. The Century book of famous Americans : the story of a young people's pilgrimage to historic homes . RICHMOND AT THE CLOSE OF THE CIVIL WAR. I am a man. I think nothing human alien to me, translated Bert. My, my ! hear the boy, cried Jack ; does nt he roll that out finely,though ? I am a man. Well, you will be some day, my son. Let us hope that you will too, Master Jack, said Uncle Tom. Now,1 would like you all to localize that declaration by Terence, so that itmay read : I am an American, and to nothing American can I be indif-ferent. Well, how does that differ from my free translation? Jack
. The Century book of famous Americans : the story of a young people's pilgrimage to historic homes . RICHMOND AT THE CLOSE OF THE CIVIL WAR. I am a man. I think nothing human alien to me, translated Bert. My, my ! hear the boy, cried Jack ; does nt he roll that out finely,though ? I am a man. Well, you will be some day, my son. Let us hope that you will too, Master Jack, said Uncle Tom. Now,1 would like you all to localize that declaration by Terence, so that itmay read : I am an American, and to nothing American can I be indif-ferent. Well, how does that differ from my free translation? Jack demanded. I had the same idea. Whatever concerns America should interest us, went on Uncle time has passed for sectionalism. We can all have our opinions asto the right or justice of the Civil War. It simply had to come. It wasfought and decided, and all living Americans are now glad of it and rejoicein its conclusions, as they accept its decisions. What was your DecorationDay piece, Jack? You know how it ends — give us the last VIEW OF JAMES RIVER FROMLIBBY HILL. A FAMOUS OLD CAPITAL To which Jack, nothing loath, responded in moderated tones, so as notto disturb those who were listening to the concert : For the wreck and the wrong of it, boys and girls,For the terror and loss, as well,Our hearts must holdA regret untoldAs we think of those who their blood, on whichever side they fought,Re-made the Nation, and Progress forget the woe;For we live, and knowThat the fighting and sighing,The falling and dying,Were but steps toward the Future — the Martyrs Way!Adown which the sons of the Blue and the GrayLook, with love and with pride, Decoration Day.
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