The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1881-06-04

nameless graves In unknown heids, and you are
to see to 1t that the day may never come, on
which NJ flush of gladness shall mount your
chtldrens cheeks when, on the recurrence Of
this day, their heroic deeds are recounted.
And last, but not least, your countrymen will
look with confidence to you by virtue OF your
well-tred patriotism and established valor as
the especial guardians Of that flag against all
blot, all taunt or sneer OF assault; against all
foes, whether domestic or foreign. And you
and | may see the day when 1t shall be the fear
and awe of the most powerful nations of earth.
Ny benediction to every man who served IN
the Grand Union Army, no matter whether on
land or sea, on foot or on horseback, with mus
ket or saber. with ~apaulets or chevrons. is. to
the liying-All Hail to the dead-Farewell I
Miss Lille O'Donnell then fecited
the following, in a fervent and pleas
ing manner, which not only elected
rounds of applause, but much favor
able comment on the young lady's
Evolutionary ability and self.compos-
ure before an audience
You Put No Flowers ON MY Papa's
Grave.
With sable-drsped banners. and slow measured.
tread,
The fower-isden ranks pass the gates Of the
dead,
And seeking each mound where . comrades
Leave tear-bsdewed garlsnds to bloom on his
breast,
Ended at last Is the labor Of love,
Once more through thesateway the saddened
lines move
A waiting OF anguish, Q sobbing of grief,
Falls low on tue ear Of the battle-scarred chief;
Close crouched by the portals, . sunny-hsired
child.
Besoughs' him In &C 'ents With grief rendered
wild
"oh. sir. he was good. and they said he died
brave
whyl whyi did you pass by my dear pspa's
grave7
1 know he was poor. but IS kind and true
As ever marched into the battle with YOU
His grave 10 SO humble, no stone MARKS the spot,
You may not have seen it,. Oh. say you did not
For my poor heart would break II you knew he
was there
And thought him too iowly your offerings to
share.
he didn't die lowly he poured his hearts blood,
In rich crimson streams. from the top-crowning
sod
OF the breastworks which stood in front OF the
fight
Aud died shouting. 'onwsrdi for God and the
Ger all his dead comrades your bright garlands
wave,
But you haven't put one on my papa's grave.
II mamma wee here--but she lies by his side,
Her wearied heart broke when our dear papa
died"
"Bataiionl ale ieftl countermarch!" cried the
chief,
This young orphaned maid has full cause for
he: grief"
Then up In his arms from the hot dusty street,
He lifted the maiden, while IN through the gate
The long line re passes. aud many an eye
Pays fresh tribute OF tears to the lone orphans
sigh.
This way. it is-here. sir--right under this
tree:
They lie close together. with just room for me-"
HALT Cover with roses each lowly green
mound
A love pure as his makes these graves hallowed
ground"
Oh! thank you. kind sir I ne'r can repay
The kindness you've show little Daily to-day; :
hut I'll pray for you here. each day while l live.
iriR all q poor soldiers orphan can give.
l shall see papa soon, aud dear mamma too
l dreamed 30 last night. and | know twill com
truei
And they will both bless you. / know. when
How you folded your arms round their dear ons
How you cheered her sad heart and soOthed II
to rest,
And hushsd its wild throbs on your strong. no
And when the kind angels shall call you &c
Well welcome you there to our beautiful home
Where death never comes, his black banners &c
wave,
And the beautiful flowers meier weep Ger 4
grave"
The Star-Spangled Banner by the
choir and audience was next rendered.
Mrs. L. o. Benedict. the Poetes OF
the Day, being introduced to tie q l.
dience, read in a clear and well. mod
ulated voice, Will Carlton beautiful
poem, "Cover Them Over" which is