Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-05-31

, only has our own land been regenerateu, uls
enthralled, purified and snnobled, but all land
have been christened from the fountain OF TN
precious blood, to O new birth OF freedom
Mankind has been advanced centnrle
blythe issue of ourlconfict. In every Euro
pean nation the social or political centers Q
| gravity have been readjusted, and those wnici
resist the process are this moment shaking il
the throes of righteous, though, at times
misguided revolt.
Everywhere manhood is coming forward
The conspiring leaders are often men OF con
tracted or distorted intellects, filled In con
fused medley with the mystic legends OF the
ancient republics the red souvenirs OF medieval
chivalry, and the vague ardor of unattalneG
enthusiams. Their glowing imaginationf
thrill with the melodies of an exaggerated
past and glimmer, with r roseate
dreams OF an improbable nl iuture'
poned. Then, sometimes, a Garbetta comes, or
a Parnell, or CASTELAR,, who combines the
statesman with the agitator, who tempers en-
thusiasm withSmoderation, and opens to his
| followers hopeful vistas of individual advance
ment and national independence.
But the people, with leaders or without
them, are marching on. France is republic.
| Italy is nation. Hungary is a satisfied CON-
ponent of progressing state. Germany is a
| consolidated empire, trembling on the brink
| of a liberalzed destiny. Russia is seething
| cauldron of murderous conspiracy, provoked
| by baleful repression. Ireland renews an un-
equal struggle to enforce her just demands
under auspices which gladden. the sympathetic
heart of humanity. The world is sweeping
onward with the impulse it received
lapsed at Apomattox, and it will not
cease to move until it is encircled and en-
wrapped with shining halo of freedom.
Royal bludgeons and imperial columbiads will
not silence the tuneful pleadings of liberty.
For every victim smitten down, thousand
heroes, springing from the bloody dust, Will
avenge his fall, and carry on his evangel.
While thus the martyrdom of our departed
comrades has reared mountain from which
all the worlds drift-boulders of progress have
since been quarried, that mountain has been to
ourselves the veritable shadow of great rock
in a weary land. Added to the visible, materi-
al results of illustrious achievement, this holo-
caust has given to our chronology golden
age of heroism and devotion, which will stand
forever a rebuke to the unspeakable pettiness
of mercenary greed, and the contemplation of
which will, we hope, arrest the periodic ten
denotes toward dry-rot of civilization, which
must soon follow the installation of grasp
ing plutocracy, and the encouragement of sor-
did money grubbing.
Our comrades have not died in vain, but the
conflict with the forces of evil is not ended.
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lent tents are spread," and we who stood with
them in the asphodel meadows of
youth and shared their solemn conservation
find in its renewal one of the
high privileges of this commemorative occa-
sion. Let us listen to the viewless voices that
summon us now to that imposing duty.
We have heard that at the grand crisis of
one of history's great battles, the riderless
war steeds, roaming over the plain, assembled
once more at the familiar bugle-call, mar
shalled themselves in solid phalanx breastward
to the foe. charged down upon him with
thunderous and resistless tread, and drove him
broken, bleeding, beaten from the field.
Standing to-day the inheritors of lifelong
contest for the preservation of liberty and
nationality bedueathed by the martyrs Of our
generation, we may look upon our glori-
fed comrades ranged in long bat
talions on the celestial heights.
and know that with dimless ardor they fer
wildly cheer us on. They hear our bugle sound
the charge. They see our proudly floating
flag. And 1t is no unmeaning raphsody which
inspires us with the assurance that their spirit
will nerve our arms and our hearts, when we
struggle to perpetuate the blessings for which
they freely gave their priceless earthly lives.
Rest on, enbalmed and sainted dead
Dear as the blood ye gave,
No impous footsteps here shall tread
Inc nerDagc OF your grave.
The marble minstrel's voiceless stone
In deathless song shall tell,
When many vanished year has flown,
The story how ye fell.
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winters blight,
Nor times remorseess doom,
Can dim one ray of holy light
That gilds your glorious tomb.
nd tbov bo for ther ooupfry
Shall fill an honor'd grave;
For glory lights the soldiers tomb,
And beauty weeps the brave.
The song, "America,n was rendered in
thrilling manner, by a select quartette, who
were joined by all present. The quartette
consisted of Messrs. r. Z. Munger, w. 81.
Buckelew, w. D. Hawkins and Fred. Hanson.
Mr. Frank Wood of1ciated as organist.
Prayer followed by Rev. DR.. Dana, who
made very eloquent and pathetic appeal to
the throne of Grace. After voluntary by the
band, the Hon. Gordon E. Cole, the orator of
the occasion, delivered his address. The ad-
dress was brilliant in figuratlve speech and
eloquent in classic allusion. The able speaker
reviewed eloquently the combats of the world
and paid glowing tribute to the heroes
whose blood had Redeemed the fields of battle
in defense of liberty. The address was
masteIly effort, and was delivered In manner
WOTIuy Vi Tic OCCdslOu
The most notable feature of the address was
that portion which paid beautiful tribute
to the memory of the gallant fellows who had
reflected credit upon theic State and glory upon
themselves in giving up their live for their
country--the heroes who did honor to the
State of Minnesota.
The quartette then sang decoration song,
the first stanza being as follows:
Care for them tenderly, hallow each grave,
They were our country's pride, dauntless and
brave;
Bend DER them silently, weep o'er their clay,
Sleeping so peacefully round us to-day.
The formal exercises then closed with the
benediction by Rev. DR.. Wechsler.
After this a most beautiful and impressive
ceremony took place, being the decoration of
the cross in memory of soldiers buried in
other places. The floral tributes were many
and beautiful.
The general custom of decorating the graves
followed, which was generally observed by all
present. The committee on decoration, headed
by Capt. McCardy, visited the graves of the
soldiers in a body, the soldiers salute being
given on bended knee as a flower or wreath
was placed on each grave.
The veterans returned about $50 o'clock,
marching down Wabashaw street to the strains
of martial music, and dispensing at the court
house square.
At Calrary Cemetery.
When the procession reached Rice street, the
two caofiopo for