shall be necessary to the great moral purposes of society, so long as it shall be abused to the purposes of oppression-so long shall this Declaration hold out to the sovereign and to the subject, the extent and boundaries of their respective rights and duties founded in the laws of nature and of nature's God."

July. Rouse up! The temperate heats that filled the air are raging forward to glow and overfill the earth. There are deep and unreached places for whose sake the probing sun pierces down its glowing hands. The earth shall drink of the heat before she knows her nature or her strength. Then shall she bring forth to the uttermost the treasures of her bosom. For there are things hidden far down, and the deep things of life are not known till the fire reveals them.

THE LIBERTY BELL

I. PHILADELPHIA, 1776

Squarely prim and stoutly built,

Free from glitter and from gilt,

Plain, — from lintel up to roof-tree and to belfry bare and brown

Stands the Hall that hot July,

While the folk throng anxious by,

Where the Continental Congress meets within the Quaker

town.

Hark! a stir, a sudden shout,

And a boy comes rushing out,

Signaling to where his grandsire in the belfry, waiting, stands; –

"Ring!" he cries; "the deed is done!

Ring! they've signed, and freedom's won!"

And the ringer grasps the bell-rope with his strong and sturdy

Clanging from its brazen throat,

Rings the tidings, all-exultant, peals the news to shore and

sea:

Truth and Right than Might are stronger.

Praise to God! We're free; we're free!"

II. NEW ORLEANS, 1885

Triumph of the builder's art,

Tower and turret spring and start

As if reared by mighty genii for some prince of Eastern land;
Where the Southern river flows,

Dedicate to labor's grandeur, fair and vast the arches stand.
And, enshrined in royal guise,

Flower-bedeck'd 'neath sunny skies;

Old and time-stained, cracked and voiceless, but where all may see it well;

Circled by the wealth and power

Of the great world's triumph-hour, -.

Sacred to the cause of freedom, on its dais rests the Bell.

And the children thronging near,

Yet again the story hear

Of the bell that rang the message, pealing out to land and sea: "Man is man a slave no longer;

Truth and Right than Might are stronger.

Praise to God! We're free; we're free!”

III

Prize the glorious relic then,

With its hundred years and ten,

By the Past a priceless heirloom to the Future handed down.
Still its stirring story tell,

Till the children know it well,

From the joyous Southern city to the Northern Quaker town.

Time that heals all wounds and scars,

Time that ends all strifes and wars,

Time that turns all pains to pleasures, and can make the cannon

dumb,

Still shall join in firmer grasp,

Still shall knit in friendlier clasp

North and South-land in the glory of the ages yet to come.

And, though voiceless, still the Bell

Pealing loud o'er all the Nation, lake to gulf and sea to sea:

"Man is man a slave no longer;

Truth and Right than Might are stronger. Praise to God! We're free; we're free!"

THE OTHER FELLOW

Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes says that in every one of us there are two persons. First, there is yourself, and then there is the Other Fellow! Now one of these is all the time doing things, and the other sits inside and tells what he thinks about the performance. Thus, I do so and so, act so and so, seem to the world so and so; but the Other Fellow sits in judgment on me all the time.

I may tell a lie, and do it so cleverly that the people may think I have done or said a great and good thing; and they may shout my praises far and wide. But the Other Fellow sits inside and says, "You lie! you lie! you're a sneak, and you know it!" I tell him to shut up, to hear what the people say about me; but he only continues to repeat over and over again, “You lie! you lie! you're a sneak, and you know it!"

Or, again, I may do a really noble deed, but perhaps be mis

understood by the public, who may persecute me and say all manner of evil against me falsely; but the Other Fellow will sit inside and say, "Never mind, old boy! It's all right! stand by!"

And I would rather hear the "Well done" of the Other Fellow than the shouts of praise of the whole world; while I would a thousand times rather that the people should shout and hiss themselves hoarse with rage and envy, than that the Other Fellow should sit inside and say, "You lie! you lie! you're a sneak, and you know it!"

LIBERTY OR DEATH

Mr. President: It is natural for man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty?

Shall we try arguments? Sir, we have been trying them for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable, but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted?

Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves longer. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm that is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament.

Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have