Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-05-30


ter going some distance the singular motions Of
and upon looking out he saw the same little black
fellow running as steadily as at the start "Whats
es 1ne
any," The little fellow had not as yet bestowed
even glance towards the carriage, in his second
pressed on his face he murmured, "Ten cen centsa"
''No" "Quarter?" ono; my goodness, no." The
reporter not wishing to see such industry go unre
the driver and dropped them out, just as the inde
iiatigable urchin slowed up in despair. By this
time
THE ENTRANCE TO THE GROUNDS
was close at hand. On either side of the road
were rude booths, which had been erected during
the night These establishments of mushroom
growth were presided over by ''old uncles" and
''auntles," who are ever ready on such occasions
to dispense lemonade to the thirsty or pigs feet
and Washington pie to the hungry.
BEAUTIFUL SYLVAN SCENE
The grounds always look Beautiful but they
never appeared to better advantage than they did
to-day. Passing under the branches of the
spreading trees, the velvety lawns and green-clad
hillocks. presented a charming picture. The early
comers scattered about the grounds, some wan
dering on into the surrounding groves. others
resting under the grateful shade afforded by the
patriarchal oaks.
THE AMPHITHEATER
never was more artistically decorated. The brick
pillars supporting the framework were covered
with ivy, wisterIa and other vines. From these
pillars were draped nags and evergreens, while
between them were suspended the different corps
badges The platform was draped with large
flags and almost covered with green. in strong
contrast with the white marble speakers desk.
The large canvas roof rose and fell with the
breeze. and the fantastic figures OF light and
oscOpic effect
THE TOMB OF THE "UNKNowN DEAD"
was draped with flags, shields, evergreen wreaths
and flowers. Every soldiers grave had minia-
ture flag at the head. large quantity OF flowers
were on hand for the final exercises. AS the hour
drew near for the beginning of the ceremonies the
crowds along the roads increased until there was
Hing into the grounds A large number avaled
themselves of the chairs ranged in the amphi-
theater, but hundreds strolled around on the out
side.
The Exercises.
national salute was fired at noon by detach-
ment OF the signal corps, under command OF
Lieut. Ward. The procession, consisting OF the
committee, the invited guests, members Of the
g. A. R., ex-soldlers and sailors and the orphan
children, was then formed and marched, to the
music Of the Marine band, through the cemetery
decorating the graves. At the tombsof the Gun
KNOWN the band played a dirge. When this
ceremony was over the procession returned to the
amphitheater, where the formal exercises were
The exercises commenced with "Nearer My God
10 Ihee" by the Marine band. The assembly was
then called to order by Department Commander s.
Se a9a ten the ana "a
Jesus" Rev. Vim. A. Bartlett, D. D.. delivered
touching invocation. The octette, consisting OF
Joseph JOuy, w. E. Abbott, F. H. Barbarin, Chas.
W. Hancock and R. NJ. Mckee, rendered the "Sol-
diers Rest" in excellent STYLE
The poet of the day, Mr.. JAMS :, Stewart, OF
the surgeon generals office, was then introduced
ana read the following poem: :
The Unknown Dead at Arlington.
Fair are the views from Arlington,
Where'er the varied landscapes ue-
Where broad Potomac, flowing on,
RellectS the azure archtng sky;
Or where the glorious rising sun
pearly mantle throws
Ger vallies in repose,
And gems the green of dewy downs,
And paints the hills with golden crowns:
or where yon st ,tely city stands,
The queen or all these peaceful lands,
Arrayed from matchless art designs,
AND lovely IN her graceful lines.
But not on this Memorial Day,
Pause we to gaze on scenes so fair;
We come our annual gifts to lay
NJ Where Freedom meetly offers prayer,
TO ask for all beneath this SOD,
The grace and peace Of Freedoms God.
Home Of the dead! With awe we gaze
Upon these miles on miles OF graves,
Where sleep the loyal braves,
Comrades OF other days.
Hail and farewell! ye men whose names
are graved on y0nder gliStenfng stones;
TO other tongues leave your claims.
Your loyal deeds, your mouldering bones
Come. ye who fain acknowledge worth
Souls that redeem and honor Earth
Who patriot blood and virtue trace,
Nor question station, name, nor race
Come, generous youth. come, grateful age,
And read blank historic page:
Draw near ana DOW the reVeIent head.
Where rest our nations unknown Dead!"
Lost heroes! who no tales can tell,
Save that they did their duty we'll,
Amid the crash of arms
And battles fierce alarms,
And on the fields OF honor fell.
These The men. like US, had manly powers,
HAD hopes as dear and loves like ours,
Had ways OF life to choose,
Had precious lives to lose;
But when the tide of war arose.
And deeds revealed the nations foes,
When the dark leader, false as vain,
Reviled our sacred laws;
When he. once lord OF this domain,
Rebelled without cause;
When the frail man who plead aright
With all StateSman'S power,
Broke % ETA faith h., with tn. God and joined the fight
These men, Of strong and dauntless win,
Lett peaceful vale and sunny hill,
Lett homes and all they loved behind
The dearer joys of Humankind
rrompt at the nations high demand,
TO disenthran and save the land!
Say We that heavy blows were struck.
And D!OWS as gallant back were given3
That half our victories were but luck,
And half the just decree OF Heaven?
Boast ye that battle proved her strength.
Maintained our nations honor white,
TIL from afhctiOn she at length
Emerged, with every star Alright?
What's that to these men slulnberdnp here
UnWept by tender mOurner'S tear7
What TO these stalwart forms laid low
The prosperous days that now we know
The nations vast increase7 .
They knew, as we, the rage the Strife
The struggle for our CJniOrss lifa
But not the Joy OF peacei
Say ye the battle days are mast.
And brothers should forRetf
tell you: Memories ave shall last
TIL stO0pS the stubborn pride
To mourn that these men dfefii-
All are not brethren yet
The sulphurous blast, the cannUn,s roar
And Shrek OF shell they hear NO more
they calmly Sleep in silence rest,
Secure on gentle natures breast
No names appear on sculptured stone
Upon the pageof history none
Where love can gaze with yearning eyes
And murmur: Here brother Hest
A SONIA fatheri-and can bring
As we, the floral Offering,
And place 1t, moist with recent tears
Above the hopes OF byg0ne yeafsl