I leave you,--mark me, mark me, now,--
The sword of Bunker Hill.

"'Twas on that dread immortal day,
I dared the Britons' band;
A captain raised his blade on me,
I tore it from his hand;
And while the glorious battle raged,
It lightened Freedom's will;
For, boy, the God of Freedom blessed
The sword of Bunker Hill.

"Oh, keep this sword,"--his accents broke,--
A smile--and he was dead;
But his wrinkled hand still grasped the blade,
Upon the dying bed.
The son remains, the sword remains,
Its glory growing still,
And eighty millions bless the sire
And sword of Bunker Hill.

_William R. Wallace_.

The battle of Bunker Hill was fought on the 17th of June, 1775, in
Charlestown, Massachusetts. The Americans, after having twice repulsed
double their number of the English, were compelled to retreat for want
of ammunition. This was the first actual battle of the Revolutionary
War.

NOTE:--Joseph Warren, a distinguished American general and patriot,