The Penn's Grove record., 1882-06-03

wend their way homeward 70 the cot
tape of contentment; the soldiers wild
huzzah makes way for the merry voice
of childish glee; sorrow is merged int re-
ioici6g. and the winged dove of peace
has supplanted the shrill cry Of the hawk
and the vulture is no longer seen IN the
and. The drapery of life has no stain
of blood upon its phylac. cries. Its pur-
it, in pc oa
What a felicitous transition from the
habliments Of woe, TO the garments OF
returned reconciliation. Survey with
me the shaft that towers above us, and
let us look at the spot it shadows After
life's ftful fever, they sleep we'll; both
the gray end the blue. No tocsin ~startles
them now, nor do they heed the Fall in
| boys of command. They are at rest.
Antagonized in life through duty's call,
they have fallen to sleep in each oilers
arms. conscious at the last, that death
levels all distinctions, all animositie,;
and let us hope and pray that this mont
tor NAV be an incentive to the living to
forget! and to forgive! Let the living
profit by the lesson taught us by those
whose dust now unites in a sleep, and let
us cast the mantle of charity over each
and all; and whatever the errors of the
dead let our prayers ascend as incense
this day 10 the re ,ording angel, who may
blot with our tears the record. Here,
within the sound Of the rushing Helr
ware. so illustrative of that stream of
life that flows forever, let us like that
stream that bears upon her proud yet
generous bosom the good and the bad,
take to our hearts the victorious and the
yanauished. Let death teach us this, to
forgive as we hope to be forgiven. The
blue and the gray. Let the dead past bury
it's dead, and the response from all pa
triois will be Amen!
But if the dead whose mission was to
make up some arms in deieiee of rights
that they believed to be in jeopardy,
while they were in the flesh, have not
lived to enjoy the fruits of their valor,
vet, their deeds live after them. Order
has been brought cut of chaos, peace
reigns supreme. The clank of sabre
bows in i~ntonation to the click of the
hammer, and the claiter of hoof to the
rasp of the saw; we can now say in verify
that the ''spear has been turned TO the
pruning hook, and the sword to the plow-
.hare.r Let us enjoy the fruits of the
fortitude, endurance, unflinching courage
and patriotism of the heroes whose NOR.
tal;ty rests beneath the sod. Let the
emotions that cluster around as in STIR
ring appeals to our deepest sensihilities,
kindle in us sentiments of reverence for
the gallant fellows, who have fought
heir last battle, inasmuch as We are the
benefciaries oftheir pFowess and their
! devotion to country.
Love of country! What a glorious be
a~ueathment for their posterity. But, 1t
is of their labors we would speak, the re-
suit of their stIu sgles for the perpetual
ton of a free government. Where do
we stand to-day? One of the brightest
stars in the international armament of
governments. A government pledged to
truth, to liberty, to law. A government
that gives justice to all, that metes out
Its equities with impartial rulings even
4, the most abandoned wretch. 1t is a
glorious government, with a flag claim
ing obesiance TO its starry fold from each
and all the peoples between the antipodes
Rich in the possession Of fields groaning
with untold wealth of production, free
schools. and an u~ntrammelled press, an
incorruptable Judiciary, a high order OF
International credit, and a SOUND system
OF finance at home. We are indeed a
happy people, and if SO, let us not b
chary of our praises of those whose stall
v.rth arms and brave hearts bore the
heat and burthen of the day, in securing
for us all of these inestimable blessings.
II is a solemn thought, but, ina Ma
tional sens, the ,e brave men died that
this nation should live. What a heroic
sacrifice Was this, their hearts blood
for their country! Noble, self-sacri-
ficiDg. ever to be honorcd, the citizen
soldier. who gave his life for his u
try. No monument, no matter how
broad or high, eau express the sacri-
flee in sculpture or IN verse. D2re !
we raise a shaft whose base should rest
upon their smouidermg bones, ana
whose apex might pin back the Clouds
To the empyrean vault that encircles
them. we would fail to sufficiently
Lonor their memory. No chisel can
cut. no pen portray, tine virtues, the
deeds. and the results flowing there
Tren, of the citizen soldier In his strug-
gle for a national p~erpetuation against
disintegration, confusion, possibly an
archy.
Vas. to these warriors who sacrifices
we commemorate, are we indebted for
a restored country. A restoration to
the ouietitude of peace, and its sequen-
ces of iuestimable blessings. Olive
branches should grow upon their graves
that the gentle and swift winged mts 3.
sr,,g.r IF love should bear Throughout
the world, called from the bosom OF
those who conquered for peace. And
with all these suggestive thoughts
crowding the corridors OF memory,
how can we fail in these palpable tes-
timonials of our admiration and reyef-
a ce for the glorious spirits who have
nertormed his noble work. Glorious,
indeed the brave whose life's blood
has watared the tree of Constitutional
liberty, adding such generous growth
TO its branches, that The generations
hat come after MS my rrpose in COM
fort ami safety beneath their inxurian
f.liaoe. In song and verse W ! their
deeds be em5lazoned in the a py re-
suits affecting the equ!ti,s anu ecoho-
mics Of life, to a most benedci"nt de.
gree will their Iabors be shown, and
The heart in feeling tie beat OF s,mpa-
thy for their Offering pro para, Will
he s0othed as if the gentle rays from
the qilled uinarels Of Constantinople's
Mosques, reflected upon the blue bosom
of the Bosphorns, had cast golden col
orinys around i 5 beat.