The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1866-10-19
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mounted by sculptured eagle, rises to the
height of twenty-four feet from the ground
The town hall itself, by the way, was presented
to the town by Capt. Robe; it was formerly
used as church. The escort was drawn up in
the street facing the monument. The commit
tee of arrangements with the speakers were
grouped around the monument. In their rear
were stationed the Army and Navy Union and
the Masonic Lodge. At signal from the
Chief Marshal, Capt. Chas. Penfield, late of the
U. s. navy, in full uniform, raised the flag
which still rested upon the monument to half
mast ON the staff As the monument was un-
covered the deep notes of the dirge came up
from the band, and the audience was hushed
and silent After this fitting prelude came an
affecting prayer, by the Rev. David Fuller
Chaplain OF the Harmony Lodge Of Free Ma
sons.
Judge Waterman, chairman of the Monu-
ment Committee, then delivered an introduc-
tory address, sketching the history of the me-
mortal, which originated in voluntary propo-
sition from Mr.. Robie to defray the expenses of
its erection if the town would prepare the site
and decide upon all matters of detail The
committee of which Judge Waterman is chair
man was selected by the Town, to take charge
of the whole matter. The design and execu-
ton of the monument have been fully entrust-
ed to them, and they have well discharged their
duty. Their chairman paid a noble tribute to
the virtues of the men whose death the
monument commentaries spoke briefly of the
death of Judge Pierce, late his colleague in the
committee, thanked the various organizations
present, and spoke with great feeling of the loss
sustained by the relatives present and absent
of the dead soldiers of Gorham. a3
The following beautiful ode, written by Mr..
Fl. l.. Chapman of Portland, a graduate of
Bowdoin College at the last commencement,
was then sung to the tune OF. Pleyel's LYNN
by quartette led by Mr. G. w. Gardiner of
this city:
Marble record of the brave
Lost, our MOtherland t0 save
In thy spotless beauty keep
Memories of those who Sleep
Thou canst not reveal the grief
Bound within the gathered sheaf
n Thine, 1t is, to tell the fame
Wreathing every patriot name.
ea Land, in Pilgrim story shrined!
With thy martyr names entwned
Treasure these, the brave and free,
Shrinking not 10 die tor thee.
Thou. who blessed the Plymouth shore!
a4 THOU, who all onr weakness bore!
Taken from our earthly love,
Keep them in Thine own, above.
1t had been intended to conduct the remain
ing exercises in the Congregational church,
but the throng was too vast and the perfect
beauty of the day rendered shelter siperfiuous
The exercises of the dedication were appropr-
ately continued before the monument Itself
After music by the band suitable passages
from the Scriptures were read by the Rev. e.
W. caOhooh, llto Clldpisiu VI tnt ATull Squire
Hospital at Washington. Mr.. GARDENERS choir
sung piece of selected music, and them came
Gen. Chamberlain's Grafton. Gen. Chamber
lain was looking better and stronger than two
months ago, and as he stood there quietly and
mOdestly, little murmur of applause testified
to the affectionate regard which he has won
from his fellow soldiers and fellow citizens OF
his oration we will only say, that so far as words
can do adequate honor to such an occasion, it
was all that could be desired. We shall pub
lish it tomorrow
The poem which followed was delived by the
Hon. b. z. Weston. Some passages we have
still room to quote. Sketching the scenes of
the war time ut home, Mr.. Weston did not omit
to tell how tla
The pastor leading forth his village flock
To the green meadows and the shsiowy rock
Remembering well his order g Watch and pray"
Failed not to do his part each Sabbath day, ...
EreR though some coWstrds rose and ran array
And again: 1
How every village dame and country maid
Was organized some way for soldiers aid;''
Circles, committees, sanitary fairs,
Awhile quite superseded household cares.
Coming to the list of honored names in
scribed in marble before him. he begins
Pardon, kind friends, if first along this line
Greets my own eyes that noble boy of mine;
Not OF my blood-ay, trne-but scarcely less
By me and mine beoyel-the fatherless!
Summer and winter seated at my board,
Toiling with pleasure while his mind he stored
When April opened that eventful year,
Shall go, sir! oh, how it fingers yet tr
That earnest question can ne'er forget.
No heart was weak: how could bid him go?
His heart was strong, and could not say, :" No."
A twelve-month passed. Through all that dismal
lie sent us words of patriotic cheer.
Where duty called, he marched with eager feet
Or stood-the dangers of each post to meet.
Q dismal Chickahominy! thy name is deathi
Twas there the dear boy gave his parting breath;
nl,, smit,ea Ten At Gainess H, turned just asi1e,
Said MS last words, and on the morrow dfef!
Ile local kQOwetlpa of NTr
resident OF GOrham, stands him in good stead
in his poem. He calls the roll of dead soldiers.
adding some brief note of personal recollection
10 each name, and investing his verse with n
local interest which commanded the indiyidu-
al attention of his auditors. The poem sbould
be published entire The town of Gorham will
probably see to it that some record of so inter-
esting an occasion is preserved.
The following original hymn by Mr.. Weston
was then sung, to the tune of America, the en-
tre audience being requested to join:
Cop Of the rolling year,
Thy solemn voice we hear,
While nature dies
"Ye as leaf do fade:"
Our hearts, be not dismayed,
Another Voice hath said,
"The dead shall rlsei"
Nations like men have died,
And perished in their pride:
Thank God anew
When darkness overhead
Thick gloom around us spread
His arm in mercy led
This nation through! ,
Oppression's iron hand
Was raised to smite the land
With fire and sword:
1880 MERCIFUL and JUST,
a In thee placed our trust,
And laid their hosts in DUST
Be thou adored. ..
Loud:let our pseans ring u
And every patriot sing
With joy and tears; -.f
joy that the nations life 81. ..
Was saved amid the STRIFE
While all the air was rife
With lurid fears.
Tears for the noble braves
Who rest in martyrs graves,
But are not dead!
o Ofriends who wake and weep,
God guards them where they Sleep
Our hearts their memories keep
.n Be comforted.
-s And while the years shall wane,
This marble shall remain,
TIER monument,-
. And his who nOhly gave
This record of the brave, l.l.iU ".
.-.f Their names in one to save