Arizona weekly citizen., 1884-06-21
On the Wing.
ST. LOUIS, May 3l, 1884.

ST. LOUIS, May 3l, 1884.
 The first really pleasant day for many weeks dawned upon St. Louis on Me morial Day It was truly holiday, and but little labor or business was transsc- ted that could be avoided or postponed. At half-past twelve o'clock the pleasant strains of the band indicated the march of the comrades belonging to the four local posts of the Grand Army of the Republic through the streets to the river, where boats had been provided to transport them to the national cemetery al Jefferson barracks, eight miles south of the city. An excursion party fol lowed upon another large boat, and when all were landed fully five thousand people were congregated to witness the beautiful ceremonies
 As the ranks were formed to march from the barracks over to the cemetery, the old and venerated soldier, General l Sherman, fell into the ranks and marched as an humble private soldier l The biggest man of the day was our | ououdam tOwnsman, Lieutenant J. B Kerr. whose brilliant yellow plume and | gaudy decorations captured the quick eve of the ubiquitous urchin and sent palpitalIng thrills through the coFsetf | Of susceptible maidens. The uuexpec' | ted vision of such extreme gorgeousness even broke into infinitessimal smither- eens the fragile hearts of the hundreds
 of dusky African belles who were Sc
 fortunate Gs to be present, as their ex
 pressions of ''Oh, My with ferventl!
 clasped hands. would indicate. He had
 evidently conceived "A literal under
 standing of decoration" day.
 The ceremonies at the cemetery wer,
 brief, but interesting. The addresse;
 were short, and the singing and the mu
 sic by the band most excellent Gen eral Sherman read the charge from tn,
 ritual as a portion of tbe programme. | The national cemetery is as beautiful 1 a place as one wonld care to have hi' ! ashes laid to Test within. The grassy | bill is shaded by lovely trees, aLd the
 thousands of marble htadstones marl the abode of the dwellsrs m that silent
 city. Many stones are simply numbered
 and mark the graves of those who's, names were unknown and who's, identity could Tot be established { Even as the sacred work of decorating
 the graves of the dead with sweet ana 1 brilliant flowers was going on. the SUI in apparent sympathy and sorrow l buried its face behind a distant hill ! and threw athwart the graves h long ] shaiowy pail of mouInful mistIncSs. a' | the soft. sweet tones Of the SRngCrchoi
 were waited upon the breeze, m ;h, ! lovely music ot "rhc Sun has gone tO ! Rest"
 The ar Is full of political prognoStica | lions here, ard the telegrsphic reports | from Chicago are eagerly sought after l There IS something grotCSque m the | wide differences Cf opinion upon simple J subjecis.and after a long and heated dis | cuSs.Oa upon the political situation the 1 oral combatsnis will disperse. each ! convinced that EiS own position k cor. Feet and unchAnGeable. and that the ! others are stubborn fools utterly lack : iuE ut common sense oT reason.
 The streets ot St. Louis are RbOmin- able. The pavemsn's are defective and badly worn. and vehicl,s drawn through tLe streets % c crawling pace, meet more ruts sni obs;ructiOns than can be ! found anywhere on the road from Tue son tC QuiiotoB. Dense smoke from the | factories EoveTs over the city all the tune. obscuring the sun and filling the ar with unwholesome particles. lt the owners of the factories could be per. suaded by Paul Moroney to annihilate the smoke by the use of his condenser, the people here-women and all-would rise up as one mau and ask him to buy a lot and settle down amongst them and be blessed. c.