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Out  flashes  the  signal-light,  rosy  and  red;
                                Then  sounds  the  loud  roar  of the  swift coming train.
                              The  hissing  of steam,  and  there,  brightly  ahead,
                                The  gleam  of a  headlight  illumines the  rain.
                            11  Down  brakes  1 ”  shrieks  the  whistle,  defiant and  shrill;
                              She  heeds  the  red  signal— d ie  slackens,  she’s  still 1


                              A h  !  noble  Kate  Shelly,  your  mission  is  done  ;
                                Your  deed  that  dark  nu-ht will  not  fade  from  our  gaze;
                              An  endless  renown  you  have worthily won  :
                                Let the  nation  be just,  and  accord  you  its praise.
                              Let your  r.nmc,  let:  your fame, and  your  courage  declare
                              What a  tuomasi  can  do,  and  a  woman  ein  darn !
                                                                              KufjiiNii  J.  H a j . u ,


                                       INDEPENDENCE  BELL— JULY  4,  1776.


                          When  the  Dftc’ aration  of  Independence  was  adopted  by  Congress,  Llie  event
                        vas  announced  by  ringing'  the  old  SlH.tr;  House  hell,  which bore  tl:u inscription,
                         “ Proclaim libeny throughout the  land,  to ail the  inhabitants  thereof I "   Tiic ol‘\
                        Tjellman stationed liis lit-.’ 0  grandson  at the  door of  tlie  ’-ihI’ ,  tit  fiwnil  tin';  itLStru(!-
                              <if  'Ik;  il 1 jr.ir-kcn;j>i-r  v.'isuii  to  ring.   A t  ti:s  wurd,  the  young  patriot  rus;'“«
                        out,  ana        his lia tula,  shouted— fiin g !  RING  I  R I N G !”
                                              [ELcad  Avilh  Spirit  and  animation.]
                                     I ’M I E R E   was a tumult  in  the  city,
                                             In  the  quaint  old  Quaker  town,
                                          And the streets were rife  with  people
                                             Pacing  restless  up  and  down—
                                        People gathering at  the  comers,
                                          Where they  whispered  each  to  each,
                                        And  the sweat  stood  on  their temples
                                          With  the earnestness  of  speech.

                                        A s  the  bleak  Atlantic  currents
                                           Lash  the  wild  Newfoundland  shore,
                                        So  they  beat  against  the  State  House,
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