James A Maitland: Died 1933
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It was the 22d day of February, 18; the guns were firing a salute from the Battery, which was shortly afterwards returned from the broadside of a man-of-war which lay at anchor in the stream, with the stars and stripes bravely flaunting in the wind from her mizzengaff end, while a pop-gun sort of crossfire was kept up from the guns of several other vessels in the harbor. The streets were lively with the gay uniforms of the militia, the volunteer companies, and the members of the various civic societies, and the air was filled with music from the bands attached to each company that formed the brilliant procession. Out of doors all was joyousness and gaiety in the city, and within doors, too, many kept holiday in honor of the great day of national rejoicing: but to the poverty-stricken, the sick and suffering, the sounds of revelry without, afforded no delight, and those who wept oer sorrows all their own, heeded little the anniversary of Washingtons birthday.
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It was the 22d day of February, 18; the guns were firing a salute from the Battery, which was shortly afterwards returned from the broadside of a man-of-war which lay at anchor in the stream, with the stars and stripes bravely flaunting in the wind from her mizzengaff end, while a pop-gun sort of crossfire was kept up from the guns of several other vessels in the harbor. The streets were lively with the gay uniforms of the militia, the volunteer companies, and the members of the various civic societies, and the air was filled with music from the bands attached to each company that formed the brilliant procession. Out of doors all was joyousness and gaiety in the city, and within doors, too, many kept holiday in honor of the great day of national rejoicing: but to the poverty-stricken, the sick and suffering, the sounds of revelry without, afforded no delight, and those who wept oer sorrows all their own, heeded little the anniversary of Washingtons birthday.