Connecticut western news., 1885-06-03

1t the conclusion of the oration the ,hoir sang Calmly Sleep" Chaplain Eddy then made some patriotic remarks about "the old flag" and he read soul stirring poem about "the old flag" He said, "the author of the poem Is un- known, but comrade gave me the poem at a bean bake in Jersey City" Profes- sor Weaver sang Hurrah for Old New England" Rev E. H. Roys pronounced the benediction.
 As the congregation commenced leav- ing the church a number requested Professor Weaver to sing Barbara Frietchie. The professor promptly re- sponded and many remained to enjoy those soul-stirring words. After leaving the church the people assembled on the green and listened to martial music so admirably rendered by the Norfolk dram corps. About F. NJ. the assem- ply dispersed, each individual feeling a deeper sense of gratitude to the pre- servers of the Union and fully resolved to protect and maintain the institution for which the patriots fought and died.
 ReV E. F. BarIOW's Grafton.
 There is on unmeasured power in the love of gold. We labor early and late, ;,o kbo skor,, oO1 ;, Gbo e,oeh;na Ao r,aA gold. We toll on until time blows deep furrows in the brow, our shoulders stoop and our steps falter beneath the burdens of life; we sacrifice time, com fort and ease, sometimes our manhood and even life itself that we may win gold.
 There was time when it seemed as though the love of gain would absorb every other interest of man.
 But when our national flag was dis honored and our liberty endangered a spirit stronger than the love of gold seized the hearts of men. This spirit of patriotism so moved them that they consented to march to the cannon't mouth; were led to what was thrice worse than the cannon's mouth, the fever pens and prisons of the South. A spirit of self-sacrifce possessed these men and, as the years roll on, theil spirit commands more and more of ou. respect.
 This sacrifice was to save you liberty and mine; to keep under tn protection of a mighty nation you home and mine. It is right that VI meet to honor their names. To sacrIfic self is one of the most difficult thing to do. When my brother smites me ol the cheek 1t is perfectly natural an easy to smite him back again. But nc so easy to sacrifice my own feelings an turn the other cheek also. To grasp tn first and strongest impulse of my na ture and sacrifice it for the good of oth CTS may be noble and God-like, but it not an easy work.
 Yet our fathers and brothers sacri feed the tenderest ties that bind mol tals to earth. They left these pleasar homes, their wives and children. The sacrificed life itself to save our natio and our homes. am glad that thi day is set apart in honor of thel memory.
 It is well that we wreathe garlands C flowers in honor of these who wer slain to defend us. It is we'll that W bring these fading emblems of our grat itude. It is better if we will write O the monument of memory their bray deeds and self-saerifce.
 Back of all this sacrifice and blood these broken homes and desolate graves there was a principle which these me- loved. It was war long and blood because they fought for pTincipl. Most of those who fell knew for wha they died. By their sacrifice our natio is yet the champion of human liberty Freedom was the thought, the impulse the prayer that nerved the heart and th hand of these men who died for Ill And the greatest possible honor that W can bestow upon these men is to pe petuate aud carry to perfection the priI ciple for which they fought
 Liberty is the right to enjoy the lars esi freedom. It leaves every man to q as he may choose. But t gioes mo c'hSe to t1'ample o~ h. rights of oths,' , l. belty is freedom to ece,,y man. It may seem to be liberty for the ma ' who can buy and sell and work an whip his fellow man. But it is not ii
 erty for the poor man who is bougl and sold and worked and whipped. It may seem Q good deal like freedo when man can have his own wish f and keep his fellow men away from tl
 ballot box with a shot gun. But it not much freedom for the man who is the other end of the gun.
 The man who stuffs ballot boxes ma seem to be free. But he is n tyrant , the basest sort; he leaves no freedo B for his neighbor.
 n Those men who fill their own pocke 3 and make three-fourths of our paupe ? and criminals and tax the people to su
 port them, may seem to be very fire
 But there is not more heartless tyra
 on the face of the earth than the ru
 traffic. The rum power shouts itse
 hoarse on the word freedom. But l
 despot and no monopoly so grinds u
 faces of men into the dust.
 It may seem to be freedom for u - German, the Irishman, the Italian, tl e "hoodlum" and the politician to sh l the "heathen Chinee" out of Americ