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 Good-Byc.

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��James Brown, George W. Durant, Joseph G. Avers, Gilman Jaquith, Charles E. Fegan, James Jones, Leveii Duplessis, Ephraim Plimpton, James Baker, Timothy Norris, Henry S. Hancock, George W. Carr, Whitney R. Richardson, Harvey Hancock.

The war was over at last. The town was deeply in debt. Under this it labored for several years, but it has been extinguished, and there is money in the town's treasury.

Upon the farming communities of the state the war bore with peculiar severity. Such was the case with this town. The armies of the Union were necessarily filled with young men. and of these there was no sur- plus here. The larger part of our young men had left the old homes, and gone to the cities and larger towns, and when the war broke out they rallied, and helped to swell the ranks of companies and regiments of other states.

��But the history of our soldiers is an honorable one. Some sleep in the '' sunny South," smitten by rebel bullets or wasting sickness, or starv- ed to death in rebel prisons ; some returned to their homes to linger for years with disease upon them, and to-day fill soldiers' graves. Some still move among us, performing well their duties in life.

Men die ; examples and principles live.

The soldiers of Windham in every war save the last have lono- since passed away ; yet the examples of their patriotism, courage, and devo- tion to i)rinciples will never die. The courage ui the fathers in the French and Indian war, in the war of the Revolution, fiamed forth anew in the war for the nation's preservation from 1861 to I860. All honor to them— to all of the nation's defenders ! Tiieir deeds will be recounted by those of future generations who will acknowledge the debt of gratitude they owe them.

"Ill the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across

the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you

and me ; As Ho died to make men holy, so they died to make

men free."

��GOOD-BYE.

��By C. C. Lord.

��We linger at the closing scene.

The hands are clasped that soon must part, And cruel fate divides between

Each heart that craves each other heart. And tear-drops roll and voices sigh When lips are forced to sa}' Good-b^^e.

So geutl}' spoken ; how the tide Of kindness fills the soul of pain

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