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And there’s a nice youngster of excellent pith;Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith.But he shouted a song for the brave and the free,Just read on his medal—“My Country of Thee”!

And there’s a nice youngster of excellent pith;

Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith.

But he shouted a song for the brave and the free,

Just read on his medal—“My Country of Thee”!

“America” was written in 1832, the tune being the old one of “God Save the Queen,” and first rendered on the 4th of July of the same year by the children of Park St. Church, Boston.

My country, ’tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty,Of thee I sing!Land where my fathers died,Land of the pilgrims’ pride,From every mountain sideLet freedom ring.My native country, thee—Land of the noble free,Thy name I love.I love thy rocks and rills,Thy woods and templed hills.My heart with rapture thrillsLike that above.Let music swell the breezeAnd ring from all the treesSweet Freedom’s song!Let mortal tongues awake,Let all that breathe partake,Let rocks their silence break,The sound prolong.Our fathers’ God, to thee,Author of Liberty!To Thee we sing:Long may our land be brightWith freedom’s holy light,Protect us by Thy might,Great God, our king!

My country, ’tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty,Of thee I sing!Land where my fathers died,Land of the pilgrims’ pride,From every mountain sideLet freedom ring.

My country, ’tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing!

Land where my fathers died,

Land of the pilgrims’ pride,

From every mountain side

Let freedom ring.

My native country, thee—Land of the noble free,Thy name I love.I love thy rocks and rills,Thy woods and templed hills.My heart with rapture thrillsLike that above.

My native country, thee—

Land of the noble free,

Thy name I love.

I love thy rocks and rills,

Thy woods and templed hills.

My heart with rapture thrills

Like that above.

Let music swell the breezeAnd ring from all the treesSweet Freedom’s song!Let mortal tongues awake,Let all that breathe partake,Let rocks their silence break,The sound prolong.

Let music swell the breeze

And ring from all the trees

Sweet Freedom’s song!

Let mortal tongues awake,

Let all that breathe partake,

Let rocks their silence break,

The sound prolong.

Our fathers’ God, to thee,Author of Liberty!To Thee we sing:Long may our land be brightWith freedom’s holy light,Protect us by Thy might,Great God, our king!

Our fathers’ God, to thee,

Author of Liberty!

To Thee we sing:

Long may our land be bright

With freedom’s holy light,

Protect us by Thy might,

Great God, our king!

Peace follows where it finds the Old Thirteen, the nucleus around which the other stars have gathered in their glory.—Letitia Green Stevenson,Honorary Vice President General National Society, Daughters of the American Revolution.

Peace follows where it finds the Old Thirteen, the nucleus around which the other stars have gathered in their glory.

—Letitia Green Stevenson,Honorary Vice President General National Society, Daughters of the American Revolution.

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APatrioticSongDEDICATEDTO THESons, DaughtersandCHILDRENOF THEAmerican Revolution

1. Flag of the free, we hail thee with pride.Float thou in freedom o’er all the land wide;Emblem of pow’r where’er thou art seen. Yetstill we are true to The Old Thirteen.Our fathers who fought a free country to make.Who suffered and died for sweet liberty’s sake.What joy had been theirs had they only foreseenHow vast we should grow from The Old Thirteen—Forty-five stars now shine in thy blue,Forty-five states to thee will be true—As heroes of old keep their memory green.Who marched with the flag of The Old Thirteen.2. We’ll work for thy glory forever and aye.We’ll celebrate ever that dearly bought day;Thy folds floating o’er us in triumph were seen,So valiantly won by The Old Thirteen.We’ll rally around thee from near and from far,Our standard forever in peace or in war,All nations salute thee, thy stars’ mighty sheen,Full splendor thou art of The Old Thirteen.Then hail we our emblem, each daughter and son,Honor the vict’ry thy fair folds have won;Tho’ multiplied stars float in freedom serene,Enshrined in our hearts is The Old Thirteen.

1. Flag of the free, we hail thee with pride.

Float thou in freedom o’er all the land wide;

Emblem of pow’r where’er thou art seen. Yet

still we are true to The Old Thirteen.

Our fathers who fought a free country to make.

Who suffered and died for sweet liberty’s sake.

What joy had been theirs had they only foreseen

How vast we should grow from The Old Thirteen—

Forty-five stars now shine in thy blue,

Forty-five states to thee will be true—

As heroes of old keep their memory green.

Who marched with the flag of The Old Thirteen.

2. We’ll work for thy glory forever and aye.We’ll celebrate ever that dearly bought day;Thy folds floating o’er us in triumph were seen,So valiantly won by The Old Thirteen.We’ll rally around thee from near and from far,Our standard forever in peace or in war,All nations salute thee, thy stars’ mighty sheen,Full splendor thou art of The Old Thirteen.Then hail we our emblem, each daughter and son,Honor the vict’ry thy fair folds have won;Tho’ multiplied stars float in freedom serene,Enshrined in our hearts is The Old Thirteen.

2. We’ll work for thy glory forever and aye.

We’ll celebrate ever that dearly bought day;

Thy folds floating o’er us in triumph were seen,

So valiantly won by The Old Thirteen.

We’ll rally around thee from near and from far,

Our standard forever in peace or in war,

All nations salute thee, thy stars’ mighty sheen,

Full splendor thou art of The Old Thirteen.

Then hail we our emblem, each daughter and son,

Honor the vict’ry thy fair folds have won;

Tho’ multiplied stars float in freedom serene,

Enshrined in our hearts is The Old Thirteen.

Words ByCorrilla Copeland LewisMusic ByHarriet Hayden Hayes.

The Home Magazine contains the following beautiful suggestion regarding the placing of the stars on the flag:

Number 1 is the field of our first stars and stripes made by Betsy Ross.

Number 2 represents that field of flag of 1814 which inspired the “Star Spangled Banner.”

Number 3 the field of 1818 designed by Capt. S. C. Reid.

Number 4, field of our present flag.

Although there is no law saying who shall arrange the stars on our flag, or how they shall be arranged, it is customary for the changes to be made in the war department when new states have been admitted to the Union.

flags 1-4 with stars

The incongruous variations in figures A, B, C, which are reproductions of unions taken from new flags, made by different manufacturers, would not exist if there was a law fixing the arrangement of the stars.

flags a, b, c with stars

It is believed by many that the stars on our flag should be arranged into a permanent and symmetrical form, fixed by law, instead of the present changeable and uncertain form, which is subject in a great measure, to the caprice or convenience of the flag maker. It is not generally known that among the many flags in use in our country to-day, there is an utter lack of uniformity in the arrangement of the stars.

In the selection of a form, three different things should be considered—its historical significance, symmetry, and adaptability. The stars should be so arranged that it will not be necessary to make any noticeable change when new ones are added. The stars should always remain equal in size, representing the equality of the states.

flag, star of Dav id made up of stars, surrounded by a circle of stars surrounded by a second more spaced circle of stars

In the form which is submitted, No. 8, with the group of thirteen stars in the center, representing the thirteen original states, they are arranged in exactly the same form as they appear on the great seal of the United States. The circle containing twenty-three stars, represents the states which were admitted to the Union up to the close of the civil war. These two features are symbolic of the two great events in the nation’s history—the one which brought our flag into existence, and the other which made its life permanent by welding the sisterhood of states into a perfect and indestructible union. The circle is also symbolic of unity, peace, and preservation.

The outside circle of nine stars, represents the states which have been added to the Union since the civil war. New stars can be added to this circle without changing the symmetry of the arrangement, as will be seen by reference to the illustration. As this circle will always remain an open one, there will always be room for one more star, and it is thus significant of progression.

One great advantage in this form is, that it is suggestive of a constellation, and thus carries out, as far as practicable, the idea of the framers of the resolution of 1777 in establishing the flag.

John F. Earhart is the author of the above description of the different forms of flags.

The historians who have searched the archives of ancient and medieval times tell us that this has been a symbol of liberty since the Phrygians made the conquest of the eastern part of Asia Minor.

After the conquest they stamped it on their coins, and to distinguish themselves from the primitive peoples they used the liberty cap as a head dress. The Romans used a small red cap called a “pileus,” which they placed on the head of a slave in making him free, and when Caesar was murdered a Phrygian cap was carried through the streets of Rome proclaiming the liberty of the people. The liberty cap of the English is blue with a white border.

It remained for the United States to adopt the British cap, adding to it the crescent of thirteen stars. Generals Lee and Schuyler, with the Philadelphia Light Horse troop, adopted it in 1775. This is the famous troop that escorted Washington to New York.

It is most familiar to us as seen on our coins, on which it was first used after the Revolution as a symbol of freedom.

Edward Everett Hale, in one of his impressive orations, says: “The starry banner speaks for itself; 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 Stars and Stripes was officially first unfolded over Ft. Schuyler, a military port in New York state, now the city of Rome, Oneida county. It was first saluted on the sea by a foreign power, when floating from the masthead of the Ranger, Capt. Paul Jones commanding, at Quiberon Bay, France, February 14, 1778. The salute was given by Admiral La Motte, representing the French government.

The first vessel over which the Union flag floated was the ship Ranger, built at Portsmouth, New Hampshire, whose gallant commander was the famous Paul Jones.

Its first trip around the world was on the ship Columbia, which left Boston September 30, 1787, commanded by Captains Kendrick and Gray. It was three years then in circling the globe. To-day it waves in every clime, on every sea.

It is pleasing to note how Franklin, when minister to France, secured the ship Doria from the French and gave to Paul Jones the command, who immediately renamed the old ship “Bon homme Richard,” in honor of Franklin.

The term Old Glory is said to have been originated by an old sailor—Stephen Driver.

While upon the seas he performed an act of bravery for which he was rewarded by the gift of an American flag, whereupon he pledged its givers to always defend it faithfully.

At the outbreak of the civil war he was living in Nashville, Tenn.

In order to keep the flag safely he concealed it in a bed-quilt under which he slept. To the enemies of the Union he declared that Old Glory would yet float from the staff of the Tennessee state house, and sure enough when Nashville fell into the hands of Gen. Buell he secured the flag from its hiding place and hoisted it to a more fitting position on the state house—thus his nick-name for it became popular.

He said, “Swear anew and teach the oath to our children, that with God’s help the American Republic shall stand unmoved though all the powers of piracy and European jealousy should combine to overthrow it. That we shall have in the future as we have had in the past, one country, one constitution, one destiny; and that when we shall have passed from earth, and the acts of to-day shall be matters of history, and the dark power which sought our overthrow shall have been overthrown, our sons may gather strength from our example in every contest with despotism that time may have in store to try their virtue, and that they may rally under the Stars and Stripes with our old time war cry,

“‘Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable.’”

This term originated at the time of our war with England in 1812. Provisions were purchased at Troy, N. Y., and the agent was Elbert Anderson, the work being superintended by Ebenezer and Samuel Wilson, the packages being marked E. A. U. S. Samuel Wilson was known all over as Uncle Sam and he was often joked about his amount of provisions, then the newspapers took it up and the term Uncle Sam came into general use and is typical of our increasing national prosperity.Quite recently a portrait of an actual personage whose features are identical with those made familiar by caricatures of Uncle Sam, was found in possession of a family near Toledo, Ohio. The portrait was painted about 1818, but nothing is known of the shrewd, kindly old man represented. His face was undoubtedly the origin of the accepted caricature.

Jonathan Trumbull, governor of Connecticut, was a warm friend of General Washington, who had great confidence in his judgment.

When in need of ammunition and the question arose as to where they could get the necessary means for defense Washington said: “We will consult Brother Jonathan.”

After that whenever they needed help the expression became a common one and naturally came to mean the United States Government.

Our bald headed eagle, so called because the feathers on the top of the head are white, was named the Washington eagle by Audubon. Like Washington it was brave and fearless, and as his name and greatness is known the world over, so the greatest of birds can soar to the heights beyond all others.

In 1785 it became the emblem of the United States.

It is used on the tips of flag staffs, on coins, on the United States seals, and on the shield of liberty.

It is not generally known that the tassels which are pendent customarily from the upper part of banners and standards, and the fringe which surrounds them are relics of the practice of observing sacred emblems. They originated in pagan devices and the garments of priests and were consecrated to specific forms of worship.

Sacred history is full of instances of the consecration of tassels and peculiar fringes to special sacerdotal uses. Blue was early the emblem of purity and innocence and that fact accounts for the predominance of that color in the ecclesiastical badges of these early times. When the use of the tassels passed into profane customs, they were used as ornaments for national standards and for royal girdles, and it was not infrequent that they were first blessed by the priests. It has followed naturally that this use has continued up to the present time, although now it is retained probably because of the artistic effect of the swinging pendants.

Presented by the French People.

The flag in the White House which formerly hung in the center of the largest window in the east room, has a unique history.

It is woven of silk in one piece without a seam. There are gold stars in the field and among them are seen the words in French, “Popular subscription to the Republic of the United States, offered in memory of Abraham Lincoln. Lyons, 1865.”

As the colonies had their flags of different kinds so the states one by one adopted special flags and nearly all the states of the Union now have a state flag or regimental color. In some states this emblem is established by law, in other states by themilitary department or the governor. There are a few states in which this special flag is covered with particular devices chosen by the caprice of the donor or the officials by whom the flag was authorized, but in all these cases, the state arms form a part of the emblazonment. There is a general feeling, however, that these special states flags should have no legal recognition, and that the only flag to be thus recognized should be the Stars and Stripes.

It is interesting to know how and why the little white flag which is always looked upon with breathless interest in the emergencies that call it forth, first came to be used.

When carried by the lone soldier on horse or on foot between the armies it has a significance that is always respected, and on the sea the hoisting of this flag at the ship’s mast or the carrying of the flag of white by boat to the enemy stops the firing of the guns. The custom originated in the church in the tenth or eleventh century.

Curiously enough while it is the only flag that is to-day used by all nations of the earth alike, no regularly made flag of truce is found in the flag lockers of nations. It is improvised when the emergency arises for its use. In the late war with Spain, such flags of truce as were used were made of blankets, sheets, table cloths. It is a flag that commands the enemy’s respect. An account of the origin of the flag of truce lately published, is as follows:

“La peace et la treve de Dieu” (The peace and the truce of God) was an agreement between the turbulent barons and the church, as severe injury and loss was most frequently the result of the private warfares which constantly raged.

To protect itself, but more especially to preserve justice and moral order, the church established a system which has exercised a beneficent influence down to this day.

The agreement stipulated a cessation of hostilities on certain festivities and saint’s days, and from Saturday to Monday. The barons and warrior class pledged during the time of war to extend full protection to women, pilgrims, priests, monks, travelers, merchants and agriculturists; to abstain from the destruction or injury of farm implements, the burning of crops, and the killing of live stock of the peasants. Penalties in violation of this agreement comprised money fines, bafflings, banishment, and excommunication.

Originating in the south of France this system was soon adopted through the whole of France, Italy, Spain, Germany, and England, and in 1095 Pope Urban II. proclaimed its universal extension throughout Christendom.

In time the Crown assumed this protective power, and the phrase was changed to “La paix et la treve du Roi,” or “The peace and truce of the king.” The republics recognized the time-honored institution, and the simple unfolding of a white cloth will instantly cause a cessation of hostilities. The adoption of a white emblem appears to be lost in tradition, as authorities do not reveal it. Doubtless it is similar, or may have arisen through a belief in the white Samite which shielded the Holy Grail from the gaze of unbelievers. Emblematic of purity, associated with the mythical knights of the Round Table, and used in the Crusades, it is probable that this sacred truce flag may have originated from the Samite of the Holy Grail.

At the present time, if presented during an engagement firing is not required to cease; nor, if the bearer be killed or wounded, is there ground for complaint. The truce emblem can be retained if admitted, during an engagement. Penalties are incurred if the truce emblem be wrongfully used, the severest being the ignominious death of a spy.

The following was written at the tomb of Washington in 1833 by Dr. Andrew Reed, English philanthropist:

WASHINGTON.The Brave. The Wise. The Good.Supreme in War, in Council and in Peace.WASHINGTON.

ValiantwithoutAmbition.DiscreetwithoutFear.ConfidentwithoutPresumption.

WASHINGTON.In Disaster Calm. In Success Moderate. In All Himself.WASHINGTON.The Hero. The Patriot. The Christian.The Father of Nations, the friend of MankindwhoWhen he had won all renounced alland soughtIn the Bosom of his family and of NatureRetirementAnd in the hope of ReligionImmortality.

portraitJANE CLAYPOOLE CANBY,Fourth Daughter of Betsy Ross.

JANE CLAYPOOLE CANBY,Fourth Daughter of Betsy Ross.

Elizabeth Griscom, a daughter of Samuel and Rebecka (James) Griscom of Philadelphia, was born January 1, 1752. They were “Friends” and the young Elizabeth grew into a most charming, bright and beautiful girl of prepossessing manners and plain and quiet tastes.

Her father was a noted builder and assisted in the erection of the state house, now Independence Hall. His house, shop and a very large garden were on Arch street, between 3d and 4th streets.

Elizabeth, or Betsy, as she was fondly called, was the seventh daughter. Her birthday was the first day under the new Gregorian calendar.

It was frequently said by the family that “she was born the first day of the month, the first day of the year, the first day of the new style.” She was well trained by her mother, became very expert with her needle and was very fond of embroidery.

Among her many admirers was John Ross, son of Æneas Ross, assistant rector of Christ Episcopal Church. The young man was a nephew of the Hon. George Ross, delegate to Congress, one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence.

In December, 1773, at the age of twenty-one years, Elizabeth married John Ross, an estimable young man. He was an Episcopalian, and in consequence of her marrying out of meeting, she was disowned by the Friends.

The first husband of Betsy Ross was of distinguished ancestry. The Hon. George Ross, of New Castle, Delaware, had by his first wife, two sons: John, who died May 5th, 1776; and Rev. Æneas, born Sept. 9th. 1716, who was father of John Ross (husband of Betsy Ross).

By his second wife he had Hon. George Ross, signer of Declaration of Independence, born 1730, died 1780; also one daughter, Gertrude, who married George Read, also a signer of the Declaration of Independence; also a son, Jacob, a physician.

The Hon. George Ross was a noted lawyer, and a resident of Lancaster. He was a brave soldier and a man of ability.

John Ross was an apprentice with a man named Webster, an upholsterer on Chestnut street. It was with him that John and afterwards Betsy, learned the trade before they “ran off” to be married.

They then set up business for themselves, first on Chestnut street and afterwards moved to the little house on Arch street, which was a simple building when first occupied by them. It was built some time after 1752, notwithstanding romantic stories to the contrary. The first room was utilized as a shop; the store front not having been added until about 1858.

It was in this house that the flag was made later on.

In 1775 John Ross was injured while guarding military stores on the wharf, from the effects of which he died at this house in January, 1776. He was buried in Christ Churchyard, 5th and Arch streets. He left no children.

Mrs. Ross continued the upholstery business and the manufacture of flags.

Betsy Ross married for her second husband, at Old Swedes Church, Philadelphia, Captain Joseph Ashburn, June 15, 1777, and to them were born two daughters:

Jillah, born September 15th, 1779. Died young.

Eliza, born February 25th, 1781. Who married Capt. Isaack Silliman, May 29th, 1799. After Capt. Silliman’s death in the army, his wife Eliza lived with her mother, Betsy Ross, until her death in 1836.

To them were born four children:

Joseph Ashburn; Emilia; Jane; Willys.

Emilia left one daughter, Mrs. Mary Sidney Garrett, a widow and childless. She is the only living descendant of the second marriage.

Joseph Ashburn was taken prisoner by the British on the sea, and with the other soldiers was taken to England where he died in Mill Prison, March 3d, 1782. The prisoners were all given an opportunity to enter the British service, and on their refusal were thrown into prison. John Claypoole, a comrade, and also a prisoner of war, nursed and cared for Ashburn until he died. He brought home to his widow, on his release, the diary of Ashburn, together with messages to his wife, with whom he fell in love and afterward married.

John Claypoole, son of William and Elizabeth Claypoole, of Philadelphia, was married to Elizabeth Ashburn (Betsy Ross) the 8th of May, 1783, at Christ Church. His ancestor was James Claypoole, who came to America as the friend of William Penn; and from whom all the Claypooles mentioned are descended. He was a brother of Sir John Claypoole, who married Elizabeth, daughter of Oliver Cromwell.

The children of John and Elizabeth Claypoole were: Clarissa Sidney, born April 3, 1785, 9 a. m.; Susanna, born November 15, 1786, 4 p. m.; Rachel, born February 1, 1789, 7 p. m.; Jane, born November 13, 1793, 7 p. m.; Harriet, born December 20, 1795, 5 a. m., died October 8, 1796.

There is an old Bible over a hundred years old, which has a record of all these births and those of the Ashburn daughters; and of the deaths in the handwriting of John Claypoole. It was “The legacy of Sarah Hallowell to her niece, Elizabeth Claypoole,” that is, Betsy Ross.

John Claypoole was wounded in the battle of Germantown which, with imprisonment and the hardships of war, so impaired his health that he never regained it. So it may be truthfully said that the lives of her three husbands were sacrificed to theircountry, and her experience in these very important events in her life is certainly heroic. John Claypoole died August 3, 1817.

Betsy Ross attended Christ Church, Philadelphia, with her first husband and after his death continued in attendance until the Free Quaker Society was organized in 1793. The pew in which she sat was quite near one occupied by Gen. Washington, and is marked by a brass plate bearing these words:

“In this pew worshipped Betsey Ross, who made the first flag.”

All Friends who took part in the Revolution were disowned by “The Society of Friends.” After the war, they organized a society of “Free Quakers” often called “Fighting Quakers.”

As the time went by, nearly all were taken back into the original “Society of Friends,” but Clarissa Wilson and John Price Wetherell, of Philadelphia, were the last of the Free Quakers. They used to attend the little meeting house at 5th and Arch streets until there were just the two of them. In the fall of 1830 they decided it was unwise to have the little meeting house heated for them, so after that Clarissa Wilson attended the Orange street meeting house, but was never again received into the original society. She did not wish to be. She died a Free Quaker. Betsy Ross, her mother, lived to be 84 years old and died in 1836. The following are from the original autographs of Betsy Ross and her husband:

signatures of Elizabeth Claypool and John Claypoole

Clarissa Sidney (Wilson)Elizabeth GriscomtwinsmarriedJames CampionSophia“Charles HildebrandtAquila BoltonmarriedSarah GhriskeyClarissa Sidney“James HannaSusan“Abram SellersRachel“Jacob Wilson AlbrightSusanna (Satterthwaite)James,bachelorEdwinmarriedMartha HallowellAbel“Mary BurtonSidney“Cyrus KinseyMarynot marriedSusanmarriedDavid NewportThis couple still living in 1898 at Willow Grove, Philadelphia.Rachel(1st, Edward Jones; 2nd, John Fletcher)Margarettamarried—— ElliotMary“Arthur WigertDanielnot married; died at 21 yrs. of ageJane (Canby)CatharinemarriedLloyd BalderstonElizabethunmarriedCharlesmarriedSusanna KirkJohn“Elizabeth BousteadWilliam“Louise PrescottCaleb“Mary PreswickGeorge“Matilda GoodwinJane“Abel HopkinsNephew of Johns HopkinsMary“Robert Culin

The Key Mansion drawing

The old Key mansion is one of the historic places that still remains on the banks of the Potomac in Georgetown, to remind us that here lived Francis Scott Key, the author of the national hymn “The Star Spangled Banner.” In unveiling to him the monument which had been erected at Fredericksburg, Maryland, during the past summer (1898), the Hon. Murat Halsted paid an eloquent tribute to this poet, who crystallized the best thought of the American people in giving to them “The Star Spangled Banner.” “O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave,” this flag still waves. Freedom to-day has a broader meaning than in the days of 1814. Slavery has been abolished and freedom has spread her wings o’er all the land. The history of the writing of this beautiful song can be told in a few words. It was an inspiration. The British had captured a friend of Francis Scott Key, Dr. Beans, and when Key heard of it, he called upon President Madison, who furnished him with a vessel to go to the British Admiral Cockburn’s ship, to endeavor to secure his release. General Ross, of the British army, agreed to release him, but insisted upon Key’s remaining on the admiral’s ship until after the bombardment of Fort McHenry, which was then taking place. Key was intensely anxious and in the early morning, he looked across to the fort and saw that “the flag was still there.” It is said that he then wrote a sketch of the “Star Spangled Banner” on the back of a letter. The burning of the capitol and of the White House a few days previous by them are well known matters of history. A few days after, the British fleet sailed for Baltimore, where they were gallantly repulsed with the loss of their commander, General Ross. The fleet in passing Mount Vernon, lowered their flags out of respect to the memory of the immortal Washington, whose remains are here entombed.

Key was born in Frederick county, Maryland, August 1, 1779. He graduated at St. John’s College, Annapolis, Maryland.

Oh, say, can you see by the dawn’s early lightWhat so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming.Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming;And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there!Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet waveO’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.On that shore, dimly seen through the mist of the deep,Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,What is that which the breeze o’er the towering steep,As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beamIn full glory reflected now shines on the stream.’Tis the star-spangled banner, oh, long may it waveO’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.And where is that foe which so vauntingly swore,That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,A home and a country should leave us no more?Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution;No refuge could save the hireling and slaveFrom the terror or flight or the gloom of the grave,And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth waveO’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand,Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation;Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heaven-rescued landPraise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.Then conquer we must when our cause it is just,And this be our motto, “In God is our trust”;And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall waveO’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.—Francis Scott Key, 1814.

Oh, say, can you see by the dawn’s early light

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming.

Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,

O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming;

And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,

Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there!

Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

On that shore, dimly seen through the mist of the deep,Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,What is that which the breeze o’er the towering steep,As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beamIn full glory reflected now shines on the stream.’Tis the star-spangled banner, oh, long may it waveO’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

On that shore, dimly seen through the mist of the deep,

Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,

What is that which the breeze o’er the towering steep,

As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?

Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam

In full glory reflected now shines on the stream.

’Tis the star-spangled banner, oh, long may it wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that foe which so vauntingly swore,That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,A home and a country should leave us no more?Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution;No refuge could save the hireling and slaveFrom the terror or flight or the gloom of the grave,And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth waveO’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that foe which so vauntingly swore,

That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,

A home and a country should leave us no more?

Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution;

No refuge could save the hireling and slave

From the terror or flight or the gloom of the grave,

And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand,Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation;Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heaven-rescued landPraise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.Then conquer we must when our cause it is just,And this be our motto, “In God is our trust”;And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall waveO’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.—Francis Scott Key, 1814.

Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand,

Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation;

Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heaven-rescued land

Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.

Then conquer we must when our cause it is just,

And this be our motto, “In God is our trust”;

And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

—Francis Scott Key, 1814.

four more flags, all stars and stripes of differeing typesCOPYRIGHT 1898, BY ADDIE G. WEAVER.

Dedicated to the D. A. R.’s.

Our own dear flag, the stripes and stars,In peace like “bird of promise” flying.When War’s dread battles fiercely wage,All tyranny and wrong defying.Legions beneath its beckoning folds,Start at the sound of bugle calling.Eager to lift oppression’s yoke,From fainting brothers, bravely falling.Lead on, dear flag, our heroes true,O’er mountain pass and wild savanna.Till victories by their prowess won.Ring a new nation’s glad hozanna.Float o’er them where they bravely stand,The bursting shell and cannon daring,And glory wreathe their chaplets fair,Who fall, another’s burden sharing.Wave proudly on, where hastening shipsSweep the white wave, like tempest flying.Give freedom to the toiling slave,Give life to Cuba’s children dying.Shine on, bright stars, glad folds unrollO’er far-off islands care beseeching,Lighten old Afric’s age of night,Give aid to Asia’s millions reaching.On wings of dawn, where Orient smiles,To gates of sunset, ocean laving.Bear light and hope, while earth shall hail,Our flag, for right and freedom waving.June 14th, 1898.CARRIE P. GUTHRIE.

Our own dear flag, the stripes and stars,In peace like “bird of promise” flying.When War’s dread battles fiercely wage,All tyranny and wrong defying.

Our own dear flag, the stripes and stars,

In peace like “bird of promise” flying.

When War’s dread battles fiercely wage,

All tyranny and wrong defying.

Legions beneath its beckoning folds,Start at the sound of bugle calling.Eager to lift oppression’s yoke,From fainting brothers, bravely falling.

Legions beneath its beckoning folds,

Start at the sound of bugle calling.

Eager to lift oppression’s yoke,

From fainting brothers, bravely falling.

Lead on, dear flag, our heroes true,O’er mountain pass and wild savanna.Till victories by their prowess won.Ring a new nation’s glad hozanna.

Lead on, dear flag, our heroes true,

O’er mountain pass and wild savanna.

Till victories by their prowess won.

Ring a new nation’s glad hozanna.

Float o’er them where they bravely stand,The bursting shell and cannon daring,And glory wreathe their chaplets fair,Who fall, another’s burden sharing.

Float o’er them where they bravely stand,

The bursting shell and cannon daring,

And glory wreathe their chaplets fair,

Who fall, another’s burden sharing.

Wave proudly on, where hastening shipsSweep the white wave, like tempest flying.Give freedom to the toiling slave,Give life to Cuba’s children dying.

Wave proudly on, where hastening ships

Sweep the white wave, like tempest flying.

Give freedom to the toiling slave,

Give life to Cuba’s children dying.

Shine on, bright stars, glad folds unrollO’er far-off islands care beseeching,Lighten old Afric’s age of night,Give aid to Asia’s millions reaching.

Shine on, bright stars, glad folds unroll

O’er far-off islands care beseeching,

Lighten old Afric’s age of night,

Give aid to Asia’s millions reaching.

On wings of dawn, where Orient smiles,To gates of sunset, ocean laving.Bear light and hope, while earth shall hail,Our flag, for right and freedom waving.

On wings of dawn, where Orient smiles,

To gates of sunset, ocean laving.

Bear light and hope, while earth shall hail,

Our flag, for right and freedom waving.

June 14th, 1898.CARRIE P. GUTHRIE.

June 14th, 1898.

CARRIE P. GUTHRIE.

By Rev. Artemas Jean Haynes, Pastor Plymouth Church, Chicago.

Unfurl the flag! the flag of freedom’s birth—The stainless banner of our loyal host;Unfurl the flag! proclaim to all the earthThat war for conquest is not Freedom’s boast.Shake out the crimson folds in God’s great strife—Our country’s pledge to liberty and life.Unfurl the flag! stand forth in Christ’s own name—For God’s dread day of Judgment is at hand;Unfurl the flag! and smite with sudden shame,Relentless tyrants from our sisterland.Each waving fold of white, each star shall bearOur love to those whose griefs we seek to share.Unfurl the flag! we battle not for gain—We march as those who march to right a wrong;Unfurl the flag! not to avenge the slain,Unfurl it for the weak who trust the strong:Fling out the blue! our battle flag unfurled—Warfare for love, and freedom for the world.Unfurl the flag! red, white and blue wave high—Wave on to battle every loyal son;Unfurl the flag! hear Thou, O God, our cry—Blaze Thou the way until our task be done;Until the night falls on the hosts of wrong,And morning breaks to Freedom’s triumph song.

Unfurl the flag! the flag of freedom’s birth—

The stainless banner of our loyal host;

Unfurl the flag! proclaim to all the earth

That war for conquest is not Freedom’s boast.

Shake out the crimson folds in God’s great strife—

Our country’s pledge to liberty and life.

Unfurl the flag! stand forth in Christ’s own name—For God’s dread day of Judgment is at hand;Unfurl the flag! and smite with sudden shame,Relentless tyrants from our sisterland.Each waving fold of white, each star shall bearOur love to those whose griefs we seek to share.

Unfurl the flag! stand forth in Christ’s own name—

For God’s dread day of Judgment is at hand;

Unfurl the flag! and smite with sudden shame,

Relentless tyrants from our sisterland.

Each waving fold of white, each star shall bear

Our love to those whose griefs we seek to share.

Unfurl the flag! we battle not for gain—We march as those who march to right a wrong;Unfurl the flag! not to avenge the slain,Unfurl it for the weak who trust the strong:Fling out the blue! our battle flag unfurled—Warfare for love, and freedom for the world.

Unfurl the flag! we battle not for gain—

We march as those who march to right a wrong;

Unfurl the flag! not to avenge the slain,

Unfurl it for the weak who trust the strong:

Fling out the blue! our battle flag unfurled—

Warfare for love, and freedom for the world.

Unfurl the flag! red, white and blue wave high—Wave on to battle every loyal son;Unfurl the flag! hear Thou, O God, our cry—Blaze Thou the way until our task be done;Until the night falls on the hosts of wrong,And morning breaks to Freedom’s triumph song.

Unfurl the flag! red, white and blue wave high—

Wave on to battle every loyal son;

Unfurl the flag! hear Thou, O God, our cry—

Blaze Thou the way until our task be done;

Until the night falls on the hosts of wrong,

And morning breaks to Freedom’s triumph song.

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