'Twas dearly we loved him, our Drummer Boy, with a fire in his bright black eye, He pressed to the front, our lad so leal, and the works were almost won, Again and again our lines fell back, and again with shivering shocks Where none may rue and none may reck of aught that has human form. So under the Ridge we were lying for the order to charge again, Then all the blood that was in me surged up to my aching brow, And my heart leaped up like a ball in my throat-I can feel it even now, I crept and crept up the ghastly Ridge, by the wounded and the dead, And his gaze as he met my own, God wot, would have melted a heart of stone, And he said in a voice half smothered, though its whisperings thrill me yet, "But now I never more will climb, and, sergeant, when you see Well, it was hard to treat him so—his poor limb shattered sore— When sped the news that "Fighting Joe" had saved the Union right, When Grant from his lofty outlook saw our flags by the hundred fly Then he smiled in all his agony beneath the surgeon's steel, Ah, neʼer again our ranks were cheered by our little Drummer's drum, Ah, ne'er again our black-eyed boy looked up in the veteran's face, But ever in our hearts he dwells, with a grace that never is old, His heart the hero's heart, we name the loyal, true, and brave— And when they tell of their heroes, and the laurels they have won Of the scars they are doomed to carry, of the deeds that they have done; The gory sod beneath them, the bursting shell o'erhead, My heart goes back to Mission Ridge and the Drummer Boy who lay With his face to the foe, 'neath the enemy's guns, in the charge of that terrible day; And I say that the land that bears such sons is crowned and dowered with all The dear God giveth nations to stay them lest they fall. O, glory of Mission Ridge, stream on, like the roseate light of morn, VERY nation has its symbolic ensign. Some have beasts, birds, fishes or reptiles in their banners. Our forefathers chose the stars and stripes, the red telling of the blood shed by them for their country; the blue, of the heavens and their protection, and the stars represent a constellation of States. The idea was taken from the constellation Lyra, which signifies harmony. The blue of the field was taken from the edges of the Covenanters' banner, significant of the league and covenant against oppression, involving the virtues of vigilance, perseverance, and justice. The thirteen stripes and stars showed the number of the united colonies. The whole was a blending of the various flags previous to the Union flag-the red one of the army and the white one of the floating batteries. The red color denotes daring and defiance, and the white purity. Our banner with its stars and stripes is a familiar object; everybody has seen it and admired it, and no wonder, for it is the handsomest flag in the world. Red, white, and blue-those alternate red and white stripes in beautiful contrast with the blue field bedecked with stars, as though a piece of the sky had been taken to add more beauty to our national emblem, which makes it, in truth, "The Star Spangled Banner." The first flag, combining thirteen stars and thirteen stripes, was made in Philadelphia, by Mrs. John Ross, in a small two-story house, No. 239 Arch street (house still standing). A committee of Congress, accompanied by General Washington, called upon Mrs. Ross and engaged her to make a flag from a drawing made by General Washington, with pencil, in her back parlor. The flag thus designed was adopted by a resolution of Congress, on the 14th of June, 1777. Early in 1794, in consequence of the admission of Vermont, March, 1791, and Kentucky, June, 1792, into the Union, an act was passed increasing the stars and stripes from thirteen to fifteen, to take effect May, 1795. The admission of the States of Tennessee, Ohio, Louisiana, and Indiana made changes in the flag necessary. Accordingly, on the admission of Indiana, a committee was appointed, and through the exertion of Hon. Peter Wendover, of New York, the following law was enacted: AN ACT TO ESTABLISH THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES. SECTION 1.-Be it enacted, etc., That from and after the fourth day of July next, the flag of the United States be thirteen horizontal stripes, alternate red and white; that the union have twenty stars, white in a blue field. SEC. 2.-And be it further enacted, That on the admission of every new State into the Union one star be added to the union of the flag, and that such addition shall take effect on the fourth of July next succeeding such admission. Approved April 4, 1818. Fifty million people of this country honor, love, revere, and recognize this flag as the national ensign. The little child plays with it as a toy and the strong man forsakes home and family, and, if need be, lays down his life to protect its honor. Its mute eloquence needs no aid to interpret its significance. Fidelity to the Union blazes from its stars, allegiance to the government beneath which we live is wrapped in its folds. THE HERO OF RODMAN'S POINT. [On the 30th of March, 1863, a large rebel force surrounded Washington, N. C., which place was garrisoned at the time by some 1,100 men, composed of the 27th and 44th Mass., and detachments of the 3d N. Y. Artillery, 3d N. Y. Cavalry, and the 1st N. C. Union Volunteers. On the evening of the above date, Captain Lyons, with a company of the 1st N. C., crossed the Pamlico river, to occupy Rodman's Point, below the town, and as their flat boat struck bottom, near the shore, a heavy volley was fired upon them from the enemy, in ambush. Sixteen men were killed or wounded. The men threw themselves upon the bottom of the boat, hardly knowing what to do, when a colored man arose, saying: 'Some one's got to die to get out of dis 'ere, an' it might as well be me." He at once jumped overboard, pushed the flat boat into the stream, and, as it swung clear, he fell mortally wounded, his body fairly riddled with bullets. This noble act is touchingly told in the poem.] SOLDIER of the Union mustered And doomed battalions, storming the out," redoubt. Is the inscription of an unknown Thou unknown hero sleeping by the grave At Newport News, beside the salt sea wave, sea In thy forgotten grave! with secret shame Nameless and dateless; sentinel or I feel my pulses beat, my forehead Shot down in skirmish, or disastrous When I remember thou hast given for CALIBER FIFTY-FOUR. By WILL CARLETON. AY, General, say!” the courier said (A boy of thirteen years), "Our regiment's scant of powder and lead; 'Most out, the Colonel fears. The men, they have held the ground, while I This message swiftly bore. Be quick, and send 'em a fresh supply! It's caliber fifty-four." "Now you are young," the General said, "To run so stern a race; Some older man might come instead, Through such a dangerous place.” They couldn't be spared," the boy began ; "I'm youngest of the corps; And so-but, say! be quick, old man! It's caliber fifty-four." "Now you are hurt," the General said: "There's blood here on your breast. Go back to the rear and take my bed, And have some needful rest." "But where's your horse?" the General said; "Afoot you cannot be ?” "Oh, a cannon-ball tore off his head, And didn't come far from me; And bullets warbled around, you bet (One through my right arm tore); But I'm a horse, and a colt to let! I'm caliber fifty-four." "Your parents, boy?" the General said: “Where are they?-dead, it seems.” "Oh, they are what the world calls dead, But come to me in dreams; They tell me to be brave alway, As father was before; Then mother kisses me-but say! "They'll soon be there," the General said, "Those cartridges you claim; My staff's best horse you'll ride, instead Of that on which you came.” "Not much!" said the boy, with Away the boy, his spurs sharp set, |