66 'Sign! if the next moment the gibbet's rope is around your neck. Sign! if the next moment this hall ring with the echo of the falling ax. Sign! by all your hopes in life or death, as husbands, as fathers, as men! Sign your names to that parchment! "Yes! were my soul trembling on the verge of eternity, on the were this voice choking in the last struggle, I would still. with the last impulse of that soul, with the last gasp of that voice, implore you to remember the truth: God has given America to the free. Yes! as I sink down into the gloomy shadow of the grave, with my last breath I would beg of you to sign that parchment." - GEORGE LIPPARD. CONCORD HYMN By the rude bridge that arched the flood, The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps ; Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, That memory may their dead redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare The shaft we raise to them and thee. - RALPH WALDO EMERSON. NATHAN HALE To drumbeat and heartbeat, Yet to drumbeat and heartbeat By the starlight and the moonlight, And the armed sentry's tramp ; With slow tread and still tread, By the gaunt and shadowy pine; The dark wave, the plumed wave, A sharp clang, a still clang, In the camp a spy hath found; With a calm brow and a steady brow, He listens to his doom; In his look there is no fear, Nor a shadowy trace of gloom; But with calm brow and steady brow, He robes him for the tomb. In the long night, the still night, 'Neath the blue morn, the sunny morn, He dies upon the tree; And he mourns that he can lose But one life for liberty; And in the blue morn, the sunny morn, But his last words, his message words, With his last words, his dying words, |