Bisbee daily review., 1902-07-05

 out shine other stars of God than those He set in the skies above.
 What an emblem for what land and people.
 Never has it gone down in defeat unless into the sea at the masthead waving yet amid the shouts of our dear sailor lads willing to sink and die with it.
 Never has it felt the dust unless il our smoking battlefields, over our brist- ling forts. over our quiet houses, and laid away with his flag to enshroul him.
 Never has it stood willingly for any tyranny. and it never will. Over our plunging battle-ships, over our smoking battle-fields, over our bus ting forts. over our quiet houses. and eager schools. over the water and land and people and little ones of America our flag has been still there We call it old Glory" a name our brave soldiers frs. gave it. and as the flag grows older with the nation S birthdays coming and going, let our hearts pledge to it a greater and never lessening glory.
 One day a tiny piece of American girlhood stood in the aisle of a crowd ed market with a small gift flag in her sweet baby hand. Unconscious of any eyes upon her. the baby fingers caressed the cloth and the baby lips kissed the stars and the baby voice kept saying lovingly. "Old Dory. Ohi Dory. Old Dory." And when the baby patriot had passed on with her moth CT and her treasure, more than one face was softend to smiles and tear-drops Our tears start also at the thought of that American boykin who was afraid of the dark even after his Nov lay me-" and pied for the flag to be placed over his little cot, because he would then be safe beneath it's protect ing folds"
 May it ever be that the oncomina men and women shell have safety. un der this emblem, and may their love and lips and lives be devoted to Hid who gave it to the weak and weary O all nations as a beacon and an inspira tion.
 A traveller in Siberia tells a pathetic
 story. Some political prisoners 1T that far-off land slowly gathered scrap: of cloth torn from their own garment! If need be, and pieced them into tht
 semblance oi the flag of the Union.
 When the Fourth of July came, th'
 hussian exiles lifted the poor litIi' emblem in their prison-house an'
 shouted for liberty until angered jail
 CTS forced them into silence.
 O America, thy fame mas gone on
 to the whole earth, Abode of tn ! nf ho where men know thee and above tn, glimmering lakes and rivers, and tn,
 plains and mountains where ns- homes may nestle, they see the sta
 or their hope shining in the heart
 nighttime.
 May no flag ever wave above ou ; flag except the nag of the cross Q ! Him who in the beauty of the lille was born to die across the seas an
 nye again in the heart of all wn
 could prize His teaching, Render t caesar the things that are Caesar and unto God the things that ar
 God's.
 And now, America must look to tn future and her laurels. The past not an end. It is an incentive. The artist when asked wnat one C his pictures was the best replied, 'Th one l have not painted yet"
 America has greater achievement! The boldest battles are yet to be al rayed and the largest victories alon ! should content us. AS the past grew out of the people
 so future glory will discover impuls and execution in the heart of the n:
 tion.
 Better than Alexander and Caesa and Bonaparte, whom the painter pi' 5 lures in The ConQuerors' ridin ) ruthlessly to victory and fame owe the bodies of countless unwilling dea, ] slain at the altar of merest huma ambition, we build our freedom upc J the willing heroes of the battles | all the years.
 A America grieyes over her dead an ' promises to keep the legacy. Now : ever the bereIL mothers of America ar !. at the helm of state. What the womanhood of America Twill measure the quality and inspir: ! ltion of her manhood. 5 The highest civilization and tn : lsweetest womanhoOd live together. ] That young man who went to tn spanish war silently determined undo his past whispered to ..s mothe rom the death-bed where diseas
 worse than the enemy's bullets ha laid him, You loved me into bein ], lgood."
 The nation is the sum of the home lthat compose it and we have been people ever loving and guarding th ? nome.
 In 1863 two armies encamped on o lposite banks of the Rappahanock an \ towards night the bands began to pla l. and the picKets ceased their firing.
 The northern band played "Sts E. lSpangled Banner" and Hail Colur a lbia, and the northern army cheered. '. The southern band played Dixie r. land Bonnie Blue Flag" and tt