They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps;

I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps.

His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel:

"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;

Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,

Since God is marching on."

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;

He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment-seat;

Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him! be jubilant, my feet!

Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born, across the

sea,

With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and

me;

As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men

free,

While God is marching on.

THE BATTLE AT MANILA.

THOMAS J. VIVIAN.

PART II.

It was on the third turn that the great naval duel between the two flagships took place.

When we sighted the Spanish fleet, I remarked that the enemy seemed to have no steam up, and that the 5 fleet seemed to lie behind a breakwater. As we came closer to them, however, we saw more clearly the scheme of their order. Put out your right hand with the thumb extended; call the thumb the Cavité spit, and the space between the thumb and the forefinger 10 Cavité Bay. Manila lies about where the nail of the forefinger is. The town of Cavité lies in the pocket of the thumb and forefinger, and the thumb's nail stands for the main Cavité batteries, four in number. Put a pencil halfway across from the thumb's nail to the first 15 joint of the forefinger, and it will stand for the Cavité arsenal with its boom extension. Behind this boom lay the gunboats of the Spanish fleet, while in front of it, facing Manila Bay, were the Spanish cruisers.

They lay anchored while we made our first and 20 second parallels of attack, but by the time we were sweeping up on the third course the smoke poured out of the "Reina Cristina's" smokestacks; there was a fleece of white gathered about the steam pipe, and

the flagship moved out to the attack. She gallantly stood for the "Olympia," and it looked as though it were her intention to ram us. The Commodore passed the word to concentrate all possible fire on the "Reina Cris5 tina," and she actually shivered under the battering of our storm of shot and shell. Rents appeared near her water-line where the eight-inch shells had torn their way. One shot struck the port bridge on which Admiral Montojo stood, upon which, like the brave man 10 he was, the Admiral coolly stepped to the other end.

But no bravery could stand the driving, crushing, rending of the tons of steel which we poured into the "Cristina,” and there was quite a little cheer from our forward men as the Spanish flagship slowly turned and 15 made for the shore.

In the whole duel between the "Cristina" and the "Olympia" sixty of the Spanish crew were killed, including the chaplain and the first lieutenant. It was small wonder she retreated. It was during the fright20 ful hubbub of the duel between the Admiral and the Commodore that two gunboats crept out from behind the Cavité pier and started in to do desperate deeds. One stole out along the shore, then turned and made for the supply ships, while the other headed for 25 the "Olympia."

The "Petrel" was sent after the first, and after a sharp bark or two from her four-pounders, the Spaniard evidently gave up the job and made for the shore. The "Petrel" made after her, and while the Spanish crew

clambered over their boat's sides and on to the beach and up into the underbrush, the "Petrel" turned her rapid-fire guns on their craft and literally blew her to pieces.

The other torpedo boat, which was bound to destroy 5 our flagship, made a better fight. Our secondary battery was concentrated on her, but still she kept on until within five hundred yards, and matters were beginning to look serious for us. Then the machine guns in the tops began to treat her to a hailstorm, 10 and this proved too much for this representative of Spanish naval daring. She turned, and as she did so a shell struck her just inside the stern railing, exploded, and the gunboat dipped suddenly in the middle; her stern and bow rose as suddenly in the air, and she 15 disappeared.

After passing five times in front of the enemy, the men having been at their blazing work for two uninterrupted hours, the Commodore concluded that it would be well to call a halt.

"What time is it, Reese?" asked the Commodore. "Seven forty-five, sir."

“Breakfast time," said the Commodore with an odd smile; "run up the signals for 'cease firing' and follow me.'

With that the "Olympia's" bows were set for a run to the eastern side of the bay where the storeships lay. As we swung out, the Spaniards gave a cheer. They possibly imagined as they saw our line forming to with

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