Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1863-08-24
MOrtester Daily SPY
THE DAILY spy.
New ORLEANS, Aug. |, 1868.
William Mccorney, G. W. T. Grand Die'sioa
s. of r.. State of NassachUsetts -

S. of T., State of NasSdchUsetfs -
Respected Brother White reading the
Journals of the grand division, winch, together
with a mass of other interesting matter, per-
taining to the order, owe to the kindness of
Brother Hodges, | was made to realize the
fact that Il report of the division under my
charge was due from me. Not that was UNI.
aware of the fact, or unmiRdful of it, and this
duty, at once pleasing and necessary, should
have been fulfilled long since, had there been
aught of interest to report-and the connu-
nication l now make will be more of per
sonal than fraternal nature.
The recent arduouS campaign, lately
brought to SO successful conclusion, has
kept my regiment 50 constantly in motion that
it has of course been practical imp0ssibiity
to hold meetings; but still, feel assured that
the seed sown in the days gone by is now
bearing rich harvest, and that much Of the
glory which, | am proud to say, clusters
around the battle flag of the 3Sth Massschu-
sets regiment, may be traced to the stern alb
stinent principles inculcuted and strengthened
by the army division; for the true soldier of
temperance is ever the valiant warrior for his
country'S honor. Think me not h0astfu or
egotistical in thus clarifying two institutions
in which am interested, for the history of
liI4a struggle III liG department Oh lHe gun
will show no prouder record than that alluded
to above; ami you, Brother G. w. P, and all
other loyal brothers Of our ORDER have share
in this glory, as it is to your generous aid and
fraternal counsel we owe whatever we have
achieved under the banner of temperance
the strong ally of union and fraternity.
But while we rejoice that such is the case,
our rejoicing is mingled with sorrow for the
noble dead who have yielded life while adj
vancing the flag of our Union, the proud en-
blem of our republic.
Capt. Samuel Gault, a well known worthy
bruther-ome to whom was wont to look for
counsel, and upon whose arm loved to lean,
for aid and support, never denied, was our
first martyr, and the void he left in our circle
and hearts can never be filed.
lie fell at the head of his company during
the battle at Camp Bisland, April 18th, and |
can almost envy you of the order at home
who were blesl with the melancholy privilege
OF consigning to an honored grave his loved
remains. Eulogy upon Bro. Gault, to you
who knew him, is superiluOus; but |, who
loved him as il brother, and mourn him as
such, may be pardoned for recalling his many
virtues. He was a young man of sterling
worth and integrity him for all in ALL
we shall never see his like again"-and the
bercaped mourners have the satisfaction of
knowing that their grief is shared by many.
The soil of Port Hudson is also rendered sa-
cred to our hearts by the sarrificial blood of
the noble army Of martyrs who laid down
their lives. on the altar Of right as offerings.
In the several assaults on the works ut that
pioce, many goOu auu Jrue mcn IeH while
struggling with our country's foes.
Lieut.. Frederic Holmes, w. p. of Army
Division, was instantly killed by a rebel bullet
while calamity urging forward his men, dur
ing the charge of June l4th, and the bali that
found his life, also pierced the hearts OF many
others. He was young man Of great prom
ise-a faithful soldier-an efficient oficer-a
kindly asSociate-a loving triend-a true son
of tcmperancc-an honest man-wouId we
had many more Such-and while we breathe
prayer for his rest, let us remember his glJri-
Gus death, and feel that no grander monu-
ment can be reared to his memory, than the
proud record he mas left in the hearts of those
who mourn his fall Bisland and Port Hud-
son-Gault and Holmes. Rest, brave and
loyal spirits, rest! Love, Purity and Fidelity
marked your course in life, memory and en-
ulation shall be added to the glorious trio, in
death.
Beside Bros. Gaut and Holmes, many
other noble brothers of our order yielded up
their lives and are now sleeping in the soldiers
hOnored grave-bnt their memories are still
green in the hearts of their comrades, who
have engraved their virtues~On the tablets of
enduring memory that they may learn to mi-
tate them"
Rest assured, G. w. p, that when the ext.
gencies of service will admit, will sound the
rallying cry Of our brotherhood, and from the
shattered host will gather together once more
the remnant of our little band of sons.
presume that it is useless to discuss the
question Of our contest at this late period in
its history, as there is scarcely dissenting
opinion among the faithful throughout the
length and breadth of our whole land-fOr
from ever true heart must spring spontane-
Ousiy, the unyielding shout, ''Our Union must
and shall be preserved" at whatever cost of
treasure or human life, and the man who seeks
by word, or thought, or deed, to retard the
progress Of tie great struggle now so near a
glorious conclusion, is an enemy to country,
to God, and right, and deserves the traitors
doom.
70 this motto should be added that other
inspiring one
Union forever Freedom TO al
and he who limits the applications of this right
to the exclusion of any sect, party, race II
color, is himself undeServing the glorious boon
vouchsafed in its fulfilment.
repeat, it is TOO late in the day to look back
the past, and recall its prejudices, long since
left behind, worn out and discarded by the de.
mands of progress and enlightenment. No!
the future is ours, to form and make glorious
and it is only by wise use Of the golden
hours of the Giving present" that we can
make it so.
''Let the dead Past bury its dead'
and in all the cemetery of the past, there rises
no monument higher with no inscription more
legibly engraved upon its base, than that
mighty one built on the ruins of that once
great but unhallowed institution known and
accursed throughout the world as slavery
The dropping sands in the hour-g glass of Time
the ticking of the pendulum in the clock of
public opinion-the peal Of every bell that
marks the floating hours-the throat of every
true heart beating in unison with duty-aH
have sounded its requiem. Slavery is dead.
and 'the places that have known it shall know
it no more forever"
| cannot conceive how any true son of tenn.
perance can be so far unmindful of the cardi-
mai principles Of our ORDER as SO beautifully
euunciated in the charge Of the w. p, ''while
we rejoice at our own deliverance, let us re-
member that the world has claims upon US"
as to deny that clamp OF life" to the feet of a
brother man because
ale finds his fellow guilty ofaskin
Not colored like his own
and shuts him out from the privileges of fra
ternity.
Either our colored friends are free and our
brothers., or the words of that glorious Declar-
"A.