The G. A. R. Comrade

Let me take the reador away from the present, far into the mysteries and mases of the future. Wben the bables that are held upto-day by mother's arms to watch. tbe magnificent battilion of the Grand Anny of tlie repubUc pass, wlll have grown to man and womanhood; Wben all but one of these strong, men who are marehing to martial music to-day will have passed into memory and history; Let me picture to you, if I ean, the last mardi of the last survivor of this loyal band of brave men. The same thrllling airs will fill the world with melody; the fife and drum will stir to patrlotlc response tlie multitudes that tlirong the thoroughfares. There will be a long line of glistening bayonets and glittering uniforme; men of letters, statesmen, diplomatic dignitarkvs and eivilians will pass in review. But the eyes of the multitud will give the gaudy display but a passing glance. 'They wlll eagerly scan the procession for the figure of a bent and tottering old man. The cry goes up- "He comes!" Far up and down the lines of eager people the cry will be talken up - "He comes!" Tes, he comes." The bent and tottering oíd man, the last member of the Grand Army of theKepublic, with feeble Bbeps, is passingin review. As the venerable veteran goes by„ Iveads will uncover, and a solemn hushi will fall upon the multitude. It is taking its farewell look at the last link that binds the present with. the past; the last eurvivor of a great Btruggle that history has made it familiar witih. That will be au event in the future of rhis country that but one of the thouwands wbo fill the ranks of the Grand Army to-day will particípate in.. But that time is coming, for year by year the graves of the survivors of ourelvil strife grow thicker on the hillsides and dot the peaceful vallens. The bullets of an Eirmed eneniy may patm harmlessly over the soldier's head but none esca.pe the ambushed enemy üeath. His darts are aimed with uni-rring eye, and crne by one the soldiere of the republie are dropping out of line. and by loving eomrades are laid to everlasting rest. And sü it will go on mitil but one is left to make his solitary march, welglied down by ycars. waitlng for the bugle cali to bivouac with the Grand Army tJiat has marched leyond the line of human visión.- Scout and Mail.