Press and daily Dakotaian. (Yankton, Dakota Territory [S.D.]) 1880-1889, 1883-05-30

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them to keep them white and clean. Th,
good Lord deliver us frsm a womanisi
man with hair parted in the middle. o.
done up with curling tongs, with erea
effort to look as much as possible like {
woman.
A short anecdote in yesterdays Dako
ia Herald, ought to be committed te
memory by this class of men. "Wha,
would you do if you were 1 and I were
yoa,' tenderly enquired swell of his
lady-love as he escorted her home from
Said she, "If were you, would
throw away that vile cigarette, cut my
cane into cordwood, wear my watch chain
inside my coat and go home and pray fol
more BRAIN" ~
Society would be speedily reformed
the church strengthened and built up In
the gospel, vile habits eradicated, many
Q wayward young man brought to his
senses, II he had any, and the principles
OF Temperance advanced, if all the younp
women would be as plainly spoken as
the one named. It is by no means too
insignificant matter to be made sub.
lect OF our special prayer.
IL. We are assembled also to homo,
the self-sacrifce of our honored dead.
Oh, what time it was when fathers
and mothers, sister and children gave mn
their sons, husbands and fathers. never
expecting to see them again, and never
did see them until they came back mn.
tllated, scared .or cold in the cold em.
brace of death. : =
On! what four years of blood, suffering,
sickness. death and grave dieeippi See
the pale and trembling wife, wsiline fol
the latest news from the battle! How
she searches the morning and evening
papers for intelligence from the bows at
the front! For days the battle RACES.
36.OOO men lie dead and diving on the
bloody field.
The world with concentrated gaze II
watching the results of that battle and
waiting for the latest bulletin. At Last
the paper reaches the post Office, and
the list OF killed and wounded came
nearly filling the sheet. Glancinp hur.
rledly over those columns, she at last
sees the name of her husband killed in
the last great charge of the battle.
The strain OF anxiety was too much
for her and two weeks after the battle.
her brain gave way, and ever and anon
she walks the: floor of the hospital and
looking out at the window
as though expecting some one to come
along that path and up those steps as
she sollloquizes to herself: sDead, dead.
Killed IN the last great charge of the bat.
tle." The picture which we have drawn
Is not fancy sketch, but simply repre-.
sentative one, alas, too common in our
fair land.
such brave and self-sacrifcing men
and women, men who gave their lives
for their common country, and women
who suffered no less equally at home,
vlctors not only on the battle field but
at the hearthstone, not only in the camp
and hospital but on picket duty, suffer.
ing from hunger, disease, pain, loneli.
ness, homesickness, heartache and death.
Are these not worthy of our grateful
homage, and tears and decorations OF
sweet-smelling flowers? Twelve brave
men lie In yonder cemetery, some whose
shoulders glistened with the star, Others,
who as worthily carried the heavy mus.
ket, couple of dozen rounds Of
cartridges. knap-sack, haver-sack and
canteen, whose names, We trust, are en-.
tered on the rolls of the grand army
above. On Wednesday next bring the
fragrant blossoms and lay them tenderly
on those hallowed graves. Bring the
incarnation which symbolizes our love
for the departed, and born out of death.
1t ls tit for the graves whence has arisen
our national life and glory. The beauty
and glory of the plant viii fitly rest on
the graves of those who are the beauty
and glory Of the republic. Bring the
ross-seented geranium which symbol.
Nes among flowers, preference, so let us
fallen comrades. Bring the lily o.
tne valley as each L successive
year We recall the unconscious sweetness
OF the memory of the departed. Bring
tears also which are gifts from the heart
Let US all bring hearty reverence 70,
that heroic courage which they
tried mems souls.
Many OF our hearts tonight 20 out il
silent thought to many battle field
many national cemetery where oul
loved ones are buried.
Look at Arlington Heights National
cemetery near Washington. Two hun
dred acres of solid graves. It is cit,
OF the slain. Besides the long avenues
OF graves where repose 10000 men, wht
died that the union might live, there is {
granite sarcophagus, surmounted by can
mons balls, bearing the following inscrip
ton Beneath this stone repose the bone,
OF 2ll unknown soldiers gathered afte
the war from the fields of Bull Run ant
the route to Rappahannock, but theil
remains could not be identified, but thei
names and death are recorded in til,
archives OF the country, and its grateful
citizens. Honor them as of the nobl,
army of martyrs.
May they rest in peace. Sept. A. D
1866. In all of our national cemeterie
at Gettysburg, at Nashville, q
Arlington Heights, you will find one in
scription more repeated than any other
Unknown, "Unknown;" l3l, 600 are s,
marked. I believe will make motto,
and methinks can hear it supportet
not only from hundreds in this iarp
congregation but from thousands nj
over our fair land, that the president O
these United States be requested to asl
the senate and house of representative
at Washington, to pull down the ststu,
of the heather goddess from the ton a
our national capital. Ihave no faith Il
the religion or morality of heather
goddess, though it be goddess OF lih
erty, and put in her place statue o
the so-called unknown soldiers. a renre
sentative of the l3l, 900 with arms out
stretched and with the inscription. eth
repuollc lives because we died" L
that holy and mighty baptism of blood
the blood OF our bravest and best son
which ran from Maine to Texas and fror
the Atlantic to the Pacific, it Is an injus
tlce and . misnomer to mark an
soldiers grave "unknewn." In Gods grea
book, the tolls. the sutferings, the pain.
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