. Book of the Royal blue . eet The brave and fallen few. Memorial day is always elaborately ob-served. On several occasions Presidentshave been the speakers, and orators of noteembrace the opportunity to address thelarge and cultured audience which alwaysgathers. On this day the monument of Sheridanis surmounted by a floral saddle: the tomb of the unknown dead is elaborately drapedwith the National colors and many hand-some floral pieces, and a dirge is playedby the Marine Band. To visit this placeand reflect that each of the headstones andmonuments which stretch in long lines asfar as the eye
. Book of the Royal blue . eet The brave and fallen few. Memorial day is always elaborately ob-served. On several occasions Presidentshave been the speakers, and orators of noteembrace the opportunity to address thelarge and cultured audience which alwaysgathers. On this day the monument of Sheridanis surmounted by a floral saddle: the tomb of the unknown dead is elaborately drapedwith the National colors and many hand-some floral pieces, and a dirge is playedby the Marine Band. To visit this placeand reflect that each of the headstones andmonuments which stretch in long lines asfar as the eye can reach represents one whodied in the storm of battle or from diseaseor wounds makes one realize something ofthe meaning of a battle loss of 20,000 a lofty staff in front of the housethe flag, which these ([uiet sleepers followedand for which thousands of them gave theirlives, floats from sunrise until lowered atthe boom of the sundown gun at FortMyer, and in its shadow .\fter lifes fitful fever thev rest HARBOR SLUMBER SONG. BV VICTOR A. HEUMANX. 1 came to a ship where the lanterns were swingingAs she lay in the slips where the sea-craft belong; And strange did it seem that a woman was singingSomewhere on her decks and this was the song; Over the river the round moon is climbing— Sleep, little sailor, sleep,Up in the shadows the watch-bell is chiming— Sleep, little sailor, of the deep,—Oh, tiny wave rover,Thou hast roamed all of the oceans world over• From stormy old Horn to the blue strait of Dover— Sleep, little sailor, sleep. Hark, to the song of the city-walled river,Sleep, little sailor, sleep, The throb of the beams and the paddle-wheels quiver-Sleep, little sailor, sleep. Ribbons of foam are swirling and playing, Lashing the piers, bubbling, spraying, Starting the smacks and tow-boats to swaying—Sleep, little sailor, sleep. The ferry horns blare and the pilot bells tinkle, Sleep, little sailor, green lanterns glow and
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