The herald., 1897-05-30
(Edited by rnoch Knisht.>

away.
When, the flash of the saber shines dim
through the past
And lingering echo is all that remains
OF the tramp of the steed and tho
trumpet's loud blast,
when the names of the heroes, once
blazoned in light,
with times mists are surrounded and
shine from afar.
And the flag that once waved so triumph
ant on high
Hangs tattered and rent through each
stripe and each star;
while the men on the roster Of fame, one
by one,
Are numbered with those who have gone
on before;
And the comrades who answered the
reveille here
Have followed the guidon, returning mol
more;
Shall the memory of deeds that our fathers
Fade with time and grow less as the
years roll away?
Shall the glory and dash of those soul
stirring times
Not awaken thrill in the heart Of to-
day?
No! As the swift years bring the day that
that was sought
BY grateful republic to honor their
worth.
Let each patriot heart leap to life at the
Let each patriot tongue spread their
fame DER the earth!
Let their memory be honored by daughter
and son!
Let the little ones learn Of their sires
glory. too! &N
And In pride. and In tears, to the roll Of
the drum.
Twine the laurel and bay with the red.
white and blue.
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All good BostonianS-and what Bos-
tonians are not good Pare rejoicing at
the striking revival Of vigor In the At
lantic Monthly. 1t has taken on mucn
Of its old glory, and its efforts at re-
habilitation are appreciated. The March
number had scarcely reached the news
stands before It was sold out, and third
edition was very soon called for. This
Is certainly a matter for congratula-
ton both In Boston and elsewhere. Mr..
Page is to be especially congratulated
for this success Is largely due to his
ability and energy as an editor. The
distinctively literary touch in The At
lantic's papers on topics Of general and
timely interest differentiates 1t from the
reviews that make timeliness the first
consideratiop.-The Critic.
THE CHOIR INVISIBLE. BY James
Lane Allen. author Of Summer in
Aroady," etc. The Macmillan COM
pany. For sale by Stoll & Thayer.
The scene of this charming story
opens upon "Tha middle of fragrant
afternoon Of May, in the green wilder
ness Of Kentucky; the year 1885,"
High overhead ridges of many
peaked clouds-the wandering Alps Of
the blue ether; outstretched far below
the warming bosom Of the earth throb-
bing with the hope of maternity. Two
spirits abroad In the air, encountering
each other and passing into one; the
spirit Of scentless spring left by melt
ing SHOWS, and the spirit of scented
summer born with the earliest buds"
Along the great highway through the
wilderness rode Amy Falconer upon her
'old, white, bob-tailed horse, his pol
ished coat shining like silver when he
crossed an expanse OF sunlight, fading
into spectral paleness when he passed
under the rayless trees Amy was a
beauty, whose fame was everywhere
spread, beyond question the most beau
tiful girl in all that fast growing frontier
settlement. And it is with her that the
story of John Gray. the schoolmaster,
begins, which has been partly told In an.
other volume, but more fully set forth
here. 1t was wonderful region then.
this Kentucky that was being reclaimed
by the bold spirits that gathered from
the whole country to the eastward
this Kentucky that swept away the In
dams and rebelled against the author
ity Of the new nation, so new and strong
and hopeful was it. It was proud of its
new accessions and prouder still of its
heroes who fell in the revolution. 1t
mourned its noble and heroic martyrs,
and on every hand teacher and preacher
dwelt upon
- 1.-THE choir invisible
OF those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence"
There are two remarkable women In
the story, Amy Falconer and her aunt
Jessie. One can almost see Amy upon
william Penn" the most peaceful Of
beasts:
"On she rode down the avenue of the
primeval woods, and nature seemed ar
ranged to salute her as some imperial
presence, with the waving of hundred
green boughs above and on each side.
with hundred floating odors, with the
flash and rush of bright wings, with
the swift play Of nimble forms up and
down the boles of treee. and all the
sweet confusion Of innumerable melo-
dies"
As the two women sat together this
Is as they seemed:
1.-THE one was 19-the tulip: with
springlike charm, but perfectly hollow
and ready to be filled by east wind or
west wind, north wind or south wind,
according as each blew last and hardest;
the other 36-the rose: in its midsummer
splendor, with fold upon fold of delicate
symmetric structures. making master
piece"
And there are two remarkable men
in the story too. They are John Gray.
the schoolmaster, as we noted above,
and the Rev. James Moore, the Episco-
palian clergyman-the "parson" of the
new settlement. These two are best de-
scribed in these words Of the author:
"He had long been fond of John-they
both being pure minded men. religious,
bookish, and bachelors; but their friend
ship caused one to think of the pine and
the palm: for the parson. with his cold.
bleak face. palish straight hair put back
behind white ears, and frozen smile, ap-
peared always to be inhabiting the arc
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