farmer, in that endeared and never-to-be-forgotten war-uniform of the
soldier or the sailor, their stern young faces to the front, still on
guard, watching the work they wrought in the flesh, and teaching in
eloquent silence the lesson of the citizen's duty to the state, How our
children will study these! How they will search and read their names!
How quaint and antique to them will seem their arms and costume! How
they will gather and store up in their minds the fine, insensibly
filtering percolation of the sentiment of valor, of loyalty, of fight
for right, of resistance against wrong, just as we inherited all this
from the Revolutionary era, so that, when some crisis shall in the
future come to them, as it came to us, they will spring to the rescue,
as sprang our youth, in the beauty and chivalry of the consciousness
of a noble descent."


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CONCORD MEN AND MEMORIES.


By George B. Bartlett.


On a pleasant June morning after a long drive through shady country
lanes, the little pile of rocks was reached, which for two hundred and
fifty years has marked the western corner of the lot, six miles square,
granted to form the plantation at Musketaquid on the second of September