Worcester daily spy., 1861-11-01

Rev. JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE preached a
funeral discourse, Monday, over the remains
of Lieut.. VIM, Lowell Putnam, of the TWEEN.
tieth regiment, an estmable young officer who
tell at Edwards Ferry The following fine
and touching extract will find response in
many household bereayed and afflicted like
his own -
Do we not see, in these great sacrifices. that
| the heroism itself is already great gain! Is
it not something TO know that we do not be
! long to a degenerate race? Is it not great
| blessing to know that we, also, and our sons,
are still as capable as our fathers were OF great
! and noble sacrifices-that Massachusetts, God
| bless her! still produces heroes-that these
boys OF yours, trained, perhaps in the lap OF
luxury, can, at the call of their country, spring
to battle and die cheertuly for their land ?
Is it not something to see that they put into
simple facts and plain reality the grand words
of old poetry, and say, 81 wish,
| SIN good cause not in mine own
! To perish wept for, honored, known,
| And like warrior oyerthrown,
| Whose eyes are dim with glorious tears,
When, soiled with noble dust, he hears
| His country's war-song thrill his ears''
| Yes, we lose them, these precious children,
| but we gain them while we lose them! They
they go direct to Cod and come to us again
from Him, transigured in the light and glory
OF His Heaven. We take them with us in
our hearts wherever we go. We feel the ex
allied life which they have attained. There
come to me at this time some singularly appli
cable lines OF Schiller, in his Wallensteili-
singulary applicable, because this German
play was one which William Lowell was very
fond OF reading, and in which the character
and fate OF Max seem so parallel to his own
When Max fell in battle like that of last
Monday, when ne was attacked by overwhelm.
ing numbers and no retreat was possible
these are the words of his friend
she, the more fortunate! Yea he hath tinished1
For him there is no longer any future,
His life is bright-bright without spot it was
ana cannot cease to be- No omihous hour
Knocks at his door with tdings of misbap
Far oil is he, above desire and fear;
o tits well with him.
WELL WITH HIM p and well also with the
land which bears such sons Their spirit
deepens ours, deepens the soul of courage
throughout the land, calls out more vaor,
more devotion. When we hear of such deaths.
VIC feel how happy we also should be to die so,
we feel as Pulaski felt-I quote an anecdote
told me in my youth. Pulaski, the Polish
soldier, was gently rebuked by Washington
tor rash exposure OF his life. He replied,
General, my father died, killed in battle,
when he was 22, my grandfather died in bat
tie, lighting for his country, when he was %
General, l am %, and am ashamed TO be oiice.''
We feel almost ashamed 10 be aiive, when we
hear OF these sacrifices. Such deaths are not
In vain, for they rouse the whole soul of the
land-and the blood of the martyrs is again
the seed OF the church.
Farewell, them dear child, brave heart soul
OF sweetness and fire We shall see no more
that fair candid brow with its sunny hair, those
sincere eyes, that cheek flushed with the com
mingling roses of modesty and courage. Go,
and join the noble group of devoted souls our
heroes and saints. Go with Ellsworth, proto-
martyr OF this great cause OF freedom 20
with Winthrop, poet and soldier, our Korner
with sword and Tyre; 60 with the chiyalric
Lyon, bravest of the brave, leader of men 20
with Baker, to whose utterance the united
murmurs OF Atlantic and Pacific oceans gave
eloquent rhythm, and whose words fowered
SO early into heroic action. Go with our
noble Massachusetts boys, in whose veins runs
the best blood of the age. Go, gladly, and
sleep in peace. Those who love them, as much
as parents ever loved child, give thee ioy.
FULLY in this great hour of their coun,ry's
need. Our Massachusetts, mothers, more than
homan mothers, because Christian mothers.
oring their spotless lambs to the altar, expia.
tory victims for a nations sin We shall rise