Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1885-10-29
BEECHER ON GRANT.
Memorial Services at fremont
Temple, Boston.
The Plymouth Pastor Delivers Warn
Euiogium On the Life, Virtues and
Heroic Deeds OF the Depart
ed Warrior-Statesman.

RosroS. Mass, October 22.-Beneatt
kindly tempered rays of mellow sun
thousands of Bostonians thronsed this al
ternoon to the Grant memorial exercises
at fremont Temple, under the auspices
of the city Government.
At two o'clock prayer was offered by
Rev. B. F. Hamlin, and an ode by Julia
Ward Howe was sung by the choir, a
poem written by Louise I. Quincy was
read by Prof. Moses T. Brown of Tufts
College. "Gone Through the Shadows"
was rendered by a choir sof women's
voices.
Mayor O'Brien at this point, in a brief
speech presented Rev. Henry Ward
Beecher as eulogist of the day. Mr.
Beecher was received with generous ap
plause, and spoke as follows:
"Another name is added to the roll OF
those whom the world will not willingly
let die. few years since storm-laden
clouds filed his heaven and obloquy;
sander and bitter lies rained down upon
him. The clouds are all blown
away; under a serene sky he laid
down his life and the Nation wept.
The path to his tomb is worn
by the feet of innumerable pilgrims; the
widowed lips of SANDER are silent, and
even criticism hesitates lest some incau-
tious word should mar the history OF
the modest, gentle, magnanimuus war
rior. The whole Nation watched his pas
sage through humiliation and misfor.
tunes with unfeigned sympathy; the
whole world sighed when his life
ended. At his burial the unsworded
hands of those whom he had fought
lifted his bier and bore him to his
tomb with love and reverence.
Grant smades no claim to saintship; he
was a man of like passions, and with as
marked limitations as other men. Moth
Ing could be more distasteful to his hon.
est, modest soul while living, and moth
ing more unbecoming to his memory
than lying exaggerations aud fulsom e
batteries. Men without faults are apt to
be men without force.
a rough diamond has no brilliancy.
Sights and shadows, hills md valleys,
give beauty to q landscape; the faults
OF great and generous natures are often
over-ripe goodness or shadows which
their virtues cast. Three elements enter
into the career of great citizen: That
which his ancestry gives; that which OPP
portunity gives, and that which his will
develops. Grant came from sturdy New
England stock; New England derived it
from Scotland: Scotland bred it at a
time when the Covenanters and Puritans
were made-men of iron .consciences,
hammered out upon the anvil of adver-
eity. From New England the stream
flowed to Ohio, where it
enriched the soil till it
brought forth abundant harvests of great
men. When it was Grants time ito be
born, he came forth without celestial
portents, and his youth had in it no
prophecy of his manhood. His ooyhood
was wholesome, robust, with vigorous
frame, with a heart susceptible of tender
love, he yet was not social. He
was patient and persistent. He loved
horses and could master them.a That is
good sign. Grant had no art
OF creating, and circumstances, opPor-
gifts which God hid in him. The gold in
the hills can not disclose itself, it must
DC sought and dug. A sharp and
wiry politician for some reasons
OF Providence performed generous
Point"
Mr.. Bcecher reviewed Grants life at
West pint, his service in Mexico and
OoAiAot fAo, oAAt aAuaiuS " LIS private
life, said: she was a poor farmer, a
worse tanner, worthless trafIicker,
without civil experience, without literary
gifts; too diffident to be ambitious; too
modest to put himself forward; too
honest to be politician, he was of all
men least likely to attain eminence, and
was absolutely untitled apparently for
pre-eminence. Yet Gods providence
selected him, ordained was Grant with
<ha 4;,, - IL
ous.'
His opportunity was coming. Already
clouds afar off were gathering. He saw
them not No figures were seen upon the
dim horizon of the already near future.
The insulted flag; the garments rolled in
blood; a million men in arms; the sui
phurous smoke of battle; CORY heaps up
on desperate battle-felds; an army of |
slow moving crippled heroes; grave
yards populous cities. They were all in
the clouded horizon though he saw |
them not. Let US look upon the |
scene. This continent lay waiting for |
ages for the..seed of civilization; at length |
sower came forth to sow. While he |
sowed good seed of liberty and Christian |
civilization, an enemy, lurking, sowed |
tares. They sprang up and grew to-
gether. The Constitution Graded both
slavery and liberty. While yet ungrown
snarled in youth, quarreled when half
grown and fought when OF full age The
final catastrophe was inevitable. The
South, like queenly beauty, grew i'm
perious and exacting; the North,
Ike an obsequious sutton, knelt
at her feet, only TO receive
contempt and mockery. Both parties,
w iS and Democrat, drank of the CUP of
her sorcery. 1t killed the Wing party.
The Democratic party was tougher, and
was only besotted. If wise moderation
had possessed the South; if thew had
conciiiated the North; if they had met
just scruples of honest men, who, hating
slavery, dreaded the d;shonor of break. !
ing the compacts of the Constitution, the
South might have held control for an
other hundred years. 1t was no. to be.
God sent strong delusion upon them. ]
They were seeking to mod '
crate volcanoes aud stop earth. |
Iuakes by administering political {
Iuinine. The wise, the statesmen were 6
,ewildered, and politicians were Juggling I
ools. The South had builded herself t
lpon the rock of slavery. 1t lay in the l
cry channels of civilization like some c
ood rock lying sullen off He'll Gate.
The tides of controversy rushed upon it
nd split into eddies and swirling pools,
violence and disaster. The rock Il
7ould not move. 1t must be removed. 1t t
7as the South itself that furnished the II
ngineers; arrogance in council sunk c
ne shaft; violence chambered the sub o
passages, and infatuation o
'aded them with dynamite. All was Sc o
IRE. The hand that fired upon Sumter b
Kploded the mine and tore the fortress c.
atoms. For one moment the q