Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1886-06-01
HOW 1T WAS OBSERVED IN THIS
CITY.
services ut the Church and Exercises
at the Theater-List Of Old Soldiers
PreSent-The Grafton.

~ No" hot nave oeen desired Tor a
Memorial celebration. About II
O'Clock detail arrived from the Belle.
vue Post, and it and E. d. Baker
rost proceeded to the Methodist
Church, where the Rev. Mr.. Osborn
conducted Divine service.
BY halfp l o'clock the Theater
was filled to overlooking with ladies,
children, soldiers, and citizens gener-
ally.
Comrade Case Broderick, President
OF the day, called the assemblage to
order.
The Rev. l. 7. Osborn offered
prayer.
The Haley Glee Club then render
ed the Soldiers Chorus from Faust,
with good effect and were deseryedlv
applauded.
Lyttleton Price, Orator of the Day
delivered the following grafton, which
was very attentively lisened to:
The circling seasons have brought
to US again the day on which nation
lays its tribute of grateful remem
brance upon the tombs of its heroic
dead. All nature is in sympathy with
our offering.
In this lovely mountain land she
is lavish with her gifts of flowers. The
hills are painted with the glowing COL
ors of her brush, and the fragrance of
the valleys is sweet as ever scented
breeze that blows from Araby the
Blest.
The mound that marks the soldiers
grave is fresh and green as never dy-
ing memory of him who sleeps, in
hearts that loved him.
The smiling sky that bends its blue
above, the genial sun that warns to
life the greenery and bloom that wave
above his resting place, the gentle rain
that falls in benisons upon the sod
unite in giving tribute to his memory
and benediction for his sacrifice.
In all times, warlike peoples have
treasured the memory of their soldiers
dead. Pillars and triumphal arches
have been raised to them, and the
scenes of ancient victories are covered
with their ruins.
Not alone in crumoling stone and
wasting metals are their victorou.
deeds recorded. The poets Tyre has
sounded through the ages the triumph
ant valor of their arms; the pen of
history has caught from memories OF
men achievements of the past, and
placed upon the printed page endur-
ing records of their glory.
From the Trojan war, the Illiad was
handed down unwritten through gen.
erations, living only in the memories
of men, until it comes TO us complete,
the grandest epic of all time.
The glorious deeds of war have al
ways been fruitful theme for song
and story. Martial valor, patriotic
devotion and sacrifice have furnished
flame to the torch of the muses. through
the long centuries from the tale OF
Horatius at the Bridge to the song oil
Scots wha' ha' vi Wallace bled, and
the soul-stirring story of Sheridan's
ride from Winchester twenty miles
away.
What better, more enduring monu
ment to the memory of our gallant
dead can there be than the ever living
remembrance of their greatness cher
ished in the nations heart? 1t car
never fade nor crumble to decay. Ii
defes the ravages of time. AS time
grows old and son succeeds to father
and all of us have gone to Join the
common dust and given place to those
who never saw a soldier or survivor
of the civil war, their fame will be the
brighter as the years roll on, theil
souls be canonized, their graves be
sacred shrines to their descendants.
AS the school boy of to-day read.
of Warren, of Putnam and of Marion
thinking of them as something more
than men, so in after years will HI
think of many who are yet amongs
us. AS a short time since 1t could bt
said: "There is one whose father wa
at Bunker Hill. His father commanded
a company at Yorktown and winterec
at Valley Forge" so a few years henc,
it will be said of your sons: "Hi
father was in the battle of the cloud
at Lookout Mountain. His father,witl
his regiment, sustained that deadl,
charge at Gettysburg"
"Republics are ungrateful," it L
said; but in the souls of men is cher
ished and revered the heroes of thei
race when governments have sunl
and dynasties are swept away.
OF all expressions of remembrance,
of those who spilled their blood 70
love of home and country, that of to
dayis the most beautiful and touching
The Flower Festival of the Dead
1t strikes chord in every heart tina
makes us feel we have a personal in
terest in the offering. 1t unites us il
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