Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1873-05-29


nentary on the ingratitude of mankind
But for the self sacrifice of those VIII,
yave their lives in defense of the Union
his nation would surely have been dis.
'upted, and to-day we should have +:
bird less country to be proud Of Ye
hese brave dead and their services are
asst losing prominence in the memory
If those who enjoy the privileges they
ecured. In this community, at least
his deplorable fact is apparent We
understand that few Of those who keer
green IN their hearts the memory of the
,rave dead, will join in an informal dec
ration service. ALI who feel an interest
n the matter are cordially invited IL
The following lines on this
uhject we take from The Chicago Int,
Ocean
When the sweet May comes smiling
Up the Southern slopes, and dropping
AT her feet the daisy stars, to twinkle
In the grass, as planets in The blue above
When lilacs white and purple seen.
The air, and tulips flame along the
Borders gay like banners of some fairy
Host. And when the orchards are
In bridal bloom, and every breath
or the young year shakes down
A slvery rain of scented leaves
Upon the lap of the dear mother
Earth, who folds away the snowy
Veil, content to know that under
The white fragrance of the laden
Bough was born the promise Of the
Perfect fruit
When all the earth is
Set to cadenccs Of sweetest harmony,
And praise goes up from every heart
In soundlees song of full THANKSGIVING
1t is but meet. in this most radiant
Time to gather from earth'S green
Bosom the flowers she paints in
Many-c0lorcd DIVES, each tint the
Sweet reflection of some vanished
JOY and in their full luxurance
Offer them, a fragrant sacrifice, and
Tender tribute TO the honOred dead,
Above their drcamless sumber, in
The low tents where summer winds
Stir not the heavy curtain, and at
Whose doors the snowy symbol of
Tread. No more the loud alarm, or
The buglc call shall rouse them to
The charge. No trumpet blast,
Or clash of cymbals loud or
Recrcant banner flying to the breeze
Shall stir again the silent pulses
OF the dead who rest from LIES
Great battle. Across the breasts
Where surging tides of passion and
Or wild ambition swept and
Quickencd the dull heart-throbs
To martial meter lie white and
Nervcless hands, shorn of their cunning
And their power. Young hands whose
Grasp upon the flashing steel
Was looscned by a mighticr one than
Fame. Young brows that went
Unlaurelcd to the grave, heroes
Uncrowned, ungarlanded and
Namclcss, to find the guerdon in
The great hereafter that waits for
Those who 90 TO meet their death for
Some great cause.
With reyercnt step we strew
The white and crimson roses to symbolic
The stripes of the dear iia~ for which
They fell and the rare blue violcts for the
Starry field of the bright banner they
Cpbore mid smoke and carnage;
White lilies in all purity for the fair
Dawn OF peace for which they gave
hcir brave young lives to martyrdOm
And death. While sweetest strains
or melody. float out upon the golden
Air OF springtirne in dirges for the
Dead. Somewhere within the quarry's
Hearts the white stone that future
Ages shall rear oovc their widely scattered
Graves, meanwhile we gem the sod
With tears, and leave our fading
Offering to wither in silent incense
Above the nations honOred dead
The people will meet at the City Ha'I
t , o clock in the afternoon, and mar, l.
o the Catholic Cemetery and then 10 the
General Cemetery, in substantially the
order
Music, instrumental and vocal.
Speakers, clergy.
Children with flowers.
Ladies and citizens.
All are invited to participate.
BELOW we give the appointments made
by the Primitive Methodist Conference
which was held at New Di.sings the
l.