IRVING AND FISKE.

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The soul of Washington was one of the grandest of all ages that takes its equal rank with Greek and Roman and Hebrew names of renown for humane and prime worth, names that seem written not in our poor records, but on the sky’s arch—­names in the broad sunshine of whose moral glory, spreading through the world, all the little fires which men have made with the kindling of words from abstract conceptions,—­go out.  For however otherwise a man may be distinguished—­unless there be in him a spirit of love, devotion, and self-sacrifice, we feel he lacks the very pith and beauty of manhood; and though he may be a great performer with his pen as one plays well on a musical instrument, a Great Being he is not.

Christian Examiner.

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It will be the duty of the historian and the sage of all nations to let no occasion pass of commemorating this illustrious man; and until time shall be no more, will a test of the progress which our race has made in wisdom and virtue, be derived from the veneration paid to the immortal name of Washington.

LORD BROUGHAM.

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The character of Washington may want some of those poetical elements, but it possessed fewer inequalities and a rarer union of virtues than perhaps ever fell to the lot of any other man.  Prudence, firmness, sagacity, moderation, an overruling judgment, an immovable justice, courage that never faltered, patience that never wearied, truth that disdained all artifice, magnanimity without alloy.  It seems as if Providence had endowed him in a pre-eminent degree with the qualities requisite to fit him for the high destiny he was called upon to fulfill.

IRVING AND FISKE.

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WASHINGTON’S NAME IN THE HALL OF FAME

BY MARGARET E. SANGSTER

  Republics are ungrateful, but ours, its best-loved son
  Still keeps in memory green, and wreathes the name of Washington. 
  As year by year returns the day that saw the patriot’s birth,
  With boom of gun and beat of drum and peals of joy and mirth,
  And songs of children in the streets and march of men-at-arms,
  We honor pay to him who stood serene ’mid war’s alarms;
  And with his ragged volunteers long kept the foe at bay,
  And bore the flag to victory in many a battle’s day.

  We were a little nation then; so mighty have we grown
  That scarce would Washington believe to-day we were his own. 
  With ships that sail on every sea, and sons in every port,
  And harvest-fields to feed the world, wherever food is short,
  And if at council-board our chiefs are now discreet and wise,
  And if to great estate and high, our farmers’ lads may rise,
  We owe a debt to him who set the fashion of our fame,
  And never more may we forget our loftiest hero’s name.