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The flags are furled,

The .uuns arc still whose throats once kept Such voice their ringing echoes swept Around the world. Their day is with the days gone by;

But, blended with their fame, Shines out in never fading light The great commander's name!

That name inwrought

With duty, self-denial, white With probity, pure motive, right, And fear of naught! Against the background of his time,

Facing untoward fate, He stands heroic and supreme, A man sublimely great?

Truth was his aim, Justness his constant staff and stay. And honor but another way To spell his name. He led in war, he led in peace

How grand the peace he taught! How free from rancor, malice, wrath, With what brave patience fraught!

To-day he stands,

This martial chief, in fields afar, And reads the right or wrong of war From God's own hands. God, who lights the stars o'er heights

Where Fame and Victory meet, God, who lights the stars that shine O'er valleys of defeat!

The poem was applauded to the echo. The brilliant authoress then presented, and a rising vote of thanks was extended to her. At the same time she was presented with a beautiful bouquet of red and white roses tied with red, white and red.

Mrs. Smith again regretted that Dr. Palmer was not present, but said that this evening was to have been the occasion of the present-