Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1879-05-30

| essurauoos OF welcome. Contrary 70 ~
predictions, when the two largest armisl
aver msrshaled on the continent disbanded,
| THAR forces quietly returned 10 their ~
spoctiyo homes and rs-engssed In the civil
pursuits they had left. In their evsry
| mort they have carried with them The
eusrdon Of the united effort OF . united
people. Our country was never mort
prospsrous than she has been since the
var: never moro flooded with literature
never were schools Of learning moro popu
lar, Over agriculture and inventions In
| The useful arts and sciences, never did the
Goddess Of Minerva hold moro complete,
or moro benehosnt sway. By sub.
marine communication, Europe and
America have been brought within speak.
ing distance. "Ths Joint High Com.
| mission" 81 Geneva amicably. for all In.
terosted, forever silenced the Alabama
claims. New territory has been annexed
TO u domain,
NEW AND PROSPEROUS STATES FAVE
Appeared In the constellation. No nation
has ever celebrated . centennial birthday
under such suspicious NOM - did We.
We have Just revived from the stunning
| shock received by the announcement that
the young genius, Edison, has given 10
| tho world o photograph, > telephone and
the electric light. Year after year many
| Of YOU have carefully noted the develop
ments Of the so.called West. The looomo-
tive has mastered the American Desert.
On these "rock.ribbed Sierra" before our
vary Dyes, and Of which We form . part, .
community Of thrift and wealth sprang
into existence, asst were. by magio's hand.
Now, almost upon this very ground where
We stand, We can see the homes Of twenty
thousand. A half mile beneath our feet
| the earth IL tunneled In every direction.
In every tunnel our friends are using the
only implements yet found, the pick and
shovel, for turning the earth int gold.
"a mighty realm il working .. your feet,
To life and beauty, from the lap OF time,
| With cities vast where millions yet shall meet,
And peace shall reign In majesty sublime"
know there are croakers; I know we
are Just now agitating the question Il free
elections and free ballots In the South; /
know something Of the magnitude Of the
workipgmen's problem In politics; Ifully
appreciate the whitening. damning curse
OF Chinese labor on this coast. But In
this I can sec nothing fatal. To agitate 10
10 purify. Let u Welcome all such COM
motion Of thought; for II ever In tho con-
test for power, justice and truth DO van
pushed. then
"'Ths pillsrsd armament 10 rottsnness,
And esrth's base built on stubele."
In the darkest hour. In the bittersst
moments. upon the banks Of the Potomac,
. mile away, the muskots Of the troops.
North and South-were stacked ; 10 Armi-
stics needed; no flag Of truce necessary J
but friend and foo oftsn met, claspsd
hands over the nations tomb, and wept.
Even then, save the object fer which they
fought, their sympathy and interest were
one. Fifteen years ago that darling OBJ
ject OF 30 much contention was buried be-
yond the hope Of resurrection. During
the war, Johnson's-a romantic little
island u Lake Erie-was made famous ~
. prison.home for Confederate of1cers. A
few years ago, on . prospecting tour
around II, I happened upon the grave OF .
Confederate colonel. Upon the wooden
slab erected TO his memory I read this
Latin motto: "Animis opibusque pdrai"
Ready to give life and property.
To-day, II invaded by . foreign foe. North
and South, East and West, would adopt
In spirit and truth that motto Of South
Carolina ; and in that defense Of homo
and country mono would moro gladly say
"All for our Country" than Nevada.
SADLY. but not with upbraiding.
The generous deed was done
In the storm Of the years that Are fading.
No bnser battle was won -
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the Judgment Days
Under the blossoms. the Blue,
Under the garlands. the Gray.
No more shall the war cry sever.
Or the winding rivers be red;
They Danish our anger forever
when they laurel the graves ofour dssd;-
Under the sod and the dew.
Waiting the Judgment Day;
Love and tear, for the Biue.
Team and love. for the Gray"
Following is the poem by Professor
Hyde, read by Miss George Wright:
The Poem.
Guided by pursst love for thoeo
Who In this sacred ground rsposs.
We come. this bright and lovely day,
Natures fairest tributes to lay
Upon the grave Of some dear one,
whose life 10 spent, whose WORK % dons.
Here. where reposs our honoesd dead,
Fragrant flowers to-day We spread,
While memory brings bask once more
Soma loved ono from the silent shore.
Offerings made BY parent, friend.
In harmony most swectly blend
Tor death. ne rank nor station knows,
All In one Makers arms repose.
The soldier from the battle neld
Made Dy grim death at last TO yield
Tho pioneer. with honors blest,
Who quietly here from hardships rest
The stranger, to rs oil. unknown,
Laid here, far from his native home;
The little child whose lispins voice
Death stilled. In heaven to rejoice
For each. ffesh offerings We bring.
Fairest, sweetest, flowers Of spring.
When the ferce storms OF life are o'er,
whsn we are called unto that shore
OF blessed peace, Of holy rest.
Upon the Savior's bosom pressed,
Friends will come, Memorial Day,
Flowers upon our grave 10 lay.
And shed Q tear-a loving tear
In memory Of some friend once desr.
Thus long will live this custom grand.
In ev'ry section Of our land
No hate shall ali the human heart
And cause this custom TO depart.
The men who In aerce battle stood
To shed each o,her's precious blood,
Ask not upon memorial day
which wore the blue, which wore the gray.
No graves unworthy OF respect,
No comrades grave 10 left UNDECIDED;
The pats forgotten on this day
As on each grave we tributes lay,
And breathe prayers Of peace and love
Unto the Fathers throne above.
To-day we seek the silent tomb
And with the loved ones gone commune;
Their spirits fair arc LOOKING down,
Our purest acts Of love to crown.
We feel that waited In the cir,
Ascends on high the fvrvent prayer.
From youthful hearts here gathered round,
Whose floral gifts now strew the ground.
Oh may such tributss. freeh and sweet,
ksch coming year the vision greet;
Nay little feet 90 lightly thread
As those to-day beside the dead;
Here may the tributary tear
or soldier brave, OF pioneer.
or stranger and Of ffiend be shed.
In memor Of dear ones fed.
May oil unite upon this day,
Florals tributes sweet TO pay,
To those who've creased deaths threshold
Who are not dead but gone bsfsrs.
IN CONCLUSION.
After the literary exercises were over
the procession reformed and returned to
town, where the different organizations
were dismissed. While the dsmonstra-
Az. -. mt IN large A In Viroinia.