Midnight
`` Yet in a way I am sorry for myself . Not for me as I am to-day , but for the Jean of Yesterday , who thought that patriotism was remembering Bunker Hill ! `` Of course in a way it is that -- for Bunker Hill and Lexington and Valley Forge are a part of us because our grandfathers were there , and what they felt and did is a part of our feeling and doing . `` I have always thought of those old days as a sort of picture -- the embattled farmers in their shirt-sleeves and with their hair blowing , and the Midnight Ride , and the lantern in the old North Church -- and the Spirit of ' 76 . And it was the same with the Civil War ; there was always the vision of cavalry sweeping up and down slopes as they do in the movies , and of the bugles calling , and bands playing ` Marching through Georgia ' or ` Dixie ' as the case might be -- and flags flying -- is n't it glorious to think that the men in gray are singing to-day , ` The Star Spangled Banner ' with the rest of us ? `` But my thoughts never had anything to do with money , though I suppose people gave it then , as they are giving now . But you ca n't paint pictures of men and women making out checks , and children putting thrift stamps in little books , so I suppose that in future the heroes and heroines of the emptied pocket-books will go down unsung -- .