The representative., 1900-12-13

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feels as one man, the impulse to a great
end; when fortunes and lives are pour
ed out without stint for a cause, then
1 the national song bursts forth in night
and goes ringing down the ages, ever
new, ever beautiful. because they are
the outpourings of the enraped soul ol
a people.
! Who ever reads the "Marseilles" ol
'*Wacht am Rhein" without feeling the
blood flow with renewed vigor; and
| when sung to the national music. born
with the songs, who does not feel the
stirring of the French revolution or the
impulse to risk life to guard the Father
land?
/ These songs are struck off when the
| national mind is at white heat. The
whole people recognize in them their
own thoughts and feelings. The rhythm
is the measure of the souls pulsations
Like bugle call, they move the mass
as one man.
| The first shot that was fired on Fort
Sumpter, in 1861, divided the nation as
| with compass. There was no com
promise-the cleavage was clear. The
breast of the Southerner swelled with
the same feelings that animated the
heart of his Northern brother-the high
est patriotism in both cases. On one
| side it was case of outraged liberty
on the other a desire for the preserva-
| ton of national integrity with all the
| glories of the nations past.
!! The people of the South were fighting
! for what they believed to be personal
and political rights, for the perpetual
tiOn of system dear to their hearts, a
! system so interviewer with their social
! life that it's destruction meant destruc-
| tion to all that was dear in family and
| society.
| The North sought first to preserve the
great republic, and then to sweep from
| it's confines the institution that had held
a race in bondage. In the war songs Of
| the two people we find reflection OF
! the spirit of the contention.
| Fiery, impetuous, chivalric, came the
j outburst from the South, my Mary
| land" Mr.. James r. Randall, a native
| of Baltimore, then teacher of English
! literature in a college of Louisiana, was
| the author. 1t was dasned off one even
I ing after hearing of the passing of fed
| eral troops through his native city, en-
route to Washington. 1t was set to
suitable music and at once became the
national song of the Confederacy.
| 1t epitomized the spirit of the South
| MY MARYLAND.
| The despot's heel is on thy shore,
| Maryland!
| His torch is at thy temple door,
Maryland.
| Ayenge the patriotic gore
| That fecked the streets of Baltimore,
! And be the battle queen of yore,
Maryland, my Maryland!
| Hark to an exiled sons appeal,
+! Maryland!
| My mother state to thee l kneel,
Maryland.
For life and death, for woe or veal,
! Thy peerless chivalry reveal
| And grid thy beauteous limbs with steel,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Come, for thy shield is bright and strong
Maryland!
Come, for thy dalliance does thee wrong
Maryland
Come to thine own heroic throng,
Stalking with liberty along,
And chant thy dauntless slogan song,
Maryland, my Maryland.
l see the blush upon thy cheek,
Maryland!
For thou was ever bravely meek,
Maryland!
But 10! there surges forth shrek,
From hill to hill, from creek to creek,
Potomac calls to Chesapeake,
Maryland, My Maryland.
Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll,
Maryland!
Thou wilt not bend to his control,
Maryland!
Better the fire upon thee roll
Better, the shot, the blade, the bowl,
Than crucifixion of the soul,
Maryland, my Maryland!
l hear the distant thunder hum,
Maryland.
The old-time bugle, fife and drum,
Maryland!
She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb,
Hurrah! She spurns the Northern scum!
She breathes, she burns, she'll come,
she'll come.
Maryland, my Maryland.
In direct contrast to this spirit was
the outburst from the North. Calmly
as under the shadow of great pur-
pose, the North gathered strength for
the struggle. From every city, village
and hamlet came the roll of the drum
and the tread of troops, marching to
the song, John Browns Body Lies
mouldering in the grave Who wrote
the song, no one knOws-the tune seem
ed to rise from the ground. Thus came
into being, by piecemeal this most popu-
lar war song, as also. did many others
less universal, which served their day