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F. P. GRANT, FORT FAIRFIELD, MAINE. AC]{ in the long-los t halc yon days, -How dim they seem, tllru Time's dull hazeWhen we were boys, we oft did read, In well-thumbed text, tlle doughty deed Of Cincinnatus, from the falom, Fending' Italia's tbl'cutened barm. The Times have changed; ~Ian's highest aim No 10llgm' is to kill or ma,i In, Feelings of rivalry do not cease, But now they wear tbe ga,r b of Peace. And in this \Val', the strife of Toil Our leadel'S oft come from tbe soil, Metbinks their simpler, saner life I)otb better fit them for the strife, Fort Fairfield foU.;: believe tbis thing; Witness the works of him I sing. Where man forgatheretb witb man \.Vith mysUc rites of secret clan. In common effort for the Good, In foremost rauk he long has stood, 'l'he public well he often serves, From Duty's path he never swerves. Long' years be's read our page each week, What further praise is 'bere to seek?

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