Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1880-06-01
MEMOIR AL DAY.
How it was Observed in Carson
on Sunday.
The Entire City Turn Gu, to Grace The Graves
With GarIandS.
Orator, Warrior, Priest and Poet Pay
Their Tribute to The Dead.
Five Hundred Children Assist in the
Decorations.
Scenes and Ceremonies at the Cemetery.

Memorial Day was celebrated in Carson with
more than usual regard for its observances, Oh
Sunday last. From sunrise to sunset the
sky was cloudess, the air balmy and the sun
shine at no time oppressive. The blending OF
the memories and customs of the anniversary
with the sacred associations Of the Christian
Sabbath was in all respects fitting snd appro-
pirate. The observances of the day begun at
THE EPISCOPAL CHURCH.
The sdi6cs had been tastefuly decorated
for the occasion. Above the altar two Ameri-
can Gags were crossed and twined with Grape
and over the chancel were tive navy pennants
festosnsd and craped which reached out over
the windows into the body of the church.
The font and lection were decorated with
flowers. A space in front was reserved for
the members of the Grand Army Of tho Re-
public and the Mexican Veterans A. IL o'clock
the two bodies marched up the aisIes bearing
their colors draped in mourning, the organ
meanwhile playing dead march. The usual
service Was performed, the congregation
singing the national hynn, "My Country
IT'S of Thee" which was rendered with 6ue
effect.
THE MEMORIAL SERMON
Was preached by the Reverend George R.
Davis, Chaplain of the Day, as follows:
The anniversary which we to-day COM
memorate is one of the grandest and saddest
that the nation has any claim to. The event
has double significance: 1t shows the man
illness A
pIet, the strength and pernlanence of the
American Republic. As people, we can
never cease to love this day of sorrowful re-
nlembrance for the dead, The very bitter
ness of the recollections which darkened our
history, com bned with the spectres of death
and sorrow which rise from the midst of the
melancholy past, will ever eudear it to us;
and every year that takes us another step
from the actual realities of war, will make
our ceremonials the sweeter aud better be-
loved. AS the mother presses to her bosom
the child that has caused her the greatest
bodily sutferings and the deepest mental an
guish, will this day ever be revered for
being the offspring of a nations atfiiction.
will not review the history of the struggle.
Let your eloquent comrade, who, having
borne the hardships and privationS Of War,
has better earned than l the right to pro-
nounce the eulogies of peace. To-day we will
lind but little to remind us of a struggle |
where the blood of friends aud kindred |
mingled upon the same ground. The tramp |
leu Ho!uS OF gram, the rent ana shattered |
trees, the devasted cities and the diSinantled |
houses only confront us because they cannot |
be forgotten. Let every year be another clod |
cast by the hand Of Time upon the resting |
place of the these legacies of the past, and |
over that tomb let the gallant survivors of the |
scenes of carnage clasp hands to-day in mu-
tual forgiveness. The scowl of war has passed |
away and the sweet smile of peace shines upon
the face OF natures; the sickle OF The husband
man flashes i'll the golden harvest where once
ran he
tares and wheat of humanity into the yawn-
ing graneries OF the grave. The everglades
of the South, once swept SO tiercely by the
storms OF war and blasted by the lightnings
If battle, have resumed 'ir tranquility,
their greenness and their wiling shades,
while the scent of the magnolia enriches the
air again. The cities reduced to heaps OF
crumbling masonery, have reared a better
architecture and the streets resOund with
sounds OF commercial prosperity. The leveled
house is reared again, and It's halls echo with
the music Of childrens laughter, whose walls
once gave back the sobs Of those who walled
for the dead. The smoke floats from the
the trees blossom beneat b the cares
Sos of Spring, the vines Chamber over the
trellis work. These are the peaceful pictures
Of the present, The merciful curtain which
hangs between us and The tragic past. The
wounds of the war are all healed, but every
soldiers grave is scar upon the body OF our
country, deep and ineffacable. We shall
look upon some of those Gears TO- day to hide
them from our eyes with flowers and wet !
them with the tears which swell from the {
heart of grief. If these is no grave of a Con-
federate soldier in our little cemetery to-day,
/ would that such e were there, that the
tokens Of our forgiveness might bury it
deeper than all tho rest. Let us remember
with equal respect every soldier who now :
rests from his labOrs; whether upon his l
cOOrs rested the bars OF human bondage, or
the stripes of human sufferings; whether, as ,
he fought, his mind went back to loved ones |
gathered under the Southern palmetto, ar
anxious watchers who waited beneath the
NortOern pine. The hearts that mourn for
sither dead went through the same sea OF
human tribuat!on, felt the same savage 4
waves of grief beating upon the shores of 9
love. At this time that sea, once 80 tempest q
nous and dreadful, becomes a vast ocean of
human sympathy, over whose boundiess ex
panse let the winds Of love and patriotism (
bear their freight of reconciliation and for ?
yiven ass and in its depths let the fiery torch t
II war sink to itseverlastiDg extiDguishment; l
md in future generations may the Lord bless a
10 and keep US, make His face TO shine upon I
10 and give us that Peace which passes all
The children of the Orphans Home closed :
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