Be happy, my children! And whatever our lot in life
the music of the day.]
CHAPTER I.
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New York. He Rallied Round the Flag, Boys, and HAILED Columbia
from the war.html">war Came Marching Along, bringing An Intelligent
was a-Fallin', and when it was apparent to all well-ordered minds
Philander left his spool-thread and tape, rushed into the street,
Then, with patriotic jocularity, he inquired, "How is your High
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Walked Round.
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was mounted on a Bob-tailed nag--on which, in times of Peace, my
much as we did."
The regiment marched on, and Philander betook himself to his
the stirring speech he was to make that night at a war meeting.
"It's just before the battle, Mother," he said, "and I want.
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