There lives no man on earth who could uncrown Him, or could cast a shade upon his name. Fair name of Washington! It glows too bright, The symbol of a Nation's wondrous birth ! Watchword of all who struggle toward the light, And rise to drive oppression from the earth! Name rich with warlike music, framed to sound Far down the ages full of strength and might To mould a race of heroes, virtue crowned, And fire men's souls to battle for the right! Has its strong music then grown faint and weak? Or men's ears stopped and deafened by the din Of selfish clamors, which so loudly shriek That God's own voice can scarcely enter in? The warring factions and the growing lust In golden script, that they are lauded high. That filled his soul with steady forceful fire Was kindled by his Maker. And there came To him, from many a long departed sire That high nobility of soul, the grand Inheritance of virtue left to him By generations past, who knew the hand Of God, and laid their own for help therein. Think you that his stern righteousness could brook The empty cant that covers selfish endsThe constant sham--the wolfish eyes that look From 'neath the cloak that reputation lends? Could his pure fearless spirit stand aside And watch the tiger's bold relentless paw Clutch men with iron grasp, all undefied, Then vile and bloody, masquerade as law? Ah! In these days, when each is for himself, Strive each for selfish gain, and leave unsaid The mighty words which should ring through the world, To help them? What we sorely need is men! Of selfish vampires, decent but in name, Who must at last yield to their stern command. Struggling beneath the burden of disease, Only to serve his country and to plan Her future welfare. Ah! They have forgot, Upon the solid base of truth, and planned He left it as a sacred charge unto Her sons who should come after to maintain To keep the knowledge of that solemn charge Of all mankind,-we are not made to rise How women look to them with trusting eyes, So nobly earned; no traitor foes conspire. And his torch, lit with an undying fire, Shines through the gloom, with warning in its flame, Yet hints of mighty conquest for the right When men shake off their sleep and fix the blame Who shows us how to follow life's best plan, EDWINA SPENCER. TO WOMAN IN AMERICA A HUNDRED YEARS AGO. [Read at the celebration of Washington's Farewell address by Crawford County Chapter, by Mrs. Sennett.] A HUNDRED years gone, no woman I ween, At meeting like this might oft have been seen; Of war's cruel waste. A hundred years gone, too dimmed was the view A hundred years gone, to woman regret Great-grandmothers dear, that some glass might have shown Your children, free, prosp'rous, praising, ve reap. Afar down the path where ye guided weak feet, Great-grandmothers dear, 'tis fine to have wrought Worked for us, HEARTH and HOME-to serve them we vow, The guerdon God send ! CHAPTER WORK. THE REVOLUTIONARY DAUGHTERS. A LARGELY attended and interesting meeting of Anna Warner Bailey Chapter, Daughters of the American Revolution, took place at Daisy Crest, over Groton, September 15, it being the occasion of the Chapter's biennial election. The meeting began at two and lasted until six o'clock. Full reports were read by the retiring officers and standing committees. The address of Mrs. Cuthbert Harrison Slocomb, the Regent of the Chapter, which shows the work of the Society for two years, is as follows: To the Anna Warner Bailey Chapter of Groton and Stonington, Daugh. ters of the American Revolution: The hour approaches when my tenure of office must cease, and it becomes my duty, in addressing you, to review as concisely as possible, the course of our Chapter's undertakings, achievements, and events worthy of record, since our first election of officers in this room two years ago. On September 13, 1893, sixteen earnest women assembled here, armed with their revolutionary pedigrees, to enlist in a social crusade as well as a patriotic one, and with outcome as uncertain as was that of the Revolution they live to celebrate, when on that momentous night saltwater "Tea "laved old Boston's pebbly beach. You shall be spared, as far as possible, reiteration and such details as will be properly embodied in the official reports of your retiring officers. Starting three years ago with sixteen charter members, we have now one hundred and thirty-two registered names; of these, two have laid down the burden of life to enter into that "rest which remaineth for the people of God." Seven of this number are aged and honorable, being past active service in our ranks, and are gratefully considered as our share of the true "Daughters of Patriots," in fact, we may call them our "golden spoon" contingent. Nine applicants have been accepted to Chapter membership whilst awaiting national recognition. A sum total of one hundred and forty-one. Our mis-stated proportion of members, residing out of the State, has raised discussion and even condemnation, but I see no objection to welcoming within our little fold all children of the old county who, by stress |