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GEORGE W. RANGER, ESQ., OF FARMINGTON.

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HERE'S a story told in the granite shaft, that springs from tbe village square. To the soldier dead and thebe patriot deeds and the homes and hearts laid bare, Of the days of battle and fire and flame, for the flag they sought to free, -That little shaft with the simple text "They died on land or sea." It touches the heart in a strange, sad way-as a voice from the nation's past; I1ike a dream of youth. a thing unreal; till we meet in a fond hand-clasp A gTay haired man who was there himself and who makes the story true And who links our times to the days that are g'one when be was a boy in blue. I mind me thus of the man above. who was only a boy on tbe r arm, 'Then he heard the call for men at arms and wbo sprang' at the first alarm And who heard the news of Richmond's fall while undel' the leaden rain In the shambles of men at Petersburg. with the gallant old Sixth Maine, 'Tis not for me to tell the tale of friend Hmlger's busy life, Tbe dominant notes of bis great success were told in bis early sh'uc. 'l'hl'U tbick and thin, a soldier's sense--"My duty"-that is he-In public trusts, in business life, his sole desire shall be To live with such a purpose clear as to wu,l'rant the things he's done And befit thf' granite shaft he's real'ed in his hODle at Farmington,

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