Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.

Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.

Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

Coming events cast their shadows before.

The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history.