. The Century book of famous Americans : the story of a young people's pilgrimage to historic homes . s the resident Chicagoans civic pride, which, Roger declared, was as bigas its boundaries, and he did nt know that he blamed them for their visited its few historic points, noted its memorial buildings, monu-ments, and tablets. Christine, standing before the building that marks thespot on DeKoven street where, so Jack told her, Mrs. OLearys historiccow kicked over the equally historic lamp, and laid a city in ashes, dropped,as was her wont, into an appropriate poem, and gave th
. The Century book of famous Americans : the story of a young people's pilgrimage to historic homes . s the resident Chicagoans civic pride, which, Roger declared, was as bigas its boundaries, and he did nt know that he blamed them for their visited its few historic points, noted its memorial buildings, monu-ments, and tablets. Christine, standing before the building that marks thespot on DeKoven street where, so Jack told her, Mrs. OLearys historiccow kicked over the equally historic lamp, and laid a city in ashes, dropped,as was her wont, into an appropriate poem, and gave them portions of Whit-tiers beautiful Chicago. You know that poem, of course. It begins: Men said at vespers, All is well!In one wild night the city fell. If you do not recall it, look it up at once, for it fitly marks the underlyingsympathy which, in times of disaster or of stress, makes all the world akin : A sudden impulse thrilled each wireThat signaled round that sea of fire ;Swift words of cheer, warm heart-throbs came;In tears of pity died the flame ! 212 THE CENTURY BOOK OF FAMOUS AMERICANS. THE GREAT FIRE AT CHICAGO, OCTOBER, 1871. From East, from West, from South, from North,The messages of hope shot forth,And, underneath the severing wave,The world, full-handed, reached to save. Christines sympathetic voice gave especial beauty to the final verses, re-cited upon the very spot where started the flame that unloosed the heart-strings of half the world : Ah ! not in vain the flames that tossedAbove thy dreadful holocaust;The Christ again has preached through theeThe Gospel of humanity! Then lift once more thy towers on high,And fret with spires the western sky,To tell that God is yet with us,* And love is still miraculous! Well, she s lifted em, has nt she? said Jack—towers and spiresand all. I o^uess it s a oood thins* to have a fire once in a while, when BY THE POTOMAC 213 there s pluck and sand behind it, as there was here. I dont believe theold Chicago would know the
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