Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1881-05-31

cause OF humanity abroad. We have
granted amnesty TO the living; we certainly
VIII not refuse it to the dead;
For the Blue and the Gray are friends To- day
In a happier land than ours"
Those armies were no hirelings sent into
the ranks to stop bullets for gold. They
were not made Of the material on which
crowned heads and despotic rulers rely.
The men who shivered in the sleet and rain
at Donaldson, washed the SCOT and smoke
OF powder, and bathed their wounds in
the waters Of the Cumberland; the men
who, above the clouds, bathed the fevered
brow Of Lookout Mountain from the pur-
pie fountain Of war; those men from the
workshops, stores and farms Of the North,
whose heads and limbs were washed away
by the streams of kissing shot and shell
while attempting to quench the concen-
trated fire of $50 guns on Cemetery flights;
those men who composed the odd Guard
OF the South" and melted like wax under
that storm of shot and shell beating leaden
hail into the ranks of IS, 900 at Gsttys-
burg, were not there for Sc per month,
shoddy blouses and moldy crackers. No I!
EACH A WAS A KING; A RULER;
Absolute in his own right; an American,
moistening his native soil with his W
blood in defense OF what he believed to be
right in order that we might live. Such
men make possible these reunions OF the
friend and foe; these social feasts Of equal
ity; these days when opposing heroes in
many deadly struggle for supremacy can
dwell together in unity, for
They who were bravest when duty was calling
Are first after peace to be brothers again."
The sabers are sheathed again, the guns
are silenced, the sentry no longer walks
his lonely beat; the ambulances have made
their dreary rounds; tattoo has sounded
and the dead are hidden from sight in the
bosom Of the earth. To-day the Nation
steps aside to bend over the graves Of its
patriotic dead, and look again at the mag
nificent sacrifice they at the call Of duty
as each understood it-abandoned all hope
of life and cast all into that steady, deadly
struggle. Though we have builded them
no monuments, yet in our hearts they are
living and u~nforgotten. Whether they rest
in their native heath, under the shade of
the orange and palm, inhabit the cities Of
the dead in the North, or slumber in the
cherries crags and peaks in the West, let
us join in
SCATTERING THE Tokens OF LOVE,
Purity and peace alike over the Blue and
the Gray, for
Those in the robing of glory,
Those in the gloom Of defeat;
All with the battle blood CORY
In the dusk Of eternity meet"
In all ages there are opposing and con-
tending forces. The present is the child
and heir Of the past, and inevitably linked
to the years as the guardian and parent Of
the future. In the lives of all men, as we'll
az all uatiopa prooracaiop io tbo rnIa and
retrogression the exception. By the rays
Of former centuries we are enabled to see
that, on the banks Of the stream of time,
not a monument has been raised to a hero,
not q nation which has been tested by and
risen superior to internal connections, or
successfully resisted external attempts to
subjugate and Cypress, but relates anew
the story and reviviies the hope Of pro-
gression and improvement. These gigan-
tic upheavals, discordant and contending
opinions, are but the outcroppings of the
great mother lode which can be traced
through the ages, and from which may be
gathered countless rich and valuable speci-
mems.
GO DOWN THROUGH THE CENTURIES;
Look at the patriots in secret conelave ON
the shores of the Lucerne, whispering
death knells to Austrian bondage; watch
the unerring arrow OF Tell piercing the
heart OF a despot, giving freedom to the
shepherds of the Alps; listen to the Switz-
ers' clarion voice as he stood before an
Austrian phalanx and successfully cried
out, MAKE way for liberty !" To-day,
listen to the music OF her lassies and the
pipes Of her peasantry, mingling their re-
Trains among the hills Of her free noun
tain home | Stand upon the crest of CEN
turtles and look down upon the rudely con-
structed governments of Greece and Rome.
You will find that when the springs Of
prosperity and political life which were
| wound up in the republic had ceased to act,
then it was their proud temples crumbled
before advancing chaos, their national
character declined, and an empire was I'M
able to preserve what a republic had &C.
| quired. It's true course has often been OBJ
scured by the debris Of ignorance, super
| stition and oppression; yet all along
through the histories Of all peoples you
find distinct tracings. In America the
notice OF location, as well as the history Of
its title, has been written and recorded by
the point OF the sword, dipped in the
Loo OF NATIONS,
As we'll as Of friends and kindred at home;
but the silent graves are monuments
marking its boundaries so well that should
hostile armies attempt to enter its end
lines over the gulf at the south or the
lakes q the north, trespass upon its side
lines by the Atlantic or Pacific, they would
see our people SO tremendously interviewer
that as our gathered bands rang in their
ears the Ginning notes Of "Hail Column
bia" they would feel the presence Of a
mighty principle and hear the infinite
future sounding their funeral dirge. From
beside the singing streams Of the East,
from our fields Of silver in the West, from
the factories Of the North and from the
land Of the magnolia and the palm would
spring up such a crop Of glittering steel as
the world has never witnessed to protect
the &c red, white and blue" floating upon
liberty's eternal arch. The time for writ
ing the history Of the civil war has not
come. It's McCaulays and Humes are yet
in the womb OF time. But as the years
increase and the impartial historian re-
counts the truths of the past among them
all, in the gallery Of lame will be hung
the portrait Of the American soldier be-
side the Spartan three hundred at Their
mopol@. Their valor, t~enacity of pur-
pose, firm and answering fidelity TO
principle WILDE celebrated in song, will
inspire the youthful ardor of coming gen
e~rations with a loftier sentiment and their
deeds will thrill the soul Of ages.
TO-DAY OUR LIBERTY POLES
Stand frmer; our "Star-Spangled Ban
ner fills the air with sweeter strains; that
flag floats safer and steadier over every
American Legation in foreign lands, be-
cause Of that civil war, because Of those
g silent tents that are spread on flames
eternal camping ground" The nation has
tested its muscle. A record Of its lighting
weight is hung in the palace of every
ruler Of the world. 1t has taught one of
the bravest nations Of the earth-one
whose favorable record runs down through
the years-that when our demands are
.just, peaceful arbitrament is better than
to unsheath the sword. True. we are