Identifier: worldsstoryhisto13tapp (find matches)
Title: The world's story; a history of the world in story, song and art, ed. by Eva March Tappan
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Tappan, Eva March, 1854-1930 Ploetz, Karl Julius, 1819-1881 Tillinghast, William Hopkins, 1819-1881 Dresser, Horatio W. (Horatio Willis), b. 1866
Subjects: World history
Publisher: Boston and New York : Houghton Mifflin company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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eaction of the army against the rebels has not been quitewhat I should have best liked. But they have been drivenout of Maryland, and Pennsylvania is no longer in danger ofinvasion. When the rebel army was at Frederick, I deter-mined, as soon as it should be driven out of Maryland, toissue a proclamation of emancipation, such as I thoughtmost likely to be useful. I said nothing to any one, but Imade the promise to myself and (hesitating a little) to myMaker. The rebel army is now driven out, and I am goingto fulfill that promise. I have got you together to hear whatI have written down. I do not wish your advice about themain matter, for that I have determined for myself. This Isay without intending anything but respect for any one ofyou. ... I am here; I must do the best I can, and bear theresponsibihty of taking the course which I feel I ought totake. From left to right the persons seated are Stanton, thePresident, Welles, Seward, and Bates; those standing areChase, Smith, and Blair.
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BOSTON HYMNi BY RALPH WALDO EMERSON The word of the Lord by nightTo the watching Pilgrims came,As they sat by the seaside,And filled their hearts with flame. God said, I am tired of kings,I suffer them no more;Up to my ear the morning bringsThe outrage of the poor. Think ye I made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where t3rrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor? My angel, — his name is Freedom, —Choose him to be your king;He shall cut pathways east and westAnd fend you with his wing. Lo! I uncover the landWhich I hid of old time in the West,As the sculptor uncovers the statueWhen he has wrought his best; * Read in Music Hall, January i, 1863, at a celebration of the pass-ing of the Emancipation Proclamation. 347 THE UNITED STATES I show Columbia, of the rocksWhich dip their foot in the seasAnd soar to the air-bome flocksOf clouds and the boreal fleece. I will divide my goods;Call in the wretch and slave:None shall rule but the humble,And none but toil shall

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