The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1888-05-31

| Inc men who fought for the old nag
are willing to risk their lives Tor it
again. The mountains have ever
been the home of Liberty and of
a free people, and methinks
hear the tread of the thousands who
| homes in the beautiful valleys of Utah ;
and when all this country has been
! dedicated 10 patriotism and liberty,
another star shall be added to that
God blesseu Old flag, which you fol-
owed when its stars shone but dimly
through the smoke OF battle.
On motion of MAJOR Bradley, the
thanks of the Woman's Relief Corps
and James B. Mexican Post were ten
dered to the speakers and musicians,
after which the benediction was pro-
nounced by Rev. Libby.
The procession then reformed, and
moved 10
MOUNT oLIYET CEMETERY,
where the graves of James B. Nc
Kean and others were decorated, the
services being conducted by the
Women's Relief Corps.
The song. mo More the Bugle's Stir
ring Blast J." was sung by a quartette
composed of Miss Williams, Mrs. Good
win, Mrs. Simondl, Mrs. Lincoln and
Mrs Wilkinson.
General Maxwell then made brief
address. after which the cadets of ALI
Ha!Iows' College sang the requiem.
Let them Sleep"
Mrs. Cummings, of the Relief Corps,
poem, Cover Them Over with BeauLi-
full Flowers"
Miss Burnett followed with most
eloquent and touching tribute to the
memory of the nameless dead. The
| lady said: l esteem IL an honor to al
dress you, to- day, representing, as | do,
one Of the most useful and patriotic
organizations in our land. The service
OF this hour is MT recognition OF the
part taken by women in the war for
freedom. You men did your work
well win shot and shell and carbine !;
we women did ours as well in the hos
| pital and the home, and equal honor
belongs TO US.
In all ages and in all lands certain
| days have been set apart for the COM
N sm0ration of important events. By
means of our Fourth of July, with its
outbursts OF joy, our Twanty-secoud of
| February, SO appropriately observed,
| the Centennial and various other ami
versaries, we have kept agiow the fires
of patriotism that else might ha re
slumbsred in many hearts. But OF all
our national annIYersariss, Memorial
| Day is most full of halloWing influence +,
patriotic Impulses and inspiration. how
| wildly the past rises before US. Can it
be that nearly thirty sloW-paced years
have gone by since We heard the tocSln
r,ET toto TO In
passioned oratory in the call for
| recruits. We see again our loved ones,
with blanched faces, but frm.s lips,
enroll as volunteers. We Sc the busy
preparation. We feel the warm kiss OF
| love as husband, father. brother, lover,
says last good by" We follow them
in Imagination to the front. we hear
the trampling feet, the trumpets blast
and drums quick beat. We think of
the cold, dark bivouac, the scorching
heat, the weary months spent IN
hospital. the lonely prison pens. We
see returning the crippled youth, the
emnty sleeve, the manly form wasted
by d sease.
The battle SCARED heroes, and at the
close the war-worn veterans, so proudly
| bear home the tattered banners under
which they fought and their comrades
| fell. We look in upon the desolate homes,
the broken hearts-for brothers, all
who died from war did not wear the
soldiers garb-and in our agony We
cry out, 30, Union, undivided, how
great price We paid for theel Well
may We guard and preserve thee"
"Wave, starry flag, wave on high,
Float in the sunny sky,
For every stripe of thy stainless hue,
/ = E.11 -
Ten thousand of the brave and true
Ha4 e lain them down to de-
Friends, this day belongs not to the
| living, bat to the dead. The muff1ed
drum, the low, sweet cadences of song
the subdued tones of prayer and ora
| tory, the gentle strewing of flowers and
wreathing of monumsnts-all these
say, though dead, yet not forgotten
| We weave a chaplet for our Lincoln, IN
whose tragic death the world lost its
greatest philanthropist, the people their
kindest friend, the nation its puresi
patriot.
We cover the grave of our Grant, the
calm, heroic soldier, whose brow was
crowned with wreath of victory wo-
on a hundred battle-felds.
Wreathe the monuments of thou
sand officers and place the flowers and
plant the flag on hundred thousand
graves in every cemetery from ocean to
ocean and from the Gulf to the Lakes
Even the many thousands marked
unknown" in our national cemeteries
will bear the flowers and mothers will
drop the tear upon some saying, 1t may
be my boy. Bat my sisters, tenderer,
holier ministry is ours.
Since we can do no moro while the
years 60 by,we will wreathe our cross in
grateful remembrance of the many
other thousands-the nameless dead
the men whose lives went out in fever
swsmps, or slowly starved in prison
pens, or were moved down in thickest
fight and now sleep in the long trenches
on the fields their yalor won or whose
homes lie bleaching on southern soil. No
flag can mark their resting place, no.
flowers are strewn there to-day, but
the soft grass is creeping above them
and the wild flower sways in the breeze
and lifts its cup to catch the sunbeam
or the summer shower, the wstchful
stars keep vigil, and the cypress and
pine chant their solemn requiem. The
kindly seasons love them and sweet ma
ture with what delicate touch is trying