Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1907-11-29

| asked me to pass around and take a
seat on that side. This was evidently
easier for him, and chair had been
placed there near his feet. His muf-
fed voice could hardly be recognized
Yet, Notwithstanding the difficulty and
my effort not to let him do so, he kept
talking to me, but with an indistinct
utterance.
spoke Of the late action Of Congress
restoring him to the army, and Of the
acts of the different legislatures and of
the thousands of his old soldiers gath
cred into the Grand Army organiza-
lions.
you will not be forgotten by them
at this time, Gen. Grant, and never
| will be-"
He expressed his gladness at this,
but desired me to return to the subject
of prayer and it's fruits, of which we
had spoken.
During our conversation, Gen. Grant
was cheerful and patient, but now and
then he changed the place Of his head
quickly as if in pain, and this motion
warned me. I rose and said that l
must not stay too long, for l would not
| weary him or add to his suffering. At
parting l said
'Oh, general, how much l wish l
could do something to help you But
you can always command me If it
should occur to you that I could do
anything" l then asked, doubtless
with some show of emotion, as l held
his hand: us there anything, gen
eral?"
He answered slowly and very kindly
Nothing more, Gen. Howard; nothing
besides what you have been doing"
"Good-by, Gen. Grant. May God
bless you"
THANK you; good-by." 1t was our
last interview.
The general had the same complete
| self-possession as always, was cheerful
without a hint Of impotence or com
| plant under affection. His was the sub
| mission Of great heart, in its own
unstudied way, to the Heavenly Father,
the Eternal Friend.
He had confidence in himself, it is
true, but it was because he knew Of a
| power beyond self, because he was
helped and strengthened by that power
beyond self You may call it spirit
| Providence or God. The name Is not
material. 1t is all the same.
| The Orphan Brigade.
Eighteen hundred and sixty-one;
| There in the echo of Sumter's fun
Marches the host of the Orphan Brigade,
Lit by their banners, in hope best ar
rayed,
Five thousand strong never legion hath
Might as this bears it forth in that
Hastings and Cressy, Naseby, Dunbar,
Cowpens and Yorktown, Thousand Years
War.
| It writ on their hearts as onward afar
| They shout to the roar of their drums.
| Eighteen hundred and sixty-two;
! Well have they paid to the earth its due.
Close up, steady the half are yet here
And all of the might for the living bear
| The dead in their hearts over Shiloh's
field.
Rich, O God, is thy harvests yield!
Where faith swings the sickle, trust binds
| the sheaves
| To the roll of the surging drums.
| Eighteen hundred and sixty-three;
| Barring Sherman's march to the sea
| Shorn to a thousand; face to foe,
Back, ever back, but stubborn and slow.
| Nineteen hundred wounds they take
| In that service of He'll, yet the hills they
shake,
| With the roar of their charge as they
onward go
| To the roll of their throbbing drums.
Eighteen hundred and sixty-four;
| Their banners are tattered-and scarce
twelve score,
| Battered and wearied and scared and DID,
Stay by the slaves where the Orphans
hold
Firm as rock where the surges break
Shield of a land where men die for His
sake,
For the sake of the brothers whom they
have laid low,
To the roll of their muff1ed drums.
Eighteen hundred and sixty-fve;
The devil is dead and the Lord is alive
In the earth that springs where the heroes
sleep
And in love newborn where the stricken
weep;
That legion hath marched past the setting
of sun
Beaten? nay, victors the realms that
they won
Are the hearts of men who forever shall
The throb of their far-off drums.
N. S. Shaler.
Several Subjects.
Certain Partisan decadents drink Pc
troleum.
About 100000 people are always
afloat on the seas of the world.
In 1880 the world contained but 210