‘A FINAL SURRENDER.

O one could have sailed down Hamp-
ton Roads on the twenty-ninth day
of May, 1893, without being impressed
by the beauty of the day. The sun
shone upon water and shore. The sun
shone upon Fortress Monroe, It shot
bright rays across the massive walls, the
level parade grounds, the grassy ram-
parts. Nothing about this beautiful for-
tress suggested discord or hostilities. Its
cannon were mute, and it was as if it had
never been disturbed by war. And yet on
this twenty-ninth day of May it was the
scene of a bitter war of words.
The contestants were boys whose ages
ranged from twelve to sixteen years.