The Arizona champion., 1888-06-02

s.tts and Vng;nia-from which largely sprang our civilization and national life, and these rival idea,, cortended fo- the mastery in the open field of the new continent. or these two ideas it has been we'll said; "One is summed up Tn the word slavery. that in I6Io landed from a Dutch man .of-war on the bank of the James river in Vir- ginia; the otker is called freedom, that in I6ao landed from the May flower on Plymouth Rock" The adoption of our fundamental law, which declared the national gov ernment supreme, did not settle the "irrepressible conflict" be tween these ideas. The represen- tatives of the one idea clamored for and struggled to maintain such an interpretation of the constitution n as would favor the state sovereignty heresy rather than national supre macy, in order that the inhumanl- ties and atrocities of slavery might be continued. The conflict thick ened as years rolled on. Calhoun stood forth as the exponent of this pernieious doctrine. Webster, by opposition to 1t, won for himself the title, "Defender of the Con- stitution.' But men of the north feared and trembled under the aggression of the slave power, and compromlse after compromise was made which satisfied no one, and the conflict went on. Finally, so thoroughly dominant and aggres- Sive had the slave power become, that Henry Clay declared in the Senate of the United States that 1.-two hun dred years of legislation has sanctioned and sanctltied the right of property Tn slaves." Char les Sumner was stricken down in the Senate, the Fugitive Slave Law was passed, dark deeds were per petrated in Kansas, and at the cleo. of Lincoln the elimination came m secession and armed rebellion, the south deeming his election the declaration that slavery should be circumscribed, not nationalized- and the terrible years of civil strife.
 By the stern arbitrament of war, the awful hemorrhage which was never staunched during four awful years, at a cost of five hun dred thousand of the nations sons her manifest men-and eigh: billions of her treasure, the excuse for state sovereignty was swept away, and We wrote high in the heavens of history the declaration that we were not a confederation of states, but a Nahon spelled with a capital N,
 A nation should not forget her defenders. In every age nations have accorded honor to their heroic and meritorious dead. They have involved the cunning of the sculptor's chisel and the magic of the artists brush, the poets song and the orators voice, to preserve and hand down to a grateful pos terity the memory of their heroic deeds. That nation only is worthy oi life who
 "Mourns her heroes lost,
 Whose blood for her was she'd"
 We will not forget the thousands who died for the republic. And we will not forget that many sleep wonder in the south where they fell. Of them are many thousands of the nations bravesl sons. Above them Is no monument. But though their graves are unknown and un- marked, the loyal heart says of them as of the few who staggered home to die and be buried here, and there and yonder: "Well done done. thou good and faithful ser. To the graves that are known we come with tears--with tears which speak how truly we mourn their loss. We will also come with flowers-signlfcant em. ! ms of beauty and honor. Let the choicest, falrest and most fra grant flowers be culled. Leave our most beautiful gardens desc late. Let our most beautiful house plants yield up their richest treas ures, and let the soft, white hand of noble, loyal woman entwine them into most beautiful wreaths with which to crown the sod where sleep the ashes of our heroes. Were not those lives beautiful that were sacrificed for freedom1 Are not those men worthy honor and worthy our tribute in the sacra. ment of flowers. who, as Logan grandly said: "Made their breasts a barricade between our country and its foes, and whose soldier lives were the reveille of freedom to a race in chains, and their death the tattoo ofrebellious tyrannv in arms1 70, that every green sod might be crowned! But the sad thought re- curs-many of those heroes lie yonder. Torn by shot and shell they died wonder in hospitals, on beds Of pain. They sank down on the battlefelds, yonder as the maddenlng charge swept on. They routed in prison pens !yonder un-
 pitied Heroes rest. A grateful