during our second struggle with England, and during the Civil War. Nor did all leave when the order to strike tents came.
"Under the sun and the dew,
Waiting the Judgment Day,"
the tenants of some low grassy mounds here sleep in nameless peace.
If Annapolis is the heart of Maryland—its cor cordium lies in the State House standing in the great green circle which overlooks the city, the river and the bay. Like the Church, it is now nearing its third outward and visible form, fire having destroyed the two earlier structures. The corner-stone of the present edifice was laid in 1772, and it was designed in the best spirit of the style we call colonial. Ample spaces of English patterned brick divide its rather small windows, a simple pillared portico guards its doorway, and it is covered by a curious but very agreeable dome. Under its roof the various executive, legal and legislative branches of the State government find lodging. Its rotunda is decorated with the most elaborate stucco work, and throughout the old pile are many, many memorials of days gone by: none
