M. A. C., oldest Agricultural College in the United States, founded in 1857.

First Home for Orphans, Coldwater.

School system antidates Massachusetts.

First in lumber in 1870.

Second in sugar beet culture.

First in salt.

Tenth in manufactures.

First in automobiles.

Population, 1810, 4,761; 1910, 2,530,016.

The only bloodless war, Toledo War.

The Soo Canal, commercial gate of the world; tonnage greater than the port of New York or Suez Canal.

1600 miles lake coast.

It is estimated that the water powers developed in the State of Michigan today are saving 2,000,000 tons of coal per year worth approxi

mately $6,000,000, and that there is still undeveloped in our streams enough power to run every manufacturing establishment in the State and heat and light every home, or an equivalent to 4,400,000 tons of coal annually worth approximately $13,200,000.

-A. C. Carton, Deputy Land Commissioner.

MICHIGAN, MY MICHIGAN

BY MRS. JANE W. BRENT.

Home of my heart, I sing of thee,
Michigan, my Michigan,

Thy lake-bound shores I long to see,
Michigan, my Michigan.

From Saginaw's tall whispering pines,
To Lake Superior's farthest mines,
Fair in the light of memory shines,
Michigan, my Michigan.

Thou gav'st thy sons without a sigh, Michigan, &c.,
And sent thy bravest forth to die, Michigan, &c.
Beneath a hostile southern sky

They bore thy banner proud and high,

Ready to fight, but never fly, Michigan, &c.

From Yorktown on to Richmond's wall, Michigan, &c.,

They bravely fight, as bravely fall, Michigan, &c.

To Williamsburg we point with pride

Our Fifth and Seventh, side by side,

There stemmed and stayed the battle's tide, Michigan, &c.

When worn with watching traitor foes, Michigan, &c.,

The welcome night brought sweet repose, Michigan, &c.,

The soldier, weary from the fight,

Sleeps soundly, nor fears the rebels' might,

For "Michigan's on guard tonight!" Michigan, &c.

Afar on Shiloh's fatal plain, Michigan, &c.,
Again behold thy heroes slain, Michigan, &c.,
Their strong arms crumble in the dust,
And their bright swords have gathered rust,
Their memory is our sacred trust, Michigan, &c.

And often in the coming years, Michigan, &c.,
Some widowed mother'll dry her tears, Michigan, &c.,
And turning with a thrill of pride,

Say to the children at her side,

"At Antietam your father died,

For Michigan, our Michigan.

*With General Grant's victorious name, Michigan, &c., Thy sons still onward march to fame, Michigan, &c. And foremost in the fight we see,

Where'er the bravest dare to be,

The sabers of thy cavalry, Michigan, &c.

Dark rolled the Rappahannock's flood, Michigan, &c.,
The tide was crimsoned with thy blood, Michigan, &c.,
Although for us the day was lost,

Still it shall be our proudest boast,

At Fredericksburg our Seventh crossed, Michigan, &c.

And when the happy time shall come, Michigan, &c.,
That brings they war-worn heroes home, Michigan, &c.,
What welcome from their own proud shore,

What honors at their feet we'll pour,

What tears for those who'll come no more, Michigan, &c.

A grateful country claims them now, Michigan, &c.,
And deathless laurel binds each brow, Michigan, &c.,
And history the tale will tell

Of how they fought and how they fell,

For that dear land they loved so well, Michigan, etc.

NOTE-The foregoing is a true copy of the original poem, as printed in the Union Vidette in 1863 during the siege of Knoxville.

*General Custer's favorite stanza.