the pledge is given, then lower it to the side. While thus standing, all will unite in singing our National Hymn, "My Country, 'tis of Thee." In some schools where the children are quite small, the silent salute is practised, as follows:-At a signal from the teacher, as the flag reaches its station by the teacher's desk, every little one will raise his hand, palm downward, to a horizontal position, tip of front finger touching the forehead and hold it there while the flag is "dipped" and returned to a vertical position. Then at a second signal, the hand is lowered to the side. This silent salute. corresponds pretty nearly to the military and naval salute to the flag. 2. Some have thought that in schools where the children are too young to understand the meaning of the words allegiance and indivisible, a simpler form of pledge should be given, as follows: "We give our heads and our hearts to God and our Country,-One Country, One Language, One Flag." After the color-bearer has brought forth the flag, at a signal from the teacher every pupil will stand erect in his place and give the pledge and salute in this manner :— 1. Extend the right arm and point toward the flag. 2. Bring the tips of the fingers to the forehead, saying, We give our heads— 3. Bring the hand over the heart, saying, And our hearts4. Raise the hand, point and look upward, and say, To God— 5. Drop the hand to the side, repeating. And our Country— 6. Standing erect, repeat, One Country, One Language, One Flag. 7. When saying One Flag, advance the right foot, bend the body slightly forward, extend the arm and point to the flag. 8. Lowering the hand to the side, all sing a stanza of America, or some other patriotic song. The effectiveness of the flag salute must depend very much upon the spirit in which it is given, and this spirit must depend very much, as all school exercises do, upon the spirit of the teacher. If this is done in the spirit of true patriotism, it will, I am sure, beget in the hearts of the pupils a love for the Stars and Stripes and all they symbolize. -H. W. Rood. The grass will grow where the warrior fell, But the smiling summers, that come and go, The bleeding bosoms which felt to-day "Mortally wounded!" oh, dread War! Save those who hear your terrible voice If we give proud names and echoing hymns, To the gallant spirits who suffer and fall Let us yield a tenderer tribute still, Sad tears and a pitying sigh, To the uncrowned martyrs who silently sink, And die when their heroes die. —From “The Picket Line.” By permission of Hurst & Co. Keep the Camp Fire Burning. Is the Camp-fire burning low? Is the faith of long ago To doubt and sadness turning? Not for show, nor self nor place: Unworthy motives spurning, What though others may deny True hearts, the right discerning, All the glory and the gain; All the gladness, all the pain; In memory returning: Battles fought against the wrong, Told in story and in song, Will keep the Camp-fire burning. -From "Ballads in War and Peace," by J. H. Whitney. Γ A Toast to the Vice-Admiral. Now gallant friends and shipmates all, A broadside for our Admiral! Load every crystal gun! Stand ready till I give the word- Bow foremost sinks the rebel craft, And see the pirates huddling aft To drop their raft astern; Soon o'er the sea-worm's destined prey So perish from the face of day All Freedom's banded foes! But ah! what splendors fire the sky! The storm-tossed banner streams on high, Its red fresh dyed in heroes' blood, All shapes that feel the living blast Fast, fast are lessening in the light The names of high renown Van Tromp's proud besom pales from sight, Old Benbow's half hull down! Scarce one tall frigate walks the sea Or skirts the safer shores, Of all that bore to victory Our stout old Commodores; Hull, Bainbridge, Porter-where are they? Still bright in memory's sunset ray- A brighter name must dim their light The Viking of the River Fight, For others shape the marble form, But paint him in the battle-storm, Lashed to his flag-ship's mast. Now then, your broadside, shipmates all, May garlands filled with sunshine fall To gild his silvered crown! I give the name that fits him best Ay, better than his own— The Sea King of the Sovereign West, Who made his mast a throne. -Oliver Wendell Holmes. Read by the author at a dinner to Admiral Farragut, 1865. |