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[Illustration: THE WHITE HOUSE--HOME OF THE PRESIDENTS.]




LIVES OF THE

PRESIDENTS.

TOLD IN WORDS OF ONE SYLLABLE.




BY JEAN S. REMY.




_WITH ILLUSTRATIONS._




A. L. BURT COMPANY,
PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK




Copyright, 1900, by A. L. BURT.

LIVES OF THE PRESIDENTS.

BY JEAN S. REMY.




CONTENTS.


    GEORGE WASHINGTON.                     1

    JOHN ADAMS.                           16

    THOMAS JEFFERSON.                     20

    JAMES MADISON.                        25

    JAMES MONROE.                         29

    JOHN QUINCY ADAMS.                    33

    ANDREW JACKSON.                       38

    MARTIN VAN BUREN.                     43

    WILLIAM HENRY HARRISON.               45

    JOHN TYLER.                           47

    JAMES KNOX POLK.                      49

    ZACHARY TAYLOR.                       52

    MILLARD FILLMORE.                     54

    FRANKLIN PIERCE.                      56

    JAMES BUCHANAN.                       58

    ABRAHAM LINCOLN.                      60

    ANDREW JOHNSON.                       66

    ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT.                68

    RUTHERFORD B. HAYES.                  73

    JAMES ABRAM GARFIELD.                 75

    CHESTER ALAN ARTHUR.                  78

    STEPHEN GROVER CLEVELAND.             80

    BENJAMIN HARRISON.                    83

    WILLIAM MCKINLEY.                     86




LIVES OF THE PRESIDENTS.


[Illustration: GEORGE WASHINGTON.]


GEORGE WASH-ING-TON.


Way down in Vir-gin-i-a, near a small creek, called Bridg-es Creek,
there is a shaft of white stone;--on it is the name of George
Wash-ing-ton and the date of his birth: Feb-ru-ar-y 22d, 1732.

On this spot once stood the big brick house in which George Wash-ing-ton
was born; it was built in 1657 by John Wash-ing-ton; his grand-son,
Au-gus-tine, was the fa-ther of the lit-tle boy who be-came our first
pres-i-dent. The moth-er of George Wash-ing-ton was Ma-ry Ball; so sweet
and fair was she, when she was a young girl, that she was known as
"Sweet Mol-ly."

Now she was not the first wife of Au-gus-tine Wash-ing-ton; and he had
two boys, Law-rence and Au-gus-tine, when he made her his wife. These
boys were so kind to their small broth-er George, when he was young,
and gave him so much help, all through his life, that their names should
stay in your minds. When George was three years old his home was burned
to the ground, and his fa-ther built a fine new house, just o-ver the
riv-er from where the cit-y of Fred-er-icks-burg now stands. Here George
went to his first school, and the name of the man who taught him was so
queer, it will not go out of your mind;--it was "Hob-by." In those old
days, the boys wrote to their boy-friends, just as they do at this day.
See what George, when he was nine years old, wrote to his best friend,
Rich-ard Hen-ry Lee:--"Dear Dick-ey, I thank you ver-y much for the
pret-ty pic-ture book you gave me. Sam asked me to show him the
pic-tures and I showed him all the pic-tures in it; and I read to him
how the tame el-e-phant took care of his mas-ter's lit-tle boy, and put
him on his back and would not let an-y-bod-y touch his mas-ter's lit-tle
son. I can read three or four pages some-times with-out miss-ing a word.
Ma says I may go to see you and stay all day with you next week if it
be not rain-y. She says I may ride my po-ny. He-ro, if Uncle Ben will
go with me and lead He-ro. I have a lit-tle piece of po-et-ry a-bout
the book you gave me, but I mustn't tell you who wrote the po-et-ry.

  "G. W.'s com-pli-ments to R. H. L.
  And likes his book full well.
  Hence-forth will count him as his friend,
  And hopes ma-ny hap-py days he may spend.

                  "Your good friend,
                        "GEORGE WASH-ING-TON."

"I am go-ing to get a whip top soon, and you may see and whip it."

You see the boys in those old days were fond of books, and toys and
hors-es just as the boys of to-day are; and there is a tale of George,
and a young colt, which shows that he was a brave and strong boy, who
did not fear to tell the truth, though he had done wrong. He and some
of his boy-friends were in a field, in which were kept some young colts,
some of which had been used.

The boys caught one colt, put a bit in its mouth, and held it, while
George sprang on its back. The colt, mad with fear, sprang in the air,
tore through the field, and tried in vain to throw the boy; at last he
leaped with such force, that he broke a blood ves-sel, and fell to the
ground dead. Just at this time George's moth-er came out, and saw the
dead colt. She asked the boys if they knew how he died. "Yes, mad-am,"
at once said her own boy; and then he told the whole truth. There are
more tales of the boy-life of George and all show that he was a brave,
strong boy, full of life and fun, and at the head in games and sports
of all kinds.

His fa-ther died when he was on-ly e-lev-en (11) years old; but his
moth-er lived to be an old, old la-dy, who was, you may be sure, ver-y
proud of her great son.

Af-ter his fa-ther's death George made his home with his broth-er,
Au-gus-tine, un-til he was six-teen (16) years old; and the short notes
which he wrote to his moth-er were not like those he sent to his
boy-friends, or like those which you boys and girls write to-day. He
be-gan, "Hon-ored Mad-am;" and end-ed the stiff lit-tle note,--"Your
du-ti-ful son."

In those days folks lived on great big farms, or plan-ta-tions, as they
were called, and raised to-bac-co, which was sold for much mon-ey in
Eng-land. George's fa-ther had a ver-y large plan-ta-tion and ma-ny
slaves to work on it; some day this would all be-long to George, and so
he was taught how to write in a big round hand, how to do sums, and to
look out for those who were in his care.

All through these years there was talk of war; for a cru-el war be-tween
the French and Eng-lish, known as King George-'s War, had be-gun; and
the boys, who heard so much talk of war, of course played at it; and
George was ev-er at the head, ev-er lead-ing these bands of young
sol-diers; he longed, just as boys would to-day, to throw a-way his
books, to leave school, to go to the true war and bear a real gun; and
when he was fif-teen, his broth-er Law-rence, who was a sol-dier, tried
to make his moth-er let him join the na-vy, as he was too young to go to
the war. But this moth-er was a ver-y wise wo-man, and said no; that his
place was at home un-til he knew how to care for the great plan-ta-tion
and the ma-ny slaves that in five or six years would be his.

Now, at this time, this great land of ours was so wild that it was hard
to tell how much land a man owned, just where one great farm end-ed and
the next be-gan; and a man who knew the land so well that he could tell
folks just these things would be of much use; so George now be-gan to
give much time to just this work; and so well did he do it that soon
folks came to him when they were in doubt.

In fact this work led, as you shall see, straight up to the
pres-i-dent's seat. His broth-er Law-rence had mar-ried Anne Fair-fax,
and in their home at Mt. Ver-non George met ma-ny great men; a-<DW41>
oth-ers was Lord Thom-as Fair-fax, who owned a piece of land so large
that he did not know how big it was; he sent George to find this out;
and now this young boy had a rough piece of real work to do.

In March, 1748, he and a young friend, George Wil-liam Fair-fax, left
the ease of Mt. Ver-non to live in the wild woods, where they would see
on-ly Indians, or, at the best, rough white men; in the log huts of the
white men they found so much dirt that, af-ter one tri-al, rath-er than
sleep on dir-ty straw, with no sheet, and but one torn, thin blan-ket,
they ei-ther lay on the bare floor, near the big wood-fire, or else
built a huge fire in the woods and lay close to it on the earth. They
had to swim their hors-es o-ver streams; they shot wild deer and birds,
and of-ten cooked and ate them, alone in the great wild woods, far from
e-ven the camp of the In-di-ans. Once, at least, we know, from a little
book in which each night George wrote of what they had done that day,
that they saw a grand war-dance of the In-di-ans; the mu-sic by which
they danced was made by a pot half full of wa-ter, with a deer-skin
o-ver the top, and a gourd filled with shot; this must have made queer
mu-sic to dance by.

[Illustration: MOUNT VERNON--THE HOME OF WASHINGTON.]

The boys were gone six weeks, and did their work so well that the
gov-ern-or heard of it, and he made George a "pub-lic sur-vey-or;" that
is, it was his place to find out the size of all the new farms; and his
word was to be law. He must have done this work well, too, for the lines
which he laid down were the ones used by the new States years and years
af-ter his death.

Now, for weeks at a time, he was a-lone in the woods with the In-di-ans;
liv-ing in their camps, and learn-ing of their life; they taught him
ma-ny things; and they, in turn, learned to love and trust him; this
lone-ly life made him a grave and qui-et man; one who talked lit-tle;
and it taught him to think for him-self, at an age when most boys are
told what to do by their par-ents and friends.

When he was not in the woods, hard at work, he was at Mt. Vernon;
and here the talk was of the great lands in the west; and of the war
bet-ween the Eng-lish and the French, who were each try-ing to drive
a-way the oth-er, and were both try-ing to force out the In-di-ans. It
was pret-ty hard for the In-di-ans, who now had not on-ly to fight each
oth-er, but the white men, too. At last they took sides, some with the
Eng-lish, some with the French; and a fierce war broke out o-ver the
land near the O-hi-o River; no white men had yet lived there, and both
sides wished to own it.

The French moved ver-y fast, and built great forts, and sent men there
to keep the Eng-lish a-way; it was no "play-war" in which Wash-ing-ton
now took part; he had real men under him; but, just as he be-gan to
learn what real war was, he had to go to the West In-dies with his
broth-er Law-rence, who was ver-y sick. They spent the win-ter there,
but Law-rence did not get well, and came back to Mt. Ver-non in the
spring, where he died in Ju-ly, 1752.

He left his land in charge of Wash-ing-ton, who now made his home
there; and when his broth-er's daugh-ter died he be-came the own-er.

Now, while Wash-ing-ton had been a-way, the French had been ver-y
ac-tive; they had made friends with the In-di-ans, and had e-ven dared
to send some Eng-lish tra-ders in a ship to France.

At this act Eng-land was up and in arms, and sent o-ver great ships and
ma-ny men to help fight the French. The first step that Eng-land took
was to send men to warn the French a-way from the Eng-lish forts in
Penn-syl-va-ni-a; and Wash-ing-ton, who knew bet-ter than a-ny one else
the rough wild woods, and who was a friend of the In-di-ans, led a
lit-tle band of sev-en men through the dense, dark woods and o-ver
riv-ers filled with float-ing ice, up to the French lines. He told the
chief man of the French troops just what the Eng-lish said, but this
French man would not give up one inch of ground that he had won from the
In-di-ans, and gave Wash-ing-ton a note to take back with him, in which
he said as much.

Of course Eng-land could take but one course now; and so the long,
fierce war known as the "Sev-en Years' War" be-gan. Wash-ing-ton was
made a colo-nel, and showed so much skill, and was so brave, that in a
short time he took charge of part of the troops of Gen-er-al Brad-dock.

In June, 1755, the troops made a start for Fort Du-quesne, where they
were to stay; and on this trip, while they were deep in the woods, the
In-di-ans, with fierce shrieks and wild cries, sprang on them from
the rocks and trees. The horse on which Wash-ing-ton rode was shot;
Gen-er-al Brad-dock got such a wound that he died, and ma-ny poor men
were killed. Here again Wash-ing-ton act-ed so brave-ly, and was so
wise, that the sol-diers said that Brad-dock had lost the day and
Wash-ing-ton had saved the ar-my.

At Brad-dock's death Wash-ing-ton was made chief of all the troops in
the col-o-nies; and the first thing he did was to place men near the
homes which the white men were mak-ing in the new lands, and so help
these ear-ly set-tlers to stop the In-di-ans when they came to rob them
and to burn up their lit-tle log cab-ins, for a great fear of the red
men was o-ver all the land. Now, when the war came to a close with the
fall of the French, we find that Wash-ing-ton is a very great man, that
his troops love him ver-y much, and that the heads of the states feel
that he is a strong, wise man, and one whom they can trust. All this
time, you know, he was an Eng-lish sol-dier, fight-ing for Eng-land;
but, deep in his heart, and in the hearts of all the brave men who
fought with him, there was, we may be sure, a love for this fair land,
and a long-ing for its best good.

After the war was at an end Wash-ing-ton, who was ver-y glad to give
up his post, mar-ried Mrs. Eus-tis, a young wid-ow with two lit-tle
chil-dren, a girl of six years and a boy of twelve, and went to Mt.
Ver-non to live. For twen-ty years now he lived the qui-et life he loved
so well. He took good care of his farm, was hap-py with his fam-i-ly and
friends, and grew, day by day, in power. He did not lead an i-dle life,
you may be sure; he rose ear-ly, had his break-fast at sev-en in sum-mer
and eight in win-ter; then rode o-ver his farm and saw that all was
right. He had his din-ner at two o'clock; then had an ear-ly tea, and
of-ten was in bed by nine o'clock. Twice a year he sent to Lon-don for
things need-ed in the way of dress for his fam-i-ly and slaves, for
tools, books, drugs, etc. Some of the things he bought for the chil-dren
I think you boys and girls would like, too. He sent for "tops, lit-tle
books for chil-dren to read, a doll, and oth-er toys."

[Illustration: MARTHA WASHINGTON.]

Wash-ing-ton loved hors-es and was ver-y fond of hunt-ing. The name of
his pet horse was "Blue-skin"; he must have looked ver-y fine when he
was on horse-back; for he was a big man, with bright blue eyes and high
color, and he wore a red vest with gold lace on it, and a dark blue
cloth coat. Mrs. Wash-ing-ton rode in a fine car-riage drawn by four
hors-es, and her driv-er wore the Wash-ing-ton col-ors of red, white
and gold. These old days were full of life and fun, but there was work
as well, and soon came more talk of war.

All through these twen-ty years this land was grow-ing big-ger and
big-ger; and at last came the time when folks did not see why they should
not be free from Eng-land and rule their own land in their own way.

At last Eng-land made a law called the "Stamp Act," which put so high a
tax on goods that folks here would not pay it; tea was one of the things
on which this tax was put; and when Eng-land sent o-ver three ships
full of tea to Bos-ton, our men would not let it be ta-ken from the
ships, but broke the great chests and threw all the tea in the wa-ter.
This act is known as the "Bos-ton Tea Par-ty"; and now the first signs
of war were seen; a fierce fight took place at Lex-ing-ton, one Sun-day
morn-ing, be-tween the Brit-ish and A-mer-i-can troops; and now, all
o-ver the land, went up the cry, "To arms! To arms!"

This is how the great War of In-de-pend-ence be-gan; and you know the
name of the man who was at once put at the head of the A-mer-i-can
ar-my--George Wash-ing-ton, of course! Now he is not an Eng-lish-man
fight-ing for his king, but an A-mer-i-can fight-ing to free his own
land. A long, hard fight it was, too, but not once did Wash-ing-ton
or his brave men lose heart. He drove the Brit-ish out of Bos-ton, and
then, for fear they would go to New York, he sent men there; but the
Brit-ish ships went to Can-a-da in-stead, and made that land theirs.

It was just at this time that Rich-ard Hen-ry Lee, the boy-friend of
Wash-ing-ton, made a move in Con-gress that our land should say to
the whole world that it would be free from Brit-ish rule; and so the
Dec-lar-a-tion of In-de-pend-ence was drawn up and sent out to the
world on July 4, 1776.

[Illustration: LIEUTENANT-GENERAL BURGOYNE.

From an English print, 1733.]

War now be-gan in dead-ly earn-est; and, at the great bat-tle of Long
Isl-and, our men met with great loss of life, and had to flee from the
foe. Soon af-ter this bad news the Brit-ish took Phil-a-del-phi-a, and
now Wash-ing-ton was sad at heart; on Christ-mas day of 1776, though,
our troops won in the great fight that took place at Tren-ton, and there
was joy in the whole land; good news came with the New Year, too, for
Wash-ing-ton won ma-ny fights; and at last, in Oc-to-ber, 1777, the
Brit-ish troops in charge of Gen-er-al Bur-goyne gave up their arms to
Gen-er-al Gates. That win-ter of 1777 was a bad one for Wash-ing-ton and
his men; at no time in the war did they suf-fer so much; the time was
spent at Val-ley Forge, and the men lived in log huts which they had
first built, in long straight lines, like cit-y streets; twelve men
lived in each hut, and there was a fire-place at the back, but no fire
could keep out the aw-ful cold, and no hut was snug e-nough to keep out
the snow that fell in great drifts a-round this lit-tle town of log
huts. To make things worse there was lit-tle food to be had; the men had
on-ly poor, thin clothes, and their bare feet oft-en left marks of blood
on the white snow. But the men did not lose hope, and kept their faith
through all the long months in their great lead-er, whose lot was quite
as hard as theirs was; the farm-house in which he had a room still
stands, and it is hard to be-lieve, as you look at this old house on the
banks of the Del-a-ware Riv-er, that once the big or-chard back of it
and all the pret-ty fields were filled with poor little wood-en huts
in which, for the sake of free-dom, lived and suf-fered thou-sands of
brave men.

In the spring things were bet-ter, for France joined A-mer-i-ca in her
fight for free-dom, and three years from this time the Brit-ish were
beaten at York-town and A-mer-i-ca was free. One of the great
French-men, who gave us much help, and was a firm friend of
Wash-ing-ton's, was the Mar-quis de La-fay-ette.

[Illustration: MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE.]

A ver-y sad thing dur-ing these last years of the war was the base act
of Ben-e-dict Ar-nold, who made up his mind to sell to the Brit-ish some
posts near West Point, of which he had charge. He sent a note to
Clin-ton by a young Brit-ish spy, Ma-jor An-dre; but on his way to the
Brit-ish lines this young man was caught by three of our men. They found
the note in his boots and he was brought to the A-mer-i-can camp, tried
for his life and hung as a spy. Ben-e-dict Ar-nold had made his way to a
ship and set sail for Eng-land, and his name is hat-ed, not on-ly by his
own land, but by e-ven the land to whom he tried to sell his coun-try.

It was in March, 1783, that the news of peace spread through the land,
and it is said that Wash-ing-ton wept with joy, as he read the glad news
to his troops; he gave or-ders that the whole ar-my should give thanks
to God; and this was done at a great meet-ing on the day af-ter Lord
Corn-wal-lis laid down his sword. Then there was a great ball giv-en at
Fred-er-icks-burg, and Wash-ing-ton's old moth-er, sev-en-ty-four years
old, was there lean-ing on the arm of her son; and do you not think she
was proud, as one af-ter an-oth-er of the great French of-fi-cers bowed
to her, and spoke in her son's praise?

[Illustration: SURRENDER OF CORNWALLIS AT YORKTOWN.]

It was on Christ-mas eve that Wash-ing-ton came home to Mt. Vernon,
af-ter eight years of war: rid-ing in state, with his wife at his side,
this great A-mer-i-can, feared now by kings, and loved more than ev-er
by the coun-try he had made free, came glad-ly back to take up the
qui-et coun-try life he loved so well; and here, could he have had his
way, he would have lived un-til his death; but this new coun-try need-ed
at its head a man whom folks loved and trust-ed, and of whom oth-er
lands stood in fear. No man but Wash-ing-ton could fill this great
place; and so, at the end of three years, once more at his coun-try's
call, he left his home,--this time to be-come the first Pres-i-dent of
the U-ni-ted States. Not one voice was a-gainst him; eve-ry man in the
new coun-try vot-ed to give him this last hon-or; and on Ap-ril 30th,
1789, in New York Ci-ty, he took the oath of of-fice. Wash-ing-ton, who
was a ve-ry rich man, had tak-en no mon-ey for serv-ing his coun-try
in the war; and said he would take none now; but be-cause oth-er
Pres-i-dents might not be rich e-nough or good e-nough to want to do
the same, the peo-ple made him take $25,000 a year; now, you know, the
Pres-i-dent gets $50,000 a year.

Wash-ing-ton was in New York but one year, then the cap-i-tal was moved
to Phil-a-del-phia, and here he lived in great state, un-til af-ter
eight years in the Pres-i-dent's chair, once more, and for the last
time, he came back home to Mt. Ver-non.

At the end of his term of of-fice, Wash-ing-ton on-ly wait-ed to see
the next Pres-i-dent, John Ad-ams, take the chair, and soon af-ter he
came back talk a-rose of war with France; and, of course, the coun-try
turned to him; he was a-gain put in charge of the ar-my, and took up
the pub-lic life he had so glad-ly laid down. But he had not long to
bear it this time, for on De-cem-ber 12th, 1799, while rid-ing in a
hard rain-storm, he took a heav-y cold, from which he died on Sat-ur-day
night, De-cem-ber 14th, be-tween ten and twelve o'clock.

Wash-ing-ton was bur-ied at Mt. Ver-non, and to-day the tomb of "The
Fa-ther of his Coun-try," as he is lov-ing-ly called is a sa-cred place;
not on-ly to us, but to the men and wo-men of the old lands, which were
taught by him so long a-go to hon-or and fear this great, new A-mer-i-ca.

Wash-ing-ton had been dead just one hun-dred years on De-cem-ber 14th,
1899, and the date was made much of in the U-nit-ed States: in New York
Ci-ty, in Wash-ing-ton, and at Mt. Ver-non there was a great time in his
hon-or, for this great man is as dear to his coun-try to-day as he was
when he was a-live.

[Illustration: WASHINGTON FAMILY VAULT.]




JOHN AD-AMS.


John Ad-ams was born, not in the far South with ma-ny slaves to wait
on him, but on a small farm in Brain-tree, Mass. Here, from old Eng-land
had come, in 1636, his great-grand-fa-ther, Hen-ry Ad-ams; and in this
old home was born on Oc-to-ber 19th, 1735, John Ad-ams, who was to be
the sec-ond Pres-i-dent of the U-nit-ed States. Now, on this farm in the
east, there was much work to be done, and few to do it; the folks who
had made their homes here did not lead such lives of ease as those who
lived on the great farms in the South.

As a small boy, though, of course, he was taught to read and write, John
Ad-ams had a good deal of hard work to do. There was wood to chop, and
snow to be cleared a-way; there were hors-es and cows to care for, and
there was much work to do in the fields. In all this work John took his
part, like the brave, strong boy that he was. When the days grew long
and cold, he was sent to an old school near his home, and here he at
once took his place with the boys, as one who would lead in fun and
sport of all kinds. There was a good deal of fun, too, in those days,
for boys and girls both; in the cold days there was good, strong ice on
which to skate; there was snow to play in, and to make fine roads for
long rides in a sleigh; and, when the days were long and hot, there were
fish in the big streams, and there was game in the wild woods. John was
not fond of his books, but still he did good work at school; and when
he was quite young went to Har-vard Col-lege. He left it in 1755,
just at the start of the "Sev-en Years' War"; and the name of George
Wash-ing-ton, the brave young Col-o-nel of Vir-gin-ia, rang loud in his
ears.

[Illustration: JOHN ADAMS.]

He taught school in Wor-ces-ter to earn the means to take up law; and
in 1758 he be-came a law-yer. He had ma-ny cas-es, and grew wise and
great, though he did not make much mon-ey, as folks in the small town
of Brain-tree were far from rich and paid small fees. But he did make
ma-ny kind friends, and far and near he was known as a man of clear,
strong mind and quick, bright thoughts; he had a fine, sweet voice,
too, and his speech-es were al-ways wise and showed much thought.

In the strife with Eng-land he was, from the start, on the side of
A-mer-i-ca. So much did Eng-land fear him in 1757, the Eng-lish king
sent word that he would give him great wealth if he would serve him at
this time. Ad-ams would not do this; he would speak and act just as he
thought right, and be bound by no king. When the "Stamp Act" passed in
1764, he made a great speech, which was sent to those at the head of
his State; and when, in 1770, a troop of Brit-ish fired on a mob of
A-mer-i-can men and boys in the streets of Bos-ton, he took the case to
the courts, and spoke for the Brit-ish Cap-tain and his men, though they
had killed five of our men. It may seem strange to you that Ad-ams, who
stood for A-mer-i-can rights, should here take sides with the Brit-ish;
but, first of all, he stood for law; and, though he knew he ran the risk
of los-ing his high place in the hearts of A-mer-i-can men, still he
would do what he thought right. But men love truth, and like to see a
brave man act as he thinks right, and so felt that he had just the
clear, cool head and brain and the strong warm heart to give aid in
the dark days that were to come to the land. He was sent to the First
Con-gress and was one of the three men who drew up the Dec-la-ra-tion
of In-de-pend-ence.

[Illustration: CARPENTER'S HALL.

Where the first Continental Congress met September, 1774.]

He was al-so one of three men to go to France and ask for the aid which
she gave to A-mer-i-ca, in the spring af-ter that hard win-ter at
Val-ley Forge. Do you see why this trip at this time was a brave act,
and one by which Ad-ams ran a great risk of los-ing his life? Eng-land
had no wish that he should reach France, and her ships tried in vain to
get him. If he had been caught he would have been hung, as a man who was
false to his land and his king. You know that he went to France though,
and did his work well. He stood up for our rights and had a bill passed
which made the ports of France and Eng-land free to our goods. At the
end of the war he was sent to Eng-land to look out for our rights there;
and, though now this is a pleas-ant task, it was not then, for it was
hard for Ad-ams to be true to A-mer-i-ca and yet not an-ger the Eng-lish
king, George III.

[Illustration: GEORGE III.

From an anonymous print.]

But we have seen how bold and brave a man he was, so the first thing
he said to the king was: "I must tell your Maj-es-ty that I love no
coun-try but my own"; and said the king: "An hon-est man will nev-er
love an-y oth-er." In spite of this, Ad-ams met with much rude-ness at
the Eng-lish court; but he did his best for his coun-try, and when he
came home in 1787, af-ter twelve years of hard work, he was met with
great joy. He was made Vice-Presi-dent with Wash-ing-ton, and at the
end of Wash-ing-ton's term of of-fice he was made Pres-i-dent. He
served on-ly four years and then made way for Thom-as Jef-fer-son.

At the age of six-ty-eight years, with the love of the whole land, he
went to his home in Quin-cy, Mass. His heart was ever with his coun-try;
and he lived un-til his son, John Quin-cy Ad-ams, was made Pres-i-dent
of the U-nit-ed States.

His last thoughts were for his coun-try. On June 30th, 1826, he gave
as a toast for the great feast to be held on Ju-ly 4th the words:
"In-de-pend-ence for-ev-er."

[Illustration: RESIDENCE OF JOHN ADAMS.

At Quincy, Mass.]

He died on the night of this, A-mer-i-ca's great day. His last words
were of Jef-fer-son. He said: "Thom-as Jef-fer-son still lives." But
this was not so, for Jef-fer-son had died a few hours be-fore on this
same day; and this young land wept for two of her great men, both of
whom, in giv-ing up their best to their coun-try, helped to make it
the great, free land that it is to-day.




THOM-AS JEF-FER-SON.


When Thom-as Jef-fer-son was a boy his home was so near the In-di-ans'
camp and he saw so much of them that I am sure all boys will like to
read of him. His fa-ther, Pe-ter Jef-fer-son, took his bride, Jane
Ran-dolph, to a house on a wild tract of land of o-ver 1,000 a-cres,
way out in Vir-gin-ia, right in the midst of great woods. He was a big,
strong man, and this strength was ve-ry use-ful to him in mak-ing his
new home, for he had to chop down huge trees and then cut them up in-to
the logs of which the lit-tle log cab-in was built. He took with him
in-to this wild new land on-ly a few slaves, but with their help his
farm soon grew large, and he be-came a rich man. The In-di-ans were
great friends of his, and al-ways sure of a warm wel-come in his home.

Still, the In-di-ans were not al-ways at peace with the white men, who
had come to make their homes so near them, and folks had to be on the
watch for fear the red men would rob and kill them. Pe-ter Jef-fer-son
was made Col-o-nel of the men who kept the In-di-ans back in the woods,
and a-way from the lit-tle town that was fast grow-ing up near his home.

Now, this great, strong man was fond of books, and it was with his
fa-ther that lit-tle Thom-as be-gan to stu-dy. He was al-so taught to
ride, to swim and to shoot; and as he was fond of mu-sic he spent long
hours in learn-ing to play on the vi-o-lin, or "fid-dle" as it was then
called. The In-di-ans near his home liked him, and he used to play
tunes for the lit-tle, brown In-di-an boys to dance by.

He was on-ly nine years old when he went to board-ing school with a Mr.
Doug-lass, and here he be-gan to stu-dy Lat-in, Greek and French. He
was so near home that he did not stay a-way long at a time; and in-deed,
this home was such a hap-py one, so full of life and fun, that he did
not want to be a-way from it long at one time.

But this hap-py time did not last long, for Thom-as was but four-teen
years old when his brave fa-ther was shot in a fight with the In-di-ans.
This boy was now at the head of as big a place as the fa-ther of George
Wash-ing-ton had left to him, and though he kept on with his books
he had the care of this great farm to think of and plan for. He was
a bright, well-read boy; and was but six-teen when he took a place
at Wil-liam and Ma-ry Col-lege. Here, his love for books and mu-sic
kept him from the wild life led by some of the young men there, and
made friends for him a-<DW41> the great men, whose homes were in
Wil-liams-town.

He met a great law-yer, George Wythe, and be-gan the stu-dy of law with
him when, at the end of two years, he left col-lege. In five years he
be-gan the prac-tise of law in his old home in Vir-gin-ia. In two years,
so bright and quick was he, and of such a strong, clear mind, that he
had 198 cas-es, held a high place in his State, and was a rich man.

In 1770, while he and his moth-er were a-way from home, the old house
burned down. When news of this came to Jef-fer-son, his first thought
was for his books, and he said to the slave who had told him: "Did you
save an-y of my books?" "No, mas-ter," said the slave, "but we did save
your fid-dle." You see e-ven when he was a great and bu-sy man he still
loved his fid-dle; but the loss of all his law books was ve-ry hard for
a bu-sy law-yer, and it took him a long while to get the new books that
he must have.

[Illustration: MONTICELLO.

The Home of Thomas Jefferson.]

He had be-gun to build a ve-ry large new house at Mon-ti-cel-lo, and
so in the lit-tle end of this he now went to live. Two years lat-er, to
this home, which was to be-come known all o-ver the world, he brought
his bride, Mrs. Mar-tha Skel-ton, a young and ve-ry rich wid-ow. They
were mar-ried on New Year's Day, 1772, and came to their home in such
a hard snow-storm that the hors-es could not drag the coach through the
big drifts, so these two young folks left the warm coach, and rode the
tired hors-es up to the door of their new home. Jef-fer-son and his
wife gave great care to Mon-ti-cel-lo, and it was known far and near
for its great beau-ty and for its choice and rare fruits and flow-ers.

But Jef-fer-son was much from home. In 1762 he was sent to Con-gress,
and here he at once stood at the head of the band of wise and great men
who were then there. His mind was so clear and bright that in all the
grave things that came up he knew at once just what to do, he had the
trust of all men.

He was a great help in writ-ing the Dec-la-ra-tion of In-de-pend-ence;
in fact, it may well be said that he wrote it. Soon af-ter this great
act he left Con-gress and turned his mind to the laws of his own State;
he made them safe and just for all men, both rich and poor. In 1779 he
was made gov-ern-or of Vir-gin-ia; and now his work was hard; not on-ly
must he find a way to keep the In-di-ans from the hous-es of the white
men but the Brit-ish came down to the south and laid his fair home in
ruins. Not for long years did Mon-ti-cel-lo grow in beau-ty once more.
But through all the dark years of war Jef-fer-son did his work well; he
forced back the In-di-an foes, and gave help and aid to his State while
the War for In-de-pend-ence went on. When the war was at an end, this
strong, just man, with his clear, wise brain, was just the one to stand
up for our rights in the lands a-cross the sea, so he was sent to France
at the time Ad-ams was in Eng-land. While here he had a bill passed by
which Eng-land said she would look on our land as free; and this was a
big point for us to gain.

When Jef-fer-son came home he was made Sec-re-ta-ry of State, and in
this high of-fice did much good work; it was he who first gave us our
own coins to use in place of the Eng-lish coins, which, up to that time
had been in use here. Now, Al-ex-an-der Ham-il-ton was in charge of
the work of mak-ing the coin, and a great feud came up be-tween him
and Jef-fer-son as to how this should be done. Men, of course, took
sides in this strife, and so two bands sprang up which were known as
Re-pub-li-cans and Fed-er-al-ists; to-day these two bands are known as
Re-pub-li-cans and Dem-o-crats. Al-ex-an-der Ham-il-ton was killed in
a du-el by Aa-ron Burr in Ju-ly, 1804.

In 1801, Jef-fer-son was made Pres-i-dent; and while he was in the chair
this land grew strong and great.

Our first steam-boat was built by Rob-ert Ful-ton while Jef-fer-son was
Pres-i-dent; and it did not look at all like the great boats of to-day;
it was a heav-y, clum-sy boat, which went by sails as well as steam.

[Illustration: THE CLERMONT.

Rob-ert Ful-ton's first Steam-boat.]

Jef-fer-son tried hard to put an end to the slave-trade, which he felt
was a great wrong; he thought, too, that folks should have the right to
serve God in their own way; and he held that on-ly men who could read
and write should vote.

He was a great and a wise man; books were his dear friends; and so
one of the hard-est things he had to do, af-ter he went home to
Mon-ti-cel-lo, when he left the White House, was to sell all his books
to Con-gress in or-der to get mon-ey to live on. To his own home hosts
of friends and stran-gers came to see the great man, just as they had
when he was in Wash-ing-ton. But he sold his books so cheap that the
mon-ey did not help him much; and, at last, it seemed as if he must
sell his dear old home. But now the peo-ple for whom he had done so
much helped him, and a big fund was raised, so that he could keep his
home and live there in com-fort un-til his death.

He lived to be a ver-y old man, and e-ven when he was so weak he could
not rise from his bed, his great, strong brain was still clear. You
know that he died on the 4th of Ju-ly, 1826, just a few hours be-fore
the death of his old friend, John Ad-ams.

Next to the name of George Wash-ing-ton, there is no name a-<DW41> the
great men of our land, of which the peo-ple are so proud, as that of
Thom-as Jef-fer-son.

[Illustration: THOMAS JEFFERSON.]

[Illustration: JAMES MADISON.]




JAMES MAD-I-SON.


In the home of his grand-fath-er at Port Con-way, Vir-gin-i-a, was
born, in the spring of 1751, the small boy who was to be our fourth
Pres-i-dent. He was ver-y young, though, when he went to live at
Mont-pel-ier, his fath-er's great farm in Vir-gin-i-a, and here he led
much the same life as George Wash-ing-ton did when a boy. He was but a
small boy when the French and Eng-lish War be-gan, and when Brad-dock
lost the day, a great fear of the In-di-ans spread to the ver-y door of
his home; and he grew up with the name of George Wash-ing-ton ev-er in
his ears, as a great he-ro.

His school days were much like those of Jef-fer-son. He was a young boy
when he could read French and Span-ish with ease, and was as well hard
at work at Greek and Lat-in. In 1769 he went to Prince-ton Col-lege, and
here, as well as when he was at home, Jef-fer-son was a great help to
him. The old-er man wrote to the boy in the qui-et old col-lege town,
a-bout the scenes of war; he told him much of the Brit-ish troops in the
Bos-ton streets, of young John Ad-ams and of Wash-ing-ton. So, when in
1771 he left col-lege, he knew a great deal a-bout the strife of the
day, and had deep, clear thoughts a-bout it. At home he led a qui-et
life with his books, un-til 1774, then he was put at the head of a few
men, who were to guard their own town if the Brit-ish troops came there.
In this post he showed such a wise, clear mind and did his part so well
that in a short time he was put in a high place in his State, and from
there in 1779 was sent to Con-gress. Jef-fer-son was at this time
Gov-ern-or of Vir-gin-i-a, and the two men were close, warm friends.

For twen-ty five years Mad-i-son was one of the first men in this land.
He had no taste for war, but he soon took a high place with those who
made the laws of the land. One of the great things he did was to help
draw up the Con-sti-tu-tion of the U-nit-ed States.

In 1794 this grave and qui-et man mar-ried, as Wash-ing-ton and
Jef-fer-son had done, a young and love-ly wid-ow. She was but
twen-ty-two years old, twen-ty years young-er than he, and her name
was Mrs. Dor-o-thy Payne Todd. Lat-er on, the folks who grew to
love this fair la-dy so well, gave her the name by which we know her
to-day--"Dol-ly Mad-i-son." She was a Quak-er-ess, and so fair and
sweet was she, in her qui-et lit-tle gown of gray, that once a friend
said to her: "Dol-ly, tru-ly thou must hide thy face, so ma-ny stare
at thee."

[Illustration: MRS. DOLLY PAYNE MADISON.]

For one year af-ter his mar-riage, Mad-i-son lived at Mont-pel-ier; then
a-gain he went in-to pub-lic life, first in his State, and af-ter that,
in 1800, as Sec-re-ta-ry of State un-der Jef-fer-son.

Now, be-gan the gay life at the White House, for which "Dol-ly"
Mad-i-son won so much fame. Jef-fer-son's wife was dead, and it was the
wife of his friend that helped him en-ter-tain the White House guests.
Well did this love-ly la-dy do her part, and in 1808 when, as the wife
of the Pres-i-dent, she be-came the real mis-tress of the White House,
more than ev-er did the peo-ple love her. To-day, of all the pic-tures
of the Pres-i-dents' wives that hang up-on the White House walls, none
is more love-ly than that of the gay and pretty "Dol-ly Mad-i-son."

Mad-i-son was most of all a man of peace, and yet it was while he was
in of-fice that the U-nit-ed States was drawn in-to the War of 1812.
Eng-land, then at war with France, said she had the right to search
A-mer-i-can ships to see if they were tak-ing aid to France. A-mer-i-ca
would not give this right to Eng-land, and so the war be-gan. In 1814
the Brit-ish came to the cit-y of Wash-ing-ton, and for the on-ly time
in A-mer-i-can his-to-ry the Pres-i-dent had to leave his home.

Mad-i-son, with the Sec-re-ta-ry of State and some friends, went to a
lit-tle inn near Wash-ing-ton, and here they were met by Mrs. Mad-i-son,
who had stayed as long as she could at the White House to save some
things from the hands of the Brit-ish. She had brought the great
Dec-la-ra-tion of In-de-pend-ence, and had cut from its big frame the
pic-ture of Wash-ing-ton and brought it safe-ly a-way. The Brit-ish
troops set fire to the White House, the na-vy yard, the Cap-i-tol, and
in fact the whole town. They left in great haste, though, when they
heard that our troops were on the way, and the next day Mrs. Mad-i-son
put on the dress of a wash-wo-man, so folks would not know her, and made
a start for her home, but the British had set fire to a bridge she had
to cross on the way and then she begged an A-mer-i-can sol-dier to row
her o-ver the riv-er. He would not do so un-til she told him who she
was, and then he was ver-y glad to take this brave lit-tle la-dy in his
boat. On-ly black ash-es marked the spot on which the White House had
once stood, so she had to go to her sis-ter's home, where the
Pres-i-dent soon joined her.

The Eng-lish troops now tried to take Bal-ti-more, but our brave men
drove them back; and when they tried to make a raid on New Or-le-ans,
Gen-er-al Jack-son and his troops fought so hard that the foe could
not get in-to the cit-y.

This was the last fight of this war, and peace was signed at Ghent,
De-cem-ber 24th, 1814. From that day Eng-land has had to leave our ships
a-lone and to treat A-mer-i-ca as one of the great nations of the world.

In 1817 Mad-i-son was not sor-ry to go back to his old home, and here
ma-ny hap-py years were spent, for the fair la-dy of the White House
kept o-pen house in her own home, and guests from far and near were
glad to come here. One of Mad-i-son's dear-est friends was old Thom-as
Jef-fer-son, who oft-en rode o-ver from his home at Mon-ti-cel-lo,
which was on-ly thir-ty miles from Mont-pel-ier.

Mad-i-son wrote a good deal at this time; and once a-gain was seen in
pub-lic life. In 1829 he was at the head of the great change made in
all the laws of the whole land.

He died af-ter a long sick-ness at his home in Mont-pel-ier on
June 28th, 1836.




JAMES MON-ROE.


James Mon-roe was, like Wash-ing-ton, Mad-i-son and Jef-fer-son, born in
Vir-gin-i-a. Our first Pres-i-dent was just twen-ty six years old when,
in West-more-land County, on A-pril 28th, 1758, was born the boy who was
to be the fifth Pres-i-dent. His fa-ther, Colo-nel Spense Mon-roe, owned
a big farm and was quite rich. Lit-tle James was sent to good schools
and did not have to work to earn the means to stay in school. He learned
at first to hunt, to skate and to swim; and was good friends with all
the boys; but through all the fun and school work came up the talk of
war; of the long strife with Eng-land and the fierce red men. It was
hard for a brave boy to hear such talk and yet keep on at his books,
and though Mon-roe did go to Wil-liam and Mary Col-lege, he did not stay
long, for we hear of him in 1775 at the camp near Bos-ton. In 1776 we
see him at the head of a band of men, and from that time on he was in
the thick of the fight. He fought at White Plains and Har-lem Heights,
and was so brave that the great Wash-ing-ton gave him high praise for
his work, and made him, when but eight-een years old, a cap-tain in the
ar-my. At the great fight at Tren-ton he got a bad wound and had to rest
for some time. In the big fights of the war this brave young man was one
of the first in the field; his hopes were ev-er high, and he put heart
in-to the weak and worn men who looked to him for help in the sad years
of the war. In 1780 he be-gan the stud-y of law with his old friend
Thom-as Jef-fer-son and soon led the bright men of the day.

So good a friend of his was Jef-fer-son, that the home to which Mon-roe
took his bride in 1785, was planned for him by Jef-fer-son, who, so it
is said, al-so gave him the nails to build it with.

In 1794 he was sent to France to look out for A-mer-i-ca's rights, but
he found talk of war there at that time. The peo-ple did not want a king
an-y long-er, but wished to be-come a free land like A-mer-i-ca, with
a pres-i-dent at the head; and Mad-i-son, who was a Re-pub-li-can, took
sides with the Re-pub-li-cans in France. The king did not like this, and
so Mad-i-son had to come home at the end of two years.

But he met with a wel-come at home, and his own State made him its
Gov-ern-or. In 1803 he was once more sent to France; this time to buy
the State of Lou-is-i-an-a from the French, and he paid Na-po-le-on for
this large State $15,000,000.

Twice Mon-roe was sent to Spain and once to Eng-land, where his task
was to force Eng-land to stop her search of A-mer-i-can ships. You
know he could not do this, for that was the cause of the War of 1812.

Tired and sad at heart, he came back home, and was glad to rest for a
while in his own home; but he was of too much use to his coun-try to be
i-dle long. Once more, in 1811, he was made Gov-ern-or of Vir-gin-i-a.

Then came the War of 1812; and it was Mon-roe, now Sec-re-ta-ry of
State, who, at the head of a few men, saw the Brit-ish land near
Wash-ing-ton and sent word to Mad-i-son to leave the cit-y. He al-so
act-ed as Sec-re-ta-ry of War at this time, and so well did he do his
part that in 1816 he was named for Pres-i-dent by the Dem-o-crats. He
got the most votes and so took the first place in our great land.

His first act was to pay off the great debt which the War of 1812 had
brought on us. He did this in a ver-y short time; and now our trade grew
so great that rail-roads were built; and so our first rail-road was made
while Mad-i-son was Pres-i-dent.

[Illustration: FIRST RAILROAD TRAIN.]

There was a fierce war with the In-di-ans in Flor-i-da at this time; but
Gen-er-al Jack-son was sent down there and he forced them to lay down
their arms and keep the peace.

Just at this time, too, we got Flor-i-da from the King of Spain, and
gave up Tex-as, af-ter pay-ing a big sum of mon-ey to the A-mer-i-cans,
who had been robbed by Spain.

Mis-sou-ri came in-to the Un-ion while Mon-roe was Pres-i-dent, and
there was a fierce storm of words; the North said she should not hold
slaves after she was a State, the South said that she should.

At last Con-gress gave way to the South-ern States; but made a law that
there should be a line drawn through the land, north of which no State
should hold slaves.

In 1825 Mon-roe was free to go to his home at Oak Hill, Vir-gin-i-a,
and here he lived un-til 1830. His wife died in that year, and then he
went to live with his daugh-ter in New York. He died here on the 4th of
Ju-ly, 1831, and his name is one that the whole land loves and hon-ors.

He was bur-ied in New York, but on the one hun-dredth an-ni-ver-sa-ry
of his birth, his bod-y was tak-en to Rich-mond, Vir-gin-i-a, and a
hand-some stone raised o-ver his grave.

[Illustration: JAMES MONROE.]

[Illustration: JOHN QUINCY ADAMS.]




JOHN QUIN-CY AD-AMS.


The lit-tle boy who be-came our sixth Pres-i-dent led a life not at all
like that of an-y oth-er of the boys of whom you have read. His fa-ther
was John Ad-ams, our sec-ond Pres-i-dent, and when, on Ju-ly 11th, 1767,
lit-tle John Quin-cy Ad-ams was born in the old home at Brain-tree,
Mass., his great fa-ther was al-read-y speak-ing brave-ly for his
coun-try's rights in the cit-y of Bos-ton. In 1772 the fam-i-ly moved
to Bos-ton, and lit-tle John, for two years, saw, as the oth-er boys
did, the Brit-ish sol-diers in their bright red coats on pa-rade in the
Bos-ton streets, and heard on all sides talk of war with Eng-land. He
saw a lit-tle of real war, too; for when he was eight years old, his
moth-er took him on top of a high hill, called Be-mis Hill, from which
he saw the smoke and heard the roar of can-non in that aw-ful bat-tle of
Bunk-er Hill. When, in 1776, the Brit-ish left Bos-ton, this lit-tle lad
of nine years used to oft-en ride on horse-back in and out of the city
to bring home the lat-est news. This was a ride of twen-ty-two miles
from the old home at Brain-tree, where Mrs. Ad-ams had gone when her
hus-band went to Con-gress, and I think it took a pret-ty brave and
strong boy to ride all those long miles a-lone.

When John Ad-ams went to France to try and get her aid for A-mer-i-ca,
he took with him his lit-tle boy, then ten years old. It was a rough,
hard trip; for, not on-ly were there fierce winds which lashed the waves
in-to fu-ry, but they were chased by Brit-ish ships, for Eng-land did
not want John Ad-ams to get this help from France. But they reached
Par-is in safe-ty, and lit-tle John was at once put in a French school.
He on-ly stayed for a-bout a year and went back home with his fa-ther
in the spring. Now for three months he was with his moth-er, and then
in No-vem-ber he and some oth-er boys who were placed in his fa-ther's
care, all start-ed for France, where they were to be put in a good
school.

This trip was hard-er than the oth-er one, for the big ship,
"Sen-si-ble," sprang a leak, and af-ter some days of great per-il, they
were glad to go to the near-est land, which was Spain; and now there
was a long, hard trip by land be-fore France could be reached. They had
sailed on Nov. 13th, 1779, and it was not un-til Feb. 5th, 1780, that
the lit-tle par-ty reached Par-is.

For two years now our lit-tle lad was hard at work with his books in
Par-is; then his fa-ther was sent to the Neth-er-lands as A-mer-i-can
Min-is-ter, and he took his lit-tle son there and placed him in a school
in Am-ster-dam; from here he went to the U-ni-ver-si-ty at Ley-den,
where he stayed un-til Ju-ly, 1781.

He was now on-ly four-teen years old; but you see he had been in so
ma-ny lands, that he could speak as the folks did in those strange
lands, and this was a rare thing in those days. In 1781 Fran-cis Da-na,
then the A-mer-i-can Min-is-ter to Rus-sia, need-ing some one to help
him in his work, sent to Ley-den for this young boy. They passed
through Ger-ma-ny on the way to Rus-sia, and here John Quin-cy learned
some-thing of an-oth-er new land. Then, af-ter a year in Rus-sia, he
left Mr. Da-na and stud-ied for a year in Swe-den. The next spring he
went to his fa-ther in Hol-land, and then went to Par-is with him, and
was pres-ent when the trea-ty of peace be-tween Eng-land and A-mer-i-ca
end-ed the War of In-de-pend-ence.

For two years more he stud-ied a-broad, and then sailed for home in May,
1783. He at once en-tered the jun-ior class at Har-vard Col-lege and
grad-u-a-ted with next to the high-est hon-ors in 1787. Then he took up
law, as his fa-ther had done, and be-gan to prac-tise in Bos-ton. He
made few friends; folks did not love him as they had ei-ther Mad-i-son
or Mon-roe, but he was al-ways known to be a man of great pow-er, and
of great learn-ing; and know-ing so much of other lands, he was just
the man to be sent as A-mer-i-can Min-is-ter to these coun-tries.

In 1794 Wash-ing-ton sent him to Hol-land, and in 1796 he was sent to
Ber-lin.

When, in 1801, Ad-ams came back home, it was to find new hon-ors
wait-ing for him. He was sent first to the State Sen-ate and then to
Con-gress. You see the steps by which our Pres-i-dents rose to pow-er
were much the same in ev-er-y case. A du-ty well done in a small place
led to some-thing a lit-tle high-er, and so on to the great-est hon-or
of all--the Pres-i-dent's chair.

The State of Mas-sa-chu-setts was ver-y proud of John Quin-cy A-dams;
not only was he a great states-man and the son of the man whom they all
loved, but he was, as well, a fine schol-ar, and a bril-liant speak-er.
In 1809 he was sent a-broad a-gain for his coun-try; this time to
Rus-sia, where he had not been since he was a boy of four-teen; in 1815
he was sent to France, but he was here on-ly a few months, when war
broke out in France, and all the min-is-ters from oth-er coun-tries were
called a-way; he went at once to Eng-land, and here he had a much more
pleasant time than his father had when he went there as the first
Amer-i-can min-is-ter; the U-nit-ed States was now known as a big strong
coun-try, and no one dared to be rude to her min-is-ter. In 1817 his own
land felt the need of the great man who had served her so well a-broad,
and he was called home to be-come Sec-re-ta-ry of State. No man was so
well fit-ted for this post as he; for there were ma-ny men from the
lands a-cross the sea, now com-ing and go-ing in the cap-i-tal of the
U-nit-ed States, to talk o-ver great ques-tions; there were new states
com-ing in-to the Un-i-on; and oth-er lands were al-ways try-ing to
gain a lit-tle pow-er here; so John Quin-cy Ad-ams, who not on-ly was
a great schol-ar, and a fine law-yer, but al-so knew well so ma-ny lands
be-sides his own, was just the man to help Pres-i-dent Mon-roe through
his eight years of work.

He al-so was the man best suit-ed for the Pres-i-dent's chair, at
the end of Mon-roe's term of of-fice. Not once, while Ad-ams was in
Wash-ing-ton work-ing hard, did he for-get his old fa-ther, watch-ing,
in his home at Quin-cy, the bu-sy life of his great son. Once ev-er-y
year he went to the qui-et old home, and told his fa-ther of the life in
Wash-ing-ton, in which the old-er man had once held so great a place.

At the age of six-ty-eight, Ad-ams went back to his home in Quin-cy, but
in 1830 once more he was sent to Con-gress, and for six-teen years he
kept his seat there; he grew old and gray serv-ing his na-tive land; he
made bit-ter en-e-mies, but ma-ny warm friends; he feared no one, and
his voice was al-ways for the free-dom of this great land. On No-vem-ber
19th, 1846, he had a stroke of par-al-y-sis while walk-ing in Bos-ton;
but three months later we saw him a-gain in Wash-ing-ton, and tak-ing
his old seat in Con-gress. As the gray old man came feeb-ly in-to the
hall, ev-er-y man pres-ent rose to his feet, and so stood un-til he
took his seat. He was too weak now to talk, and on-ly once more did he
try to speak his mind on one of the great ques-tions of the day. This
was on Feb-ru-a-ry 21st, 1848. He rose to speak, but fell in-to the arms
of a man near him; at once they took him in-to a cloak-room, and sent
for his wife. For two days did he lay there, and then, on the morn-ing
of Feb-ru-a-ry 23d, his great soul took its flight. His last words were:
"This is the last of life, and I am con-tent."




AN-DREW JACK-SON.


The boy who was to be our sev-enth Pres-i-dent did not lead the sort
of life, as boy or man, that the oth-er Pres-i-dents did. He was the son
of a poor I-rish-man who came here from Ire-land in 1765. He was born
on March 15th, 1767, in a small place in South Car-o-li-na, called the
Wax-haw Set-tle-ments. Poor and mean was the log house in which he first
saw the light, and when his fa-ther died, which was when An-drew was a
wee baby, the life of the lit-tle home was hard-er yet. His moth-er was
a brave, good wo-man, and so well did she do her hard part in life that
she was loved by all who knew her, and was known far and near as "Aunt
Bet-ty."

Andrew was a great care to her when a boy, for, full of life and fun, he
did not care for books, and was at the head in all sorts of wild sport.
He was ev-er read-y for a fight with boys who made him an-gry; the small
boys looked to him for help in any strife with boys big-ger than they;
and so strong was he, or read-y to knock a boy down for a real or a
fan-cied wrong, that they soon found it best to give him his own way,
and let him take his place as lead-er a-<DW41> them; when he was at the
head all went well.

He was just nine years old when the Dec-la-ra-tion of In-de-pend-ence
was signed, and then came four years of war with Eng-land. In 1780 this
war was car-ried into the South, and on May 29th a number of Brit-ish
sol-diers un-der Colo-nel Tarle-ton killed and wounded over 200 of the
men and boys from the Wax-haw set-tle-ments. A-<DW41> those who helped
to care for the hurt and dy-ing men were Mrs. Jack-son and her boys.
An-drew was on-ly four-teen when he fell in-to the hands of the
Brit-ish, and he, with o-ver one hun-dred sick and dy-ing men, was kept
for days in a dir-ty pen, with no beds, lit-tle to eat and on-ly stale
wa-ter to drink. To make things worse, small-pox broke out and An-drew
was one of those who had it. His brave moth-er was at last a-ble to free
him, and it was ow-ing to her lov-ing care that he did not die at this
aw-ful time.

[Illustration: ANDREW JACKSON.]

Af-ter he was well e-nough to be left, his moth-er, who was ver-y sor-ry
for the poor A-mer-ican sol-diers, went to Charles-ton to take care of
those who were sick and wound-ed here. Just as she had be-gun her no-ble
work she was ta-ken sick and died.

Soon af-ter her death came the good news of peace; and now young An-drew
be-gan to pay some heed to his books, with the hope of stud-y-ing law.
He al-so taught school for a while, though he could not have been a
ver-y good teach-er, for he nev-er learned how to spell ver-y well
him-self. Still, in 1787, we find he has learned e-nough to take up the
prac-tice of law, and he be-gan this work in Nash-ville, Ten-nes-see;
and now we see the boy who had been the lead-er in boy-ish sports, games
and fights, be-come at once a lead-er a-<DW41> men. He was tall and quite
good look-ing, with bright blue eyes and red-dish hair, and he was
full of fun and life; he rode horse-back well, and knew how to shoot
straight; and a-bove all he was a brave man, a-fraid of noth-ing.

In 1788 he was giv-en a place in which he had to try for the State all
men who had done wrong and it need-ed, in those wild days and in that
new land, a brave man for such a work, for he would make ma-ny foes,
both a-<DW41> the bad white men and the In-di-ans. His work took him from
Nash-ville to Jones-bor-ough, and here the In-di-ans were ver-y strong
and ver-y cru-el, kill-ing and rob-bing the white men and wo-men, and
e-ven the lit-tle ba-bies in their moth-ers' arms. Hear-ing and see-ing
day by day more and more of this sav-age war-fare, al-ways in dan-ger of
be-ing killed by night or day by some In-di-an hid-ing be-hind a tree or
house, Jack-son learned to know the In-di-ans and their hab-its bet-ter
than most men did, so was read-y to fight them in their own way in a
few years.

He made his home in Nash-ville and built up a good law prac-tice. He
grew in pow-er so fast that in 1797 he was sent as the first man from
Ten-nes-see to Con-gress. He went all the way from his home to
Phil-a-del-phi-a, a dis-tance of 800 miles, on horse-back. In 1798 we
see him a-gain at home as Judge of the Su-preme Court, and here he
stayed un-til 1804. Then came four-teen years of peace for the land, and
a hap-py home life for him. A-<DW41> oth-er things which Jack-son did at
this time was to build a large log store in which he kept all sorts of
things which both the white men and the In-di-ans want-ed. His home,
which was called "The Her-mit-age," was a fine house for those days, and
in later years it grew as well known as Mt. Ver-non and Mon-ti-cel-lo.
Jack-son was all through his life a man who would stand up for his own
way, if it led to strife with his best friend, and more than once he
fought du-els to the death. In Con-gress he would, when he rose to
speak, some-times choke with blind rage if he could not make his point
and force men to yield to him.

Af-ter years of peace came the War of 1812, and from that hour
Jack-son's name was first in the minds of men. He showed great skill in
his fights with the red men, and won much fame in a fierce fight with
the Creeks, a bad tribe of In-di-ans in Al-a-ba-ma.

He could force men to do as he said; the young men of that day looked
up-on him with awe and fear, but rushed to fill his ranks and serve
un-der him.

In 1815 he won the day at New Or-le-ans, and put the Brit-ish troops to
flight with great loss of life. At the end of the war, back home went
Jack-son for the rest of which he stood in sore need; but, in 1818,
strife with the Sem-i-nole In-di-ans in Flor-i-da came up, and Jack-son
was sent there.

At this time Spain owned Flor-i-da, and it was both Span-ish troops and
In-di-an foes that Jack-son had to meet, but he won his way, and at last
made Spain yield her rights in Flor-i-da and sign a peace. In 1823 she
sold Flor-i-da to us for $5,000,000; not such a great sum when we think
what a rich and great place this "Land of Flow-ers" is. Jack-son was
now put at the head of things in Flor-i-da, and the hard-est part of his
work was to keep peace in the bad tribe of Sem-i-nole In-di-ans. With
their chief Os-ce-o-la at their head they would creep out from the woods
and swamps of Flor-i-da, rush on the homes of the white men, and burn
them to the ground, and then dash back to the woods, where they could
safe-ly hide. At the end of four years Jack-son was glad to go home to
the Her-mit-age; here he and his wife led a qui-et life and kept up
ma-ny of the ways of their young days, though now they were quite rich.
Af-ter din-ner, they would sit, one on each side of the great big wood
fire, in the large hall, and smoke their old pipes, with the long
stems, just as they had in their log cab-in of long a-go. But the great
gen-er-al could not live this qui-et life long; in 1823 he was sent
to Con-gress; and here he met with high hon-or. On New Year's Day,
1824, the great men of the day gave him the pock-et tel-e-scope that
Wash-ing-ton had owned; a year from the day on which the Bat-tle of New
Or-le-ans was fought, John Quin-cy Ad-ams gave him a great feast, at
which were men, who held high rank here and in oth-er lands; and on the
day that he was fif-ty-sev-en years old, Pres-i-dent Mon-roe gave him a
gold badge for his brave acts in his fights for his coun-try. In 1828
this rough, but brave and kind, old man, was made pres-i-dent; and now
he stood up for his own way, just as he had in the wars of his land, and
when he was but a boy. His first act was to stop some states in the
South from leav-ing the Un-ion. John C. Cal-houn was at the head of a
band of men, who felt that the North had more rights than the South; had
more than its share of wealth and land; so rose the wish to set up a
rule just for the South. "But," said Jack-son, "if one state goes out
oth-ers will; and our great land will be a ru-in." So he stopped this
plan, just in time.

All the years that Jack-son was pres-i-dent, our great land gained in
strength; new rail-roads were built; and new steam-boats; the land grew
rich year by year.

In 1824 the slaves in Mex-i-co were set free, and Tex-as came in-to the
Un-ion.

On the whole, Jack-son's term was a good one for the land; and so well
did the peo-ple like him, that he is the on-ly pres-i-dent of whom it
has been said that he was bet-ter liked when he went out of of-fice
than when he went in.

The last years of his life were spent at "The Her-mit-age," where he
died on June 8th, 1845.




THE LIFE OF MAR-TIN VAN BU-REN.


The place in which Mar-tin Van Bu-ren was born was far from the homes
of the oth-er boys who be-came our pres-i-dents; and his life, as a boy,
was not one bit like theirs. His fa-ther and moth-er were Dutch; Hoes
was his moth-er's queer name; and the name of the small town, in which,
on De-cem-ber 5th, 1782, he was born, was Dutch too--Kin-der-hook; the
lit-tle town was on the Hud-son Riv-er, way up in New York state. His
fa-ther kept a good inn, and had a small farm; so he could send Mar-tin
to good schools; Mar-tin was so quick and bright at his books that he
took up the study of law when he was four-teen; and at twen-ty-one he
was a law-yer and at work in Kin-der-hook. He was a man who made friends
with great ease; and as he was a good law-yer as well, his state soon
saw that he was the man to speak for it at Wash-ing-ton. So in 1821 he
was sent to Con-gress; then in 1828 he was made gov-ern-or of New York
state; and this was a big step toward the pres-i-dent's chair; he was
sec-re-tary of state when Jack-son was pres-i-dent; and in 1837 he took
the oath of of-fice, and be-came pres-i-dent.

He was in of-fice on-ly one term; and those four years were hard ones
for him.

Just at this time the men in Can-a-da tried to be free from Eng-land,
and have home-rule; and some of our men took sides with them; this made
Eng-land an-gry of course; and if Van Bu-ren had not put a stop to such
things, we should have had war once more; but he said all who tried to
give aid to Can-a-da should be sent to jail; and so the fear of war was
put down.

At the end of Van Bu-ren's first term some want-ed him to take the chair
a-gain; but more want-ed Gen-er-al Har-ri-son, who had made a great name
in the In-di-an wars. Van Bu-ren was rich, and Har-ri-son was poor;
and this race for the pres-i-dent's chair was called the "Log Cab-in
a-gainst the White House." Af-ter Har-ri-son took the chair, Van Bu-ren
went back to his home at Kin-der-hook, where he lived in qui-et, until,
in 1848, he was once more put up for pres-i-dent; but James K. Polk had
more votes than he, and so won the e-lec-tion.

In 1853 Van Bu-ren and his son went to Eu-rope, where they stayed two
years. He spent the rest of his life at his old home, where he died on
Ju-ly 24th, 1862.

[Illustration: MARTIN VAN BUREN.]

[Illustration: WILLIAM H. HARRISON.]




WIL-LIAM HEN-RY HAR-RI-SON.


Wil-liam Hen-ry Har-ri-son was born in Berke-ly, Vir-gin-i-a, on
Feb-ru-a-ry 9th, 1773; his fath-er, Ben-ja-min Har-ri-son, was not a
rich man, but lived at ease on a small farm; he was a man of much force
in his state, and was at one time its gov-ern-or. He was a brave, strong
man, and taught his small son to be like him; now while lit-tle Wil-liam
was hard at work at school, he heard much talk of the In-di-an wars;
and his heart was full of long-ing to fight these cru-el foes of the
white men.

So, though he went to Hamp-den Syd-ney Col-lege, he did not stay long,
but left to join the ar-my. He was such a brave fight-er that, when he
was twen-ty-one, Wash-ing-ton put him in charge of the troops at Fort
Wash-ing-ton, just the place where the In-di-ans were strong-est and
most cru-el.

Ma-jor Gen-er-al Wayne was at the head of the ar-my, and so rash and
fear-less was he, that his troops called him "Mad An-tho-ny." He knew
well how to fight the red men though, and in 1794 beat them in a fierce
fight, on the spot where the cit-y of De-troit now stands. So brave was
young Har-ri-son at this time, that he was made a cap-tain; for six
years Har-ri-son was in the heat of the In-di-an wars; and learned all
the sav-age ways of war; then he went home to rest, but was soon sent to
Congress. So well did he do his work here, that In-di-an-a now chose
him for gov-ern-or; and here he was so much liked that he kept his seat
three terms; the hard-est task that he had to do while gov-ern-or was to
keep peace with the In-di-ans; and side by side with his name, stands
that of a great and good In-di-an chief Te-cum-seh; for years these two
men tried to help the In-di-ans and teach them to live in peace; but at
last the hate of the red men for the whites who were forc-ing them
from their lands, end-ed in a great fight at Tip-pe-ca-noe, where the
In-di-ans lost the bat-tle. So brave had Har-ri-son been in this fight,
that he was made a gen-er-al; and in the War of 1812 was put at the head
of the ar-my. At the close of the war, the brave old In-di-an fight-er
went to live on his farm at South Bend, In-di-an-a, in the then state of
O-hi-o; but he was too great a man to live a qui-et life, and was sent
to Con-gress twice and once a-broad in his coun-try's serv-ice. Then in
1836, he ran for Pres-i-dent, but did not get the most votes; four years
la-ter he was put up once more, and he and John Ty-ler won by a big
vote. It was in this race for Pres-i-dent, that the song was sung, whose
cho-rus you hear to-day: "Tip-pe-ca-noe and Ty-ler, too."

On the 4th of March, 1841, Wil-liam Hen-ry Har-ri-son, the old In-di-an
fight-er, now six-ty-eight years old, came from years of qui-et home
life, to take up the cares and wor-ries of a pres-i-dent's life, but the
task was too much for him, and a month af-ter-ward, on A-pril 4th, 1841,
the brave old man died.




JOHN TY-LER.


As a boy, the life of John Ty-ler was much the same as that of the boys
of to-day. He was born on March 29th, 1790, in Charles Cit-y,
Vir-gin-i-a, at a time when the whole land was at peace. No talk of the
red men came to his young ears; and no fear fell like a dark cloud over
the fun and play of his boy-hood. He was the son of a man who had for
friends the great men of his day;--Wash-ing-ton and Ben-ja-min
Har-ri-son were warm, close friends of old John Ty-ler; and he was at
one time Gov-ern-or of Vir-gin-i-a. Young John was sent to school when
he was a ver-y small boy; and, though he was fond of sports and games,
he kept hard at work at his books and won a high place at school. He
was a mere boy when he could en-ter Wil-liam and Ma-ry Col-lege; and he
left in 1806 at the head of his class. He at once took up law with his
fa-ther, and soon showed the good stuff of which he was made. Clear and
quick was his mind, swift to think and feel; and his words came as fast
as his thoughts. He rose with great, quick strides towards the first
place in the land. In 1825 he was made Gov-ern-or of Vir-gin-i-a; and in
1827, was sent to Con-gress, where he kept his seat for six years; these
were years of strife as to the slave trade, and there were fierce, hard
words and harsh thoughts be-tween the men of the North and those of the
South. Ty-ler was at home for a few years af-ter he left Con-gress, and
took a high place as a law-yer. In 1836 he was put up with Har-ri-son in
the race for the pres-i-dent's chair. But it was not till 1840 that he
won this place; then, as the vice-pres-i-dent had not a great deal to
do, Ty-ler went home to Wil-liams-burg. It was here that the sad news
of Har-ri-son's death was brought to him, and he at once went on to
Wash-ing-ton. Here he found he had a hard task; for he and his Con-gress
did not think the same on the great ques-tions of the day and were
ev-er at strife. One of his first acts was to put down a state war
in Mis-sou-ri. A Mor-mon, by the name of Smith, and a band of men who
thought as he did went down there to live; folks there did not like this
and tried to drive them out of the state, but this was a hard thing to
do, for there were a-bout 12,000 Mor-mons. At last, Ty-ler sent troops
there to put down the strife, and the Mor-mons were sent to Il-li-nois.
They were here but a short time when the same old strife a-rose, and
then they fled to the lands in the far west--where they are to-day,
in the state of Utah. War broke out in Tex-as while Ty-ler was in the
chair, and af-ter fierce fights be-tween the Tex-ans and Mex-i-cans the
Tex-ans won, and were at the head of the state. They asked at once to
come in-to the Un-ion, and in 1845 this great state came in. In the last
year of Ty-ler's rule Sam-u-el F. B. Morse found out how to send words
in just a flash of time through miles and miles of space; and you
chil-dren know well that the fine wire stretched from one great pole to
the next on which the quick news was sent was called the "tel-e-graph."

At the end of Ty-ler's first term, James Knox Polk had the most votes,
and so took the pres-i-dent's chair; and this news was the first that
was sent o-ver the tel-e-graph wires.

[Illustration: JOHN TYLER.]

[Illustration: JAMES K. POLK.]




JAMES KNOX POLK.


As a boy James Knox Polk led a life that would please a good ma-ny
of the boys of to-day. He was born in Meck-len-burg County, North
Car-o-li-na, on No-vem-ber 2d, 1705; but in 1806 his fa-ther went to
Duck Farm, Ten-nes-see, and lit-tle James, e-lev-en years old, was of
much help in the new home. Where the day's work took the big, strong
fa-ther, there went the small son; if there was a long ride to get food
or clothes from some big town, lit-tle James could help care for the
hors-es and when his fa-ther and oth-er men, for weeks at a time, were
in the great, wild woods, hunt-ing, mak-ing new roads, or helping each
oth-er build the log cab-ins, which were the homes of these ear-ly
set-tlers, James would be there too, cook-ing meals and keep-ing the
camp neat and bright for the men who came back tired and hun-gry at
night.

So years passed by with much work in the o-pen air and lit-tle of stud-y
or books; but when James was four-teen years old it was time that he
should earn mon-ey.

He was not a big, strong boy; he could not stand rough, hard work on
a farm; he did not love to hunt; he had no taste for war; so he was put
in a small store, that he might learn to man-age a big store when he
grew old.

Here he first saw some books, and his love for them a-woke; for weeks
and months he worked a-lone with an-y book or pa-per he could find.

At last his fa-ther took him from the store and sent him to school; he
was now eight-een, but he was so quick to learn, so bright and smart,
that five years from this time he left the U-ni-ver-si-ty of North
Car-o-li-na at the head of his class.

When he came back to Duck Riv-er, not on-ly was his fa-ther proud of his
boy, but all Ten-nes-see knew that he was one of the bright-est young
men in the state.

Now, just at this time, Gen-er-al Jack-son was fight-ing so brave-ly
a-gainst the In-di-ans and all the boys of Ten-nes-see were as proud of
this great he-ro as the boys of Vir-gin-i-a had been of Wash-ing-ton. In
1819, when young James Polk went to Nash-ville, Ten-nes-see, to take up
law, he was near Jack-son's home; and he and the great Gen-er-al be-came
fast friends. It was ow-ing to Jack-son's help that, in 1824, Polk, then
a bright young law-yer, took his first pub-lic step and was sent to the
state leg-is-la-ture.

He a-rose so fast in the love and trust of his state that he was sent to
Con-gress when on-ly thir-ty years old; and here he stayed for thir-teen
years.

In 1840 he went back to his home at Grun-dy's Hill in Nash-ville,
hav-ing made a great name in Wash-ing-ton; not once did he lose his hold
on the great ques-tions of the day, e-ven while here at home; and in
1845 he was chos-en pres-i-dent of the U-nit-ed States.

While he was in of-fice, once more the U-nit-ed States was at war, and
this war is known as the "Mex-i-can War." Its cause was this:--

Our peo-ple in Mex-i-co said that a big tract of land down there was
theirs; the Mex-i-cans laid claim to it too; so Gen-er-al Tay-lor went
down to see that our rights were looked af-ter.

In the first fight he won, and lost but nine men; then he laid siege to
their great cit-y of Mon-te-rey, and af-ter a hard fight took the town.

That same year Gen-er-al Scott took the cit-y of Ve-ra Cruz; on
Sep-tem-ber 14th, 1847, the A-mer-i-can troops took the cit-y of
Mex-i-co, and the long war was at an end.

In 1848 came the news of great gold mines in Cal-i-for-ni-a; and men
went in such num-bers to this state that the "Gold Fe-ver of 1849" is
a well known term to-day.

While Polk was in the chair, three new states came in; and two of them
were free states; that is, no slaves could be kept there; just at this
time some men formed a band, and said that no slaves should be kept in
an-y new state which the U-nit-ed States should gain.

In 1849 Polk went home to Nash-ville, Ten-nes-see; he was on-ly
fif-ty-eight years old; but was so worn out with years of work that he
lived but a few months af-ter he got home; he died on the 15th of June,
in the same year.




ZACH-A-RY TAY-LOR.


Zach-a-ry Tay-lor was born in Vir-gin-i-a, on No-vem-ber 24th, 1784; but
when he was a small boy his fa-ther went to live in Ken-tuck-y; and long
af-ter the rest of the land was at peace this state was the scene of
such fierce fights with the In-di-ans that it was known as "The dark and
blood-y ground." It is not strange that this boy, who lived at a time
when wo-men as well as men had to know how to load and fire guns, so
that they could help to keep the red men from their homes, should have
grown up to be a brave, strong man.

As a boy he went to good schools, but cared far more for the tales of
war which his brave fa-ther told him than he did for his books; he did
love books which told of great fights and brave men, and read all that
he could get. When he was just of age he went to war, in place of a
friend, and was so brave and fear-less that he soon took a high place.

He was in the great fight of Tip-pe-ca-noe; and all through the War of
1812 he showed great skill in his fights with the red men;--well he knew
all their tricks and modes of war. He gained great fame in Flor-i-da,
when he was sent there to make the Sem-i-nole In-di-ans keep the peace.
For years had this tribe of In-di-ans made war on the white men; their
chief, Os-ce-o-la, had, years a-go, gone to one of the forts with his
wife, who was a slave girl; he had been put in chains, and she held
at the fort. In his rage, he had sworn to lead his men in war, when he
could get to them; at last his chance had come, and he had fled by night
from the fort. To rouse his tribe and hurl them at the whites, was
his first thought; and long and cru-el were the fights that went on for
years. At last Tay-lor was sent to Flor-i-da; and now a trick was played
on this great chief of the In-di-ans; with a flag of truce, he came
to the fort to talk with the gen-er-al; and by the or-ders of the
gen-er-al, he was held there a pris-on-er; he was sent, at last, to Fort
Moul-trie in Charles-ton har-bor, and there, in the year 1838, he died.
With their chief dead, the Sem-i-nole In-di-ans had no heart for war;
and soon the few red men left of this great, fierce tribe were put far
a-way from each oth-er, in new states, and there was peace in Flor-i-da.

Gen-er-al Tay-lor won great fame in the Mex-i-can War; in 1847 he
won the fight of Bu-e-na Vis-ta, which took place on Wash-ing-ton's
birth-day; and he won too the fights of Pa-lo Al-to and Mon-te-rey. On
Sep-tem-ber 24th, 1847, our troops took the cit-y of Mex-i-co, and the
war was brought to an end. As Tay-lor went home to Ba-ton Rouge, he met
with praise, at each place he passed; folks came in crowds to see the
great he-ro; cheers filled the air; flags were raised and guns were
fired; he was the i-dol of the land. His men too were fond of him, for
all through the war he had been kind and good to them, and shared their
hard life. He was such a he-ro to the whole land, that it is not strange
that he was named for the next pres-i-dent, and got the most votes. He
took the chair of state in 1849, but the brave old man came in just at
the time when the strife a-bout slaves was at its height; and the cares
of the of-fice were too much for him, as they had been for Har-ri-son.
On Ju-ly 4th, 1850, there was a great time in Wash-ing-ton, in which
he took part; but his health was too weak to stand this strain; and
in the midst of his work, on Ju-ly 9th, 1850, the brave old In-di-an
fight-er died.

[Illustration: ZACHARY TAYLOR.]

[Illustration: MILLARD FILLMORE.]




MIL-LARD FILL-MORE.


In a log ca-bin way out in the western part of New York State, deep in
the dense, wild woods, was born, on Jan-u-a-ry 7th, 1800, the boy who
was to be the thir-teenth pres-i-dent of the U-nit-ed States. His
fa-ther had gone there from Ver-mont, to get a-way from the In-di-ans,
who gave no peace in his old home; and no house stood near-er than four
miles to the lit-tle home he had built in the wild new land; there was
no school; and if there had been lit-tle Mil-lard had not much time to
go; for he was ver-y young, when he was taught to earn mon-ey and help
in the lit-tle home. He learned how to make cloth from the soft white
wool; and was hard at work, in this way, till he was nine-teen years
old; then a love of books came to him; and a law-yer took note of
him and gave him such aid that he soon took a high place in the
law-stud-ies. When he was twen-ty-two, he went to Buf-fa-lo, and taught
school, to help pay his way, as he went on with the stud-y of law. He
was bright and quick, and, in 1823, he be-gan to prac-tise law and
soon rose to such a high place in the state bar that his state sent
him to Con-gress. Here his work was done so well that he was made
vice-pres-i-dent, when Tay-lor took the pres-i-dent's seat; and on his
death be-came pres-i-dent.

While he was in the chair one of his aids was the great Dan-iel
Web-ster, who looked af-ter the laws of all the states. He had been in
of-fice but a short time, when a band of men tried to get Cu-ba from
Spain; but they were soon put down. He was in of-fice one term, and then
went home to Buf-fa-lo, and took up the prac-tice of law a-gain. In 1855
he went to Eu-rope, where he stayed for one year; he then came home to
lead a qui-et life, full of stud-y, till his death on March 8th, 1874.




FRANK-LIN PIERCE.


A brave sol-dier in the War of the Rev-o-lu-tion was Ben-ja-min Pierce,
the fa-ther of the boy who was to be our four-teenth pres-i-dent; and
it was in the old town of Hills-bor-ough, New Hamp-shire, that, on
No-vem-ber 22d, 1804, Frank-lin Pierce was born. The fa-ther was a big
strong man, fond of sports and fun of all kinds and much liked by all;
he was the chief man in Hills-bor-ough, and was at one time gov-ern-or
of his state. In such a home it is not hard to see that the life of
lit-tle Frank-lin would be full of work and play as well. He was sent to
good schools, and was just six-teen when he went to Bow-do-in Col-lege.
He was full of fun, and at once took the lead in the col-lege life; but
he worked hard at his books too; in 1824 he left col-lege, and took up
the stud-y of law, and soon be-came one of the bar. He was now at his
old home in Hills-bor-ough, and folks felt that he was a man of brains
and great force; he was sent to Con-gress, and held high of-fice in his
state while he was still a young man; and in the Mex-i-can War he showed
him-self as brave a man as his fa-ther had been. At last, in 1853, he
was made pres-i-dent. At this time, the strife as to the slave trade
was at its height; some states wished to have slaves, while some held
it wrong. At last Con-gress made a law that all new states should do
as they pleased. The first "World's Fair" was held in New York, just
at this time, in a great hall made of glass, which was known as "The
Crys-tal Pal-ace."

Pierce was in of-fice one term; at the end of that time he went back
home to Con-cord, Mas-sa-chu-setts, where he lived a qui-et life un-til
his death, on Oc-to-ber 8th, 1867.

[Illustration: FRANKLIN PIERCE.]

[Illustration: JAMES BUCHANAN.]




JAMES BU-CHAN-AN.


A strong, brave, young man from Ire-land was the fa-ther of our
fif-teenth pres-i-dent. He had come here in 1783, and bought a small
farm in Penn-syl-va-ni-a; so well did he do that he soon bought a store
as well; and when, on A-pril 23d, 1791, at Cove Gap, lit-tle James was
born, his fa-ther was quite a rich man. He sent his son to the best
schools and he was just six-teen years old when he went to Dick-in-son
col-lege. Here he took first place with ease. In 1809, when he left
col-lege, he be-gan the stud-y of law. In the War of 1812 he served in
the ar-my; and at the close of the war his state chose him to help make
her laws. He was a young man when his state sent him to Wash-ing-ton
where he held his place in Con-gress for ten years. In 1831 he was sent
to Rus-sia to look out for our rights there; and in 1853 he held the
same post in Eng-land. You see, he rose fast to the first place in the
land, for in 1857 he was made pres-i-dent. While he was in the chair of
state, the Prince of Wales came here for the first time, and this shows
that Eng-land felt we were now one of the big coun-tries of the world,
and that she must treat us as such.

It was while Bu-chan-an was pres-i-dent that Cy-rus W. Field laid the
first wire un-der the O-cean, by which words could be sent from this new
land to those old lands on the oth-er side. The talk a-bout slav-er-y
was so fierce at this time that a fight in which brave lives were lost
took place, and the name which shines out bright is that of John Brown
of Kan-sas. He was a friend of the black men, and took their part. He
struck the first blow in their cause at the fort at Har-per's Fer-ry,
which he held for two days. He took all the guns that were there, as he
wished to arm the black men and then lead them to the South to fight for
their friends, held there as slaves. Of course this was a-gainst the law
of the land, and troops were sent to seize this brave and good man. His
two sons fought with him, and he saw them both shot down, but he did not
give up till in the heat of the fight he fell with six wounds. He did
not die at this time; af-ter this he was hung as one who had fought
a-gainst the law of his land. His last act, as he was on his way to the
place where he was to be hung, was to kiss a lit-tle ba-by which a poor
slave held up to him as he passed.

His death was not in vain, for from now on the ques-tion of sla-ver-y
was the talk of the whole land, and in 1860 South Car-o-li-na took the
lead and said that she would not bear the laws of the Un-ion, but would
rule her land in her own way. Soon, six more South-ern states said the
same; and these states which cut loose from the North were called the
"Con-fed-er-a-cy;" at the head as pres-i-dent was Jef-fer-son Da-vis.

This was the state of things when Bu-chan-an left the chair, and went
to his home in Penn-syl-va-ni-a, at a place called Wheat-land.

In the last year of his life he wrote a book of his life, which is still
in print. He died at his home on June 1st, 1868. He was the last of the
"Peace" pres-i-dents, for it was A-bra-ham Lin-coln who took his place,
and in his term the strife as to the slave trade led to our "Civ-il War."




A-BRA-HAM LIN-COLN.


Thom-as Lin-coln, who was the fa-ther of A-bra-ham Lin-coln, had seen
a sad sight when he was but a boy of eight years; while he and his
brothers were hard at work with their fa-ther in the dense, wild woods
which grew close to their small home in Ken-tuck-y, an In-di-an chief
crept close to them; he fired one shot, and the boys saw their big,
strong fa-ther fall dead. They were brave boys, and while one ran for
help, the oth-ers kept at bay the In-di-ans who came from the woods. A
band of men soon came to their aid, and drove the fierce red men back to
the woods. It was a rough, hard life in which Thom-as Lin-coln grew up;
and he could not read or write when, at twen-ty years, he took as his
wife Miss Nan-cy Hanks; she was a bright girl and soon taught him at
least to write his name.

[Illustration: LINCOLN'S EARLY HOME.]

[Illustration: ABRAHAM LINCOLN.]

It was a poor log-house in Har-din Coun-ty, Ken-tuck-y, to which he
took his bride; and yet in this home so mean and small, was born, on
Feb-ru-a-ry 12th, 1809, the boy who was to be pres-i-dent of this great
land. Few boys and girls know what it is to be as poor as this lit-tle
boy was, or to lead as hard and sad a life. His clothes were thin and
poor, his shoes, when he had an-y, were oft-en full of holes; he did
not al-ways have as much as he would like to eat, and in the long, hard
win-ters he was oft-en ver-y cold. It was not an eas-y life, and it was
full of hard work, for peo-ple in this rough place could not read and
there were no schools; but when he was still a young boy his folks moved
to In-di-an-a, and though there was more work to be done, life was not
quite so sad, for he and his sis-ter Nan-cy now had a play-mate, their
cous-in, Den-nis Hanks, who was full of life and fun. "Abe," as folks
called him, was but eight years old when his par-ents went out into the
West to live, but he was so strong that he could help chop down the
trees of which the new home was made; then, too, he learned how to shoot
the game and wild fowl in the big woods, and so could bring good things
in-to the house to eat. But a dark time came in his life soon, for the
kind, good moth-er took sick and died. Her death was a great loss to
"Abe," and he felt much grief that there was no one to say a pray-er at
her grave; so he wrote to the min-is-ter in the old home in Ken-tuck-y,
and asked him if he would not come there and bless his moth-er's grave.
This good man came as soon as he could, but it was a long while af-ter
her death be-fore "Abe" had his wish. That win-ter was long and hard for
the poor lit-tle boy and girl with no moth-er to see that they were
warm, or that they had good food to eat; but in the fall of 1819, the
fa-ther brought home a new wife, Mrs. Sal-ly John-son and now at last a
ray of bright light came to stay with "Abe" and Nan-cy. The new moth-er
was a good, kind wo-man, and was quite rich for those days. She soon had
the home bright and neat; she put good warm clothes on "Abe" and Nan-cy;
saw that they had food to eat and at once sent them to school.

"Abe" was now e-lev-en years old, tall and big, and of more strength
than most boys of his age. His fa-ther hired him out for all sorts of
work; to pitch hay, to chop wood, to help on the farm; no work was too
hard for this big, strong boy; but, with all this work, he kept at his
books too. Late at night, while all the rest slept, he would stud-y his
books; and as books were few he read them ma-ny times o-ver; one of the
books he loved the most was the "Life of Wash-ing-ton."

He was a young man, for it was in March, 1828, that a chance came to him
to see more of life; he was hired to take a boat filled with skins down
the Mis-sis-sip-pi Riv-er to New Or-le-ans; he did this work well, and
when he came back was paid a good price for it. He was just of age when
his folks went to Il-li-nois to live; and now he helped build a home,
cleared a big field in which it stood, split rails to fence it in, and
then went off to make his own way in life.

The first thing he did was to help build a flat-boat and then take it
down to New Or-le-ans; when he came back the man who owned the boat gave
him a place in his store at New Sa-lem; and now he had a good chance to
get books to read; and you may be sure he was glad of this. He was soon
known in the place as a bright young man, and one who would not lie,
or steal, or do an-y mean thing; he was full of fun and jokes, and the
folks in the town were all fond of him; he was called "Hon-est Abe."
When the "Black Hawk War" broke out he went at the head of a small band
of men to the seat of war; he was in no great fight, but learned much of
war and how to rule the rough men who were in his care.

When he came home he was felt to be one of the first men in the town,
and in 1834 he took a high place in the state. He now took up the
stud-y of law, and was soon in ac-tive prac-tise; he had a good, kind
heart, and did much good to those who were too poor to pay him. In 1846
he was sent to Con-gress; this time he was there but one year; then came
back to Spring-field, Il-li-nois, and built up a fine law prac-tise. His
name was now known through all this great land; and in the slave strife
he was al-ways on the side of the slaves. He spoke so oft-en for the
slaves that in 1860, the South said if he was put up for pres-i-dent, by
the North and West, they would leave the Union. But he was just the man
to fill this high office at this time; and as he had the most votes he
took the of-fice of Pres-i-dent in 1861. There is a sto-ry told of these
days, which shows that Lin-coln, when a great man, had no shame for the
days when he was poor. Old John Hanks, who had helped him build that
rail fence so long a-go, came to Il-li-nois with two of those rails; and
on them was a big card which told where they came from, and who split
them. Lin-coln was just a-bout to make a speech to a big crowd; and
when he saw these rails he said that he had split them when a boy, but
thought he could do bet-ter now. Then shouts and cheers went up from the
crowd, you may be sure; and from that time Lin-coln was known in the
race for pres-i-dent as "The Rail Split-ter."

When he left his home to go to Wash-ing-ton, a great crowd came to see
him off, but he was so sad he could not say much to them. There were
plots to kill him at this time, and he knew it; but he gave no thought
to his own life, and went straight to his post of du-ty as Pres-i-dent.
It was with a sad heart that he saw this great land torn with war; and
he would have been glad to keep peace, but this he could not do. When
the South fired at the flag of the Un-ion at Fort Sum-ter, a cry went
up through the whole land. The South fought for what it called "States
Rights;" the right of each state to rule in its own way; but this
Lin-coln would not have. He cared more for the Un-ion than he did for
the slaves; for, though he thought all men should be free, he said,
if he could save the Un-ion, he did not care if not one slave was made
free; he had no wish to keep the South from its rights; but, at last, he
felt it wise to send out a bill, which said that all the slaves should
be free, and have the same rights as white men. This land was in no
state for war; much had to be done; clothes and food got for the troops;
and arms as well had to be made or bought at once. The first great fight
was at Bull Run in Vir-gin-i-a; and the loss of life on both sides was
great; the North lost from the first; men who had nev-er been in a fight
be-fore went mad with fear and ran for their lives. But at the fight at
Get-tys-burg the men of the North were brave and fought with such skill
that the great fight was won by the North.

Grant was put at the head of the troops who went down to free
Mis-sis-sip-pi; and it was not long be-fore he placed the Stars and
Stripes over this fair state. The South made a brave fight, for what it
thought was right and just; but as the war went on, the troops of the
South were in a bad state; they could get no food, no clothes, and so
ma-ny men had been shot that in the last years of the war young boys had
to help fill up the ranks. Now came Sher-man's march to the sea, and he
took Sa-van-nah and all its guns and stores. This was a great blow, and
now one by one the sea-ports of the South fell in-to the hands of the
North. At last Gen-er-al Lee, a great and good man of the South, sent
word to Grant that he would come to terms and make peace. Grant was
kind at this hard time; he let Lee keep his sword, and said that the men
might keep all their hors-es. It was in A-pril, 1865, that peace came
to our great land; and the North went mad with joys; bells pealed, and
fires blazed in the streets; flags were raised and guns were fired; but
in the South there was no joy; on-ly great grief.

From the grief of the South a great crime sprang; on the night of A-pril
14th, as Lin-coln sat in a box at the the-a-tre watch-ing a play he
was shot by a man from the South named Wilkes Booth. When he had shot
Lin-coln, this man sprang on the stage and tried to run from the place;
he fell and broke his leg; but in this state he got to the door, where
he jumped on his horse and fled for his life. He was found at last in a
barn, and made such a brave fight for his life that the barn had to be
set on fire be-fore he could be caught; e-ven then he would not come out
and give him-self up; but fought till he was shot down where he stood.

Lin-coln had been shot in the back of his head, and could not move or
speak;--men took him with care to a house near by, but there was no help
for him; and in the ear-ly morn of the next day a great life came to a
sad end. The whole land, the South as well as the North, wept at his
death; for no sane man felt that Booth's deed was wise or just; and to
this day the name of A-bra-ham Lin-coln, the "Sav-iour of his Coun-try,"
is held dear by North and South.




AN-DREW JOHN-SON.


An-drew John-son's life as a boy was quite as hard as that of lit-tle
"Abe" Lin-coln. He was born in Ra-leigh, North Car-o-li-na, on
De-cem-ber 29th, 1808, in a small log cab-in; and near his home were
the big farms of the rich men of the South, on which lived in more
ease than he the slaves, who looked down on his fa-ther and mo-ther
as "poor white trash."

His fa-ther died when An-drew was but four years old; he must have been
a brave man, for he lost his life try-ing to save a man from drown-ing.
Lit-tle An-drew was too poor to go to school; he had to try and earn
mon-ey, when he was but ten years old; so he was sent to a tail-or to
learn to make clothes; here, for five years he worked hard; and then he
heard a man read; and for the first time it came to his mind that he
could learn to do this; he got the men in the shop to teach him his
"A, B, C;" and he was so quick to learn that soon he could read a
lit-tle; but it was not till he was wed to a bright young girl that he
learned a great deal of books; this was when he was eight-een, and he
had gone to Green-ville, Ten-nes-see, to set up in life for him-self.
These young folks were both poor, but both bright; and the wife was a
great help to John-son all through his life. He rose fast in his new
home; we see him, from the first, take the part of the poor; and he
was soon put in high of-fice in the town; it was not long ere he rose
to a high place in the state, and, in 1843, we see the poor lit-tle
tail-or boy of 1826 in the halls of Con-gress, stand-ing up for the
rights of the class in which he was born. In 1846 he took the seat of
John Quin-cy Ad-ams, who was too sick to hold it; does it not seem
strange that two men who had lived as boys so un-like should rise to
just the same place? For ten years he was in Wash-ing-ton, where he
helped make the laws of the land; then in 1853, he was made gov-ern-or
of Ten-nes-see. When the Civ-il War broke out, he took sides with
the North, though he was born in the South and lived there; and when
Lin-coln was made pres-i-dent he took the next place as vice-pres-i-dent.

[Illustration: ANDREW JOHNSON.]

On Lin-coln's death, he took the pres-i-dent's chair. The whole land was
now up-set; in the South the white men had no work; and the slaves did
not know how to care for them-selves. In the North there was strife as
to the terms on which the South should come back in-to the Un-ion; and
on ma-ny things John-son and his Con-gress did not think the same; so
there was strife be-tween them. It came to its height in 1868, when the
Sen-ate tried John-son for "high crimes and mis-de-mean-ors;" this means
that Con-gress thought the pres-i-dent did not act for the good of the
land, and should be put out of of-fice; but the men who tried him did
not all think the same; and most of them said he should keep his place.

So he was in the chair for four years, and then went home to
E-liz-a-beth-town, Ten-nes-see, where he lived till his death on
Ju-ly 29th, 1875.




U-LYS-SES SIMP-SON GRANT.


The boy who was to be first a great gen-er-al in the ar-my, and then
Pres-i-dent of the U-nit-ed States, was born at Point Pleas-ant, O-hi-o,
A-pril 27th, 1822. As a boy he did not care for books, but was fond of
sports and games, and had a great love for horses; he was but eight
years old when he put a young colt to a sled, and hauled sticks and logs
from the woods to his home; and he was but twelve when he made a trade
of a horse he had for a young colt which had not been used much; on his
way home a dog sprang at the colt, which, at once, mad with fear, tried
to run a-way; the boy held fast to his reins, and stopped the colt just
on the edge of a great cliff; but it was in such fear that it would not
move, and the boy for a time knew not what to do. At last he took his
hand-ker-chief, tied it o-ver the colt's eyes, and so drove him home.
Folks near the Grant home said there was no horse which young U-lys-ses
could not ride; he was a boy who had a firm will and strong nerves; and
was at the head in all sports or games; for young boys soon learn which
one of them must take the lead.

He did not stand so high in school, but did his tasks well; and in 1839
he went to West Point. Here he soon had ma-ny friends; and they gave him
a name which clung to him for life; he was called "Uncle Sam," from the
U. S. in his first two names. At West Point, he read a great deal of
war, and the men who had done brave deeds for their coun-try; and
when he left there he was, at heart, as well as in name, a sol-dier of
his coun-try. He at once took his place with the troops, who were at war
with the In-di-ans in the West; but his first big fight was at Pa-lo
Al-to in 1846. At the close of this war Grant, who had shown much skill,
and knew no fear, was sent to the West once more to force the In-di-ans
to keep peace.

[Illustration: ULYSSES S. GRANT.]

He was in Cal-i-for-ni-a while the gold craze was at its height, to try
and make the rough men who came in search of gold keep the laws of the
land. Then, from 1854, he had a few years of peace, and start-ed to tan
hides and skins, in Ga-le-na, Il-li-nois; but his life was ev-er at his
coun-try's call; and he was one of the first men to take up arms in the
Civil War. He was made a gen-er-al soon af-ter the war broke out; and
one of his first acts was to block all the streams and roads near his
post at Cai-ro, on the O-hi-o River, so that the South could get no food
or arms. Grant was known as a brave fight-er, and oft-en was in the
midst of the fight at the head of his men. At a great loss of life to
his troops, he took two strong forts from the South, Forts Hen-ry and
Don-el-son; and then came that great fight at Shi-loh; where the troops
of the South were cut down, and the North won the day; Grant was now put
next to the head of the whole ar-my; and at once tried to take the cit-y
of Vicks-burg. The siege of this cit-y was hard for those in its walls,
and for the troops in front of it; for Grant and his men could get no
food from the North, and the cit-y was quite cut off from help. The
cit-y made a brave stand for two long months; but had to give in at
last, and at the end of that time Grant and his men marched in-to the
cit-y; now this great gen-er-al showed what a kind heart he had, for he
gave food and clothes to the poor men who had fought so long and so
well, to save their town; and he tried hard, at this time, to think of
some way to bring the war to a close. Grant was not a hard man, but he
was a just one; and in his camps, the men must live the right sort of
lives; he would not let his men steal food from the farms a-bout them,
or rob the poor folks in their homes. He was a plain man, and his dress
showed his plain tastes; once, when he had his troops march past him,
that he might see how they looked, he wore such a plain garb that his
cap-tains were dressed bet-ter than he. He wore no sword, sash, nor
belt; just a plain, dark suit, with a soft felt hat on his head, and a
pair of kid gloves on his hands; he was a great smoker, and, it is said,
his big plans were all made when his ci-gar was in his mouth. In 1863,
Grant won a great fight at Chat-ta-noo-ga; and in the fierce fight in
the Wil-der-ness, he and Gen-er-al Lee met for the first time.

Grant's next great work was to seize Pe-ters-burg; and so he laid siege
to the town; he dug a huge mine in front of the doomed cit-y, and filled
it full of pow-der that would go off when fired with a match; when this
great charge went off, the fort was blown to small bits, and heaps of
dead and dy-ing men lay in the midst of the ru-in; but the brave men of
the South still held the fort, and drove back the troops from the North
as they rushed up; and so well did they fight that Grant and his men had
to draw back, and leave Pe-ters-burg a-lone for some time.

The next time he tried to take the town though, Gen-er-al Lee, who was
in charge, was forced to yield; and soon the red, white and blue waved
o-ver the South-ern cit-y. Soon af-ter this, Grant took from Lee all the
troops in his charge; and it was now plain to see that the war must
soon end.

You read in the life of Lin-coln, of the terms of peace which Grant gave
to the great chief of the South; and it seems that these two men, Grant
and Lee, had no hard thoughts for each other; for when peace was made,
they shook hands, and part-ed friends. Each had done his best in the
cause he thought right. Grant's trip to the North when the war was at
an end was a grand one; crowds rushed to see the man who had saved the
Union, and cheers and shouts rang to the skies. He was, of course, named
for pres-i-dent and a great vote put him in of-fice.

He was in the pres-ident's seat for two terms; and was the on-ly man
since Wash-ing-ton, who was thought of for a third term; but this the
whole land said no to; as no man should be pres-i-dent longer than
Wash-ing-ton had been. In Grant's last term, a big fair was held in
Phil-a-del-phi-a, called the "Cen-ten-ni-al;" to keep in mind this was
the great day on which this land was made free. At the end of Grant's
two terms, he took a tour of the world; and all lands made much of the
sol-dier pres-i-dent; rich gifts were placed in his hands; and at the
courts of the old world, kings and queens were glad to have this plain
qui-et man as a guest.

His last home was in New York; and here, in 1884, he fell sick; he lost
much mon-ey at this time, and was, in truth, a poor man. But he was, to
the last, a brave man; and in the midst of much pain, he wrote the book
of his life, that when he was dead his wife should have mon-ey from its
sale.

He died after eight long months of great pain, at Mt. Mc-Greg-or, near
Sar-a-to-ga, on July 23d, 1885; his bod-y lay in state in New York for
some days, and crowds from far and near came to view this great man for
the last time.

He was laid to rest Au-gust 8th, 1885, at Riv-er-side Park, New York
Cit-y; and the white mar-ble tomb that marks this spot is a gift to the
great dead, from the land he served so well.




RUTH-ER-FORD B. HAYES.


Ruth-er-ford B. Hayes was born in Del-a-ware, O-hi-o, Oc-to-ber 4th,
1822; such a strong, ro-sy lit-tle boy was he, that he had the pet name
of "Rud-dy;" his fa-ther had a big farm and a store as well, so he was
quite rich, and lit-tle Rud-dy grew up in a bright and hap-py home. He
came of a race of brave men, who had fought and died for this fair land
in the wars of the Rev-o-lu-tion and of 1812; and he grew up as brave
as they. He and his lit-tle sis-ter Fan-ny went when young to a small
school near their home; and the good, wise moth-er helped them with
their books at home; Ruth-er-ford worked hard at school, and went when
quite young to the high school, where he soon stood at the head of his
class. He was six-teen when he went to Ken-yon Col-lege, Ohio. Now,
though he was so good at his books, he loved sport and fun as well; and
he was so strong, that he could walk miles on the cold-est of days, and
yet get no hurt. Once he walked all the way from col-lege to his home
and back, when the snow lay deep on the ground, and this was for-ty
miles; he could swim and skate, and knew how to fish and hunt; the boys
at col-lege all liked him; he had hosts of friends, and the strong,
brave will that kept him at the head in games and sports put him first
in his class too. He left col-lege in 1842, and took up the stud-y of
law at Har-vard Col-lege; in 1846, he was made one of the bar, and took
up prac-tise of law in Cin-cin-nat-i. When the Civ-il War broke out, he,
as cap-tain of a band of men from his home, did brave, good work. Once
he was shot and fell to the ground; but he did not give up; he told his
men what to do as he lay there in great pain, and kept up till some one
came to take his place as lead-er. At the end of the war, he was a
gen-er-al; and was much loved by his men. He was sent to Con-gress by
his state; and then made its gov-ern-or for three terms. In 1876, he was
made pres-i-dent; though some thought by a fraud in the count; and the
Dem-o-crats said that their man, Sam-u-el J. Til-den, should have been
pres-i-dent. While Hayes was at the White House, there was a great
la-bor strike, from the East to the West, on all the rail-roads. The
heads of the roads said that they would not pay the men, in their hire,
as much as they had done; and so, all the men left their work and no
trains could run, for the men came in great mobs to stop them; at last,
they rose in arms, and then the troops were sent out to force them to
keep the peace; nine men were killed, and some of the rest were bad-ly
hurt. But the men did not give up for a long time; they held Pitts-burg
for two days, and burned cars and the grain kept in them.

Of course, in the end, the law had to be o-beyed and the mobs were made
to come to terms, and lay down their arms.

There was a war with the In-di-ans while Hayes was in the chair; but
this was put down by Gen-er-al How-ard; and after some fierce fights,
the chiefs were caught and bound to keep the peace. There was a change
made in the way of life at the White House while Hayes was there, for no
wine was ever put on the ta-ble for guests or for the pres-i-dent and
his wife; this was the first time, and so far, the on-ly time, that wine
has not had its place at least at the state meals at the White House.
Hayes was in Wash-ing-ton for one term and then went to his home in
Mas-sil-lon, O-hi-o. He died on Jan-u-a-ry 17th, 1893.

[Illustration: RUTHERFORD B. HAYES.]

[Illustration: JAMES A. GARFIELD.]




JAMES A-BRAM GAR-FIELD.


In rough log cab-ins, out in the midst of wild woods, we have read that
six of our pres-i-dents were born; the sev-enth, James A-bram Gar-field,
was born in Or-ange, O-hi-o, on No-vem-ber 19th, 1831.

His fa-ther had built, with his own hands, their small, rude home; and
it stood deep in the wild wood, whose trees would, at times, catch fire
from the sparks thrown from the steam en-gines some miles off. Near the
Gar-field home was their field of grain; one day this caught fire, and
in trying to save his wheat, the fa-ther of lit-tle James lost his life.
It was a hard life to which he left his young wife and the four lit-tle
ones; but she was a brave good wo-man; she had to work hard of course,
and so did the boys; but the moth-er taught them from books as well; and
lit-tle James was but four years old when he went to his first school.
He was a tough, strong boy, and soon did a large part of the farm
work; in the long sum-mers he had the most work to do, and then in the
win-ters he could go to school; he was a brave boy, for the school was
miles from home, and his road lay through the deep woods, in which wild
beasts roamed at will. But he went his way, and if he felt fear, did not
show it; he had a great love for books, and late at night, with the big
wood-fire for his light, he would read o-ver and o-ver his few books.
His moth-er had taught him to love the Bi-ble, and this Good Book he
knew well. But, at last, the time came when he was so old that he could
leave home, and so help the moth-er more than he had done. The first
thing he did was to drive mules on the tow-path of the O-hi-o Ca-nal;
here he earned $10.00 a month, but the men he met were coarse and rough,
and the life rude and vile; so, with a sad heart, the young boy, fresh
from his good home in the qui-et woods, took what he had made here, and
went back to the place he loved. He was sick for a long while now; and
as he lay on his bed, he made up his mind that he would go to col-lege,
and lead a good, use-ful life out in the big world; that he would use
his brains more than his hands. With this hope in front of him, he made
mon-ey in the sum-mer to pay his way at school in win-ter; and soon knew
all that they could teach and went to Hi-ram Col-lege; here at first he
did all sorts of work to pay his way; rang the bells, swept the floors,
and built the fires; but he was soon paid to teach in the col-lege, for
he was too bright and quick to do such hard work long. In 1854, he went
to Wil-liams Col-lege, and left at the head of his class in 1856.

From now on he rose fast; he taught school when he left col-lege; his
boys loved the big strong man and said so much in his praise, that men
learned to love him too; and in 1859 he was made one of the O-hi-o
Sen-ate, and soon af-ter sent to Con-gress. Then came the Civ-il War,
in which he fought brave-ly; he won much fame in some of the great
bat-tles, and was made a gen-er-al. He was a warm, close friend of
Lin-coln; and on the day of Lin-coln's death, it was Gar-field who spoke
such calm, good words to a mob of men on Wall Street, New York, that he
kept them from rash acts at this sad time. At the close of the war,
Gar-field was in Eu-rope for a short time; and when he came home, he was
sent to Con-gress, where he kept his seat for a long time. In 1880 he
was named for pres-i-dent, and took his seat in 1881. But there was a
great grief in store for this land, once more. On July 2d, 1881, just
four months from the time he took his seat, Gar-field was shot by
Charles Gui-teau, as he, with James G. Blaine, was on his way to take a
train north from Wash-ing-ton. They bore him back to the White House,
and the man who had done this foul act was seized. The whole land prayed
for Gar-field's life, but he grew worse fast; and it was thought best
at last to take him to Long Branch, where it was cool-er than in
Wash-ing-ton. But the long, hot months dragged on; and the sick man did
not grow well in the cool salt air, as it had been hoped; in spite of
all care, the pres-i-dent failed day by day; and on Sep-tem-ber 19th,
1881, the whole world heard with sorrow of this good man's death. The
great men of the day wept side by side, as Gar-field lay in state in
Wash-ing-ton; and men of note, in all walks of life, felt his death as
a great grief. He now lies at rest in Cleve-land, O-hi-o. Gui-teau was
hanged for the crime he had done; and it is but just to say, that some
thought he was not in his right mind when he shot Gar-field.




CHES-TER AL-AN AR-THUR.


Ches-ter Al-an Ar-thur was born in Fair-field, Ver-mont, on Oc-to-ber
5th, 1830, and his fath-er had charge of the church in that place and
was one of the first men to speak for the poor slaves. Now, in those
days, those good men did not live as well as they do now; for folks
were poor in the small towns; so this small boy was al-so born in a log
cab-in; but he was sent to good schools, and was quite young when he
knew so much that he could go to Un-ion Col-lege. All the time he was
here he paid his own way, and when he left Col-lege he taught school, so
that he could lay by means to go to New York and stud-y law. He was soon
in law prac-tise, and he and an old school-mate made the name of their
firm well known. Ar-thur took the part of the black race, just as his
fa-ther had done, and in 1856, he won a suit which let the ne-groes ride
in horse-cars with the whites. A slave-girl had been put off a car and
Ar-thur took up her case and won it. For some years he held high of-fice
in the state of New York and was a gen-er-al in the Civ-il War; he was
not in the fights, but saw that the troops had clothes and food; he did
this hard task so well that, when the war was at an end, the pres-i-dent
gave him the best place in New York State; he was made chief of the
great port of New York and held this post for two terms.

[Illustration: CHESTER A. ARTHUR.]

In 1880 he was made vice-pres-i-dent with Gar-field as pres-i-dent; and,
of course, took the chair when Gar-field died. He held this place for
one term and then went back to his home in New York Cit-y, and took
up his law work. There was a split in his par-ty at the end of his term;
some men wished Ar-thur to run once more for pres-i-dent, but more
wished James G. Blaine of Maine; so, of course, Blaine was named. The
Dem-o-crats named Gro-ver Cleve-land; and as all the men on that side
wished this one man to win, he had the most votes; and for the first
time in a long while, the Dem-o-crats won in the race for pres-i-dent.

Two years from the time that Ar-thur came home, and right in the midst
of his law work, he died in New York Cit-y; this was on No-vem-ber 18th,
1886; and he was laid to rest in Al-ba-ny.




STE-PHEN GRO-VER CLEVE-LAND.


The race of brave, strong men from whom Ste-phen Gro-ver Cleve-land
sprang made their first homes here, in Mas-sa-chu-setts, as far back
as 1635. His fa-ther had charge of a small church in Cald-well, New
Jer-sey, and here, in a neat white frame house, which you may see for
your-selves to-day, was born, on March 18th, 1837, the boy who was to
rise, step by step, to the pres-i-dent's seat.

He was three years old when they moved to Fay-ette-ville, New York, and
here he first went to school and lived till he was twelve years old. He
showed a strong will, and a great love for books, as a small boy; he
would have his own way, if he could get it; and this was why he was sent
to a high school, when he was not so old by some years, as the rest of
the boys there; he gave his fa-ther no rest till he sent him; and once
there he made up his mind to lead his class.

He was just twelve when his strong will sent him to work in a store near
his home, so that he could help care for the big fam-i-ly in the small
home. The man who hired him, soon saw that, if he was young, he knew how
to work well, and that he could trust him; for two years he worked in
the store and then went back to his books.

But, just at this time, his fa-ther died; and he then had to find a way
to care for those in great need at home. With the same pluck that he had
shown in the past, he now went to work in a "Home for the Blind," in New
York. In this big cit-y, the bright boy saw and heard much which gave
him new thoughts, and put in his heart the wish to make his life a great
one. At the end of two years in the "Home," he made up his mind to learn
law; and he asked a man whom he knew to lend him twen-ty-five dol-lars
to start him. The fact that this man did so shows that he had trust in
young Gro-ver Cleve-land; he could now start his work, and went to
Buf-fa-lo to do so. Here he lived for eight years; at first he helped
his un-cle, in the care of a big farm, and the mon-ey he so made was
sent to his moth-er. Soon he had the chance to stud-y law; the place
where he went was two miles from his un-cle's home, but back and forth,
rain or shine, he walked each day. There is told a tale that shows how
he loved the books of law; for, the first day he went to this place, a
book was put in his hands to read; he kept at it for hours, till dark
came; then he found the rest of the men had gone home; all the doors
were locked; and he must stay there all night.

Such hard work soon made him a man who well knew the law; and folks gave
him big cases that brought him much fame. He did not go to the war, when
it broke out, for he felt that he could not leave his folks at home with
no one to care for them.

He rose fast in his law work; and more than one great case did he win;
he cared far more to take the part of the poor than of the rich; and at
no time in his life did he look for high place or fame; it came to him
though, for he was just the man to fill a high post well. His name was
soon known in his state and at Wash-ing-ton; for three years he was
Sher-iff of E-rie Coun-ty and then he took up his law prac-tise once
more; but soon he was put at the head of his cit-y as its May-or; and
then was made the Gov-ern-or of the great state of New York. Here he
did good work; he put down those who had tak-en bribes, and had not been
good, true men, and he tried to see that the laws were well kept; men
saw that he was the right man to fill this high place, for he had no
fear of what might be thought of him; he just did as he felt right; and
so, while he was still gov-ern-or, he was named for pres-i-dent by a
great vote, and was e-lect-ed. When he took the oath of of-fice in
Wash-ing-ton, he did not kiss the big Bi-ble which oth-er pres-i-dents
had kissed, but a lit-tle old book, much worn with use, which his
moth-er had giv-en to him when he first left home. He was in the chair
four years and while here, he took for his wife Miss Fran-ces Fol-som;
he was the first pres-i-dent to wed in the White House. Cleve-land was
pres-i-dent for four years; at the end of that time, the Re-pub-li-cans
placed Ben-ja-min Har-ri-son in the pres-i-dent's chair.

But, at the end of one term, once more the Dem-o-crats won the day; and
a-gain, in 1893, we see Gro-ver Cleve-land pres-i-dent.

In May of 1894, the World's Fair was o-pened; and few boys and girls are
too young to know some-thing of the beau-ty of the Great White Cit-y
built on the shores of Lake Mich-i-gan in Chi-ca-go. In the last years
of Cleve-land's term, there was much talk of the state of things in
Cu-ba. The men there wished to be free from Spain, who had ruled them,
with a hard hand, for hun-dreds of years.

Spain sent down troops of sol-diers; and harsh laws were made to force
the Cu-bans to keep the peace. But Cu-ba would not give up; and the
U-ni-ted States be-gan to feel pit-y for this brave lit-tle is-land,
try-ing to get free.

In the midst of the strife, Cleve-land's term of of-fice came to an end,
and he came to New York to live and take up law a-gain. He now has his
home in Prince-ton, New Jer-sey, and has a large law prac-tise.

[Illustration: GROVER CLEVELAND.]

[Illustration: BENJAMIN HARRISON.]




BEN-JA-MIN HAR-RI-SON.


In the first part of this book, you heard of a brave In-di-an fight-er,
whose name was Wil-liam Hen-ry Har-ri-son; and you saw this brave man
mount step by step to the pres-i-dent's chair. It is his grand-son,
Ben-ja-min Har-ri-son, whom we now see pres-i-dent of the U-ni-ted
States. He was born in his grand-fa-ther's home at North-Bend,
In-di-an-a, on Au-gust 20th, 1833. There were no good schools near his
home; so in a small log house, in his grand-fa-ther's grounds, he first
went to school; he and a few oth-er boys and girls were taught here by
those whom the Har-ri-sons hired. In this school the seats were of
planks, laid on sticks that were stuck in holes in the floor; they had
no backs; and were so high that the small boys and girls could not touch
their feet to the floor. On-ly in the win-ter did this small boy go to
school; in the sum-mer he had work to do on the big farm; he did his
work well; but he also learned to shoot, to fish, to swim, and to ride.

He was much liked by all the boys, for he was full of sports and jokes.
In 1820 he went to Mi-a-mi Col-lege, and left in 1822, to stud-y law.
In one of his first cases, the light was so dim, that he could not see
the notes he had made with such care. What should he do? There was but
one thing he could do: fling to one side the notes and plead his case
without an-y. This was a hard thing to do; but he did it so well, that
he won his case; and the great men of the day gave him much praise for
his speech.

When the Civ-il War broke out he raised a troop of men, from his own
state, and was made the col-o-nel of this band, which was called the
"70th In-di-an-a."

He served for two years, and won fame in some of the great bat-tles of
the war; so brave was he at Re-sa-ca, that he was made a Brig-a-dier
Gen-er-al. Through the long years of war, he was kind and good to the
men in his care; they loved him well, and gave him the name of "Little
Ben."

Not till the war was at an end, did he leave the field; then with much
fame, he went back home, and took up his work at law. He took a high
place in his own state and made some great speech-es.

It was now the year 1889; just one hun-dred years had passed since
Wash-ing-ton, our first pres-i-dent, took his place as Pres-i-dent of
the U-nit-ed States; and the whole land thought it right to cel-e-brate
the date. So in New York Cit-y, on A-pril 29th and 30th, was held the
"Wash-ing-ton Cen-ten-ni-al." The cit-y was hung from end to end, with
red, white and blue; the grand, good face of Wash-ing-ton, framed in the
flag of the land, or wreathed in green, looked down on the gay scene.
Rank by rank, the troops filed by a-midst the shouts and cheers of the
dense crowds that filled the streets, and looked from the win-dows of
stores and hous-es. Rich and poor, great and small, kept this great day;
the pres-i-dent and oth-er great men from Wash-ing-ton were brought to
the foot of Wall Street, on a barge hung with flags; here all the ships
of war were drawn up on each side; and as the par-ty went to the spot
where Wash-ing-ton took his oath of of-fice, young girls, clad in white,
cast flow-ers be-fore them. As the troops filed past the pres-i-dent,
one saw, not just those from the North; but up from the South came
hosts of men, bearing the flags of their states; all glad to share in
this great day of the na-tion; and there were men from across the
seas too; the Ger-mans and the French marched side by side with the
A-mer-i-cans. By night, fire-works and bon-fires filled the streets with
light, and blazed in beau-ty; no such great time had ever been known in
this land; and this was as it should be; for it was all done for the
great, good man, who had led our troops so well in our first war, that
he had made us free; and had then, by a wise and just rule, helped us
to be the great, strong land that we are to-day.

While Har-ri-son was in of-fice, work was be-gun for the "World's Fair,"
which was held in Chi-ca-go, in 1892, just four hun-dred years since
Co-lum-bus first saw A-mer-i-ca. Har-ri-son went to Chi-ca-go and
o-pened the fair with a speech on Oc-to-ber 14th, 1892; but folks could
not go there till the next year. In 1893, Har-ri-son went home to
In-di-an-a, and took up his law work, once more; he is still a-live, is
well known as a good law-yer, and has many warm friends a-<DW41> the great
men of our day.

We have seen that Gro-ver Cleve-land now be-came pres-i-dent; at the end
of his four years, the Re-pub-li-cans put Wil-liam Mc-Kin-ley in of-fice.




WIL-LIAM MC-KIN-LEY.


The man, who now, in the year 1900, stands at the head of our great
land, was born at Niles, O-hi-o, on Jan-u-a-ry 29th, 1843. In the
schools near his home he was taught his let-ters and, as a child, was
fond of books, and quick to learn. He was a mere boy, when he taught
school to earn the means to go to Col-lege. The school-house in which
he taught still stands; it is a plain, square, white house, with two
win-dows in front and three on each side. His moth-er was a good
wo-man, with a clear, strong brain; she taught him, as well as his
eight broth-ers and sis-ters, to love truth, and to live brave and
strong lives.

Young Wil-liam was not long to lead a life of peace; for in 1861 he,
then but a boy of eight-een, left his books and his home, and went to
the war. Many sto-ries prove how brave he was while there; but two will
show you why he rose so fast from the ranks. At one time the guns had
been left on the road, af-ter a great fight; and it would be a hard task
to go back near the foe to get them. But, young Mc-Kin-ley said, "The
boys will haul them;" and he and a few oth-ers went back for them and
brought them into our lines. Then he was at one time two miles from the
fight, in charge of the food; he was quite safe; but he thought our men
would fight bet-ter, if they had some cof-fee and food. So he filled a
cart and drove straight to the lines, where our brave men were hard at
work. Was this not a brave act? To risk his life for the sake of tak-ing
food and drink to the worn men. He worked his way straight to the
front and came out of the war a cap-tain. He went home at once and took
up the stud-y of law in Can-ton; one of his first speech-es was for the
rights of the black men; he said that they should have the same right to
vote that white men had; and he was ev-er on the side of the black man.
In 1869 Mc-Kin-ley was mar-ried to Miss I-da Sax-ton. They were both
very young when their two lit-tle chil-dren died. The young law-yer did
all he could to cheer his wife; and she was as brave as he, and did not
let her grief keep him from his work. He rose fast in his state, and
held high place more than once; then, in 1877, he was sent to Congress.
In 1891 he was made gov-ern-or of O-hi-o; and in 1897, he had made such
a great name for him-self that he was put up for pres-i-dent by the
Re-pub-li-cans, and e-lect-ed. Just as he came in-to of-fice, the strife
in Cu-ba was at its height; and men here in our great, free land had
much pit-y for the Cu-bans, who were try-ing to get free from Spain,
just as we had tried to shake off the hand of Eng-land long years a-go.
The Span-ish rule grew worse and worse, as Spain found that Cu-ba would
not give in. At last Gen-er-al Wey-ler, a harsh and cru-el man, was sent
there to force peace on an-y terms; but Gen-er-al Go-mez knew his foes
well, and his brave men fought with a strength born of a great hate for
Spain. By and by, when Spain saw she could not win the day, she sent
word that if Cu-ba would lay down her arms, she could have the rights
for which she had asked in vain in the past.

[Illustration: WILLIAM McKINLEY.]

But it was too late; Cu-ba had no faith in Spain, and would now be free
from her hard yoke. There was much want in the big towns of Cu-ba at
this time, for Wey-ler had made all the poor folks, who had lived in
peace on their small farms, come in-to the towns. He said they gave
help to the Cu-ban troops, and so he forced them to leave their homes
and would on-ly let them bring with them just the few things that they
could put on their backs. Then he had their lit-tle homes, and their
crops which they had raised with care, all burned to the ground. He had
lit-tle food to give this great host of poor peo-ple, and ma-ny died in
the streets for the want of bread. You may be sure that our great land
saw the pain and want down in Cu-ba, and longed to give aid; but an act
of help on our part would mean war with Spain, and this Mc-Kin-ley did
not wish. But there came a day when a great cry went up through the
U-nit-ed States at a foul deed done in the bay of Ha-va-na. Our great
war ship, the "Maine," was blown up by a bomb, as she lay at an-chor in
the har-bor. The thought of our poor men sent to such a death raised the
cry of war in all hearts. "Re-mem-ber the Maine," was the war-cry; and
men cried for war at once with Spain. But Mc-Kin-ley gave Spain one more
chance to stop the fight and free Cu-ba; this she would not do. So on
A-pril 21st, 1898, once more the U-nit-ed States had to make read-y for
war. From all the states men poured in and camps sprang up here and
there, where the men were taught to load and fire their guns. Off at
Hong-Kong, in charge of our war-ships, was brave Ad-mi-ral Dew-ey. He
knew that the Span-ish fleet was in Ma-ni-la Bay, near the Phil-ip-pine
Is-lands, which were ruled by Spain; the loss of these ships would be a
great blow to Spain just at this time; so Dew-ey steered his ships there
to strike a blow for his coun-try.

It was night when he reached the spot, and be-fore the Span-iards knew
he was near, six of his great ships had slipped past their forts. Then
a fierce fire poured on him from the forts; but it did not do much harm.
At last the Span-ish fleet saw him, and at once the ships o-pened fire;
but Dew-ey's flag-ship, the "O-lym-pi-a," sent out such a storm of shot
and shell, that the first of the Span-ish ships was sunk, and all on
board killed.

The fight last-ed two hours; and at the end of that time the Span-ish
fleet had all been sunk. Great joy was felt in the U-nit-ed States when
this glad news was heard, and Dew-ey was the he-ro of the whole land.

Our men down in Cu-ba fought well, and ma-ny brave deeds were done. On
June 6th Ad-mi-ral Samp-son fired on the forts at San-ti-a-go; our men
put their hearts in their work and their aim with the great guns was
true and straight. The Span-iards did not aim so well, and their shots
did not go so far, and so the shot and shell from their forts did not
do us much harm.

Soon our men had stopped the fire from all the forts save Cas-tle
Mor-ro, and this fort was rent and torn in great holes.

On June 24th our "Rough Ri-ders," with The-o-dore Roose-velt at their
head, were sent out to clear the way to San-ti-a-go. The foe poured a
hot fire on our men from the tall grass and weeds in which they lay
hid-den; and there was great loss of life. Full of fire and pluck were
these "Rough Ri-ders," and led by their brave colo-nels, Roose-velt and
Wood, they forced the Span-ish troops back, foot by foot. The line of
fight was five miles long; the heat was fierce; and food and wa-ter
scarce. But at last the troops came to the fort of San Juan Hill; then,
with a mad rush, up, up went our men to the Span-ish fort at the head!
Cheers and shouts rose to the skies as the red, white and blue waved
from the old Span-ish fort; but the cost of this fort had been great,
for there was much loss of life on both sides. On Ju-ly 3d Cer-ve-ra,
the Span-ish Ad-mi-ral, tried to sail his fleet out of the bay of
San-ti-a-go; he was seen, though, by our men, and af-ter a hot chase
and fierce fight-ing, the whole Span-ish fleet was burned or sunk.

Spain lost scores of brave men; but on our side not one man was killed,
nor did we lose a ship.

The end of the war was near; on Ju-ly 10th we laid siege to San-ti-a-go,
and on Ju-ly 17th we went in-to the cit-y and raised ov-er it the Stars
and Stripes.

In this part of the world the last shot had been fired; but Dew-ey in
the far east did not know this, and so he struck one more blow for his
coun-try.

He took the cit-y of Ma-ni-la with the loss of but twelve men, and when
our flag waved o-ver this cit-y, the end of the Span-ish war had come.
On Jan-u-a-ry 1st, 1899, the Span-ish flag, which for four hun-dred
years had waved o-ver Cu-ba, was hauled down; the red, white and blue
of our own land took its place; and Cu-ba, free from the hard rule of
Spain, blessed the great na-tion that had come to her aid.

In Sep-tem-ber of 1899 Ad-mi-ral Dew-ey came home; and from end to end
of this land his name was cheered.

He was the guest of the cit-y of New York for three days; and well did
the cit-y hon-or the he-ro of Ma-ni-la.

When we took Ma-ni-la from Spain, and so closed the Span-ish war, it did
not give us the Phil-ip-pines. The men there were glad to have us drive
out the Span-iards, but did not wish us to take their place. Long months
of war fol-lowed, but now, A-gui-nal-do, their chief, has yield-ed and
peace seems to be at hand.

It was not eas-y to see when Mc-Kin-ley be-came pres-i-dent that we
were soon to be in the midst of war; but our land has borne her part
well. We have gained new lands in the far east, and our flag waves o-ver
strange peo-ple who have not yet learned that it stands for free-dom.
They still fear that the yoke of the U-nit-ed States will be as hard to
bear as that of Spain. This is not so, and it will not be long be-fore
all these far-off lands will learn to love and bless the Red, White and
Blue, just as ev-er-y State in our great Un-ion does to-day.




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Transcriber's Note

The reader will note that words in this text are not exclusively
"of one syllable," but rather that most multi-syllabic words in the
text have been hyphenated into syllables.

Hyphenation and punctuation in this text are not standardized, and may
also appear oddly placed. There are numerous sections and words in
which hyphens are omitted. Some words are spelled variably, including
the author's name. These oddities have been retained to match the
original text.

Some illustrations have been moved from their original positions, so
as to be nearer to their corresponding text, or for ease of navigation
around paragraphs.

The following typographical corrections have been made in this ebook:

  Page 14: Removed misplaced hyphen
           (the coun-try turned to him)

  Page 22: Changed , to .
           (The Home of Thomas Jefferson.)

  Page 25: Typo leading to factual error. Changed Mon-ti-cel-lo to
           Mont-pel-ier (Mont-pel-ier, his fath-er's great farm)

  Page 47: Moved misplaced hyphen
           (a ver-y small boy)

  Page 47: Added missing word 'and'
           (of the North and those of the South)

  Page 71: Moved misplaced semi-colon
           (on July 23d, 1885; his bod-y lay in state)

  Page 85: Typo leading to factual error. Changed 'one' to 'four'
           (in 1892, just four hun-dred years since Co-lum-bus)





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