Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1889-06-06
BRITISH HOLLOW.


served Thursday in this village. Many
visitors were in town, and the graves
of the departed soldiers were solemnly
decorated with flowers and evergreens.
AT one o'clock the procession formed
at the M. +. Church under charge of
the President of the Day, John A.
Neavill. The British Hollow Cornet
Band furnished the martial music and
were followed by the Sabbath school
children under charge of Mrs. Davies
and Mrs. G. Vincent Then came Belk-
nap Fuqua Post No. 1872, G. A. r.
under Post commander w. H. Houn.
sell. At the completion of the decora-
ton ceremonies at the cemetery the
line of march was taken up to the
Grand Stand where singing and recita-
tons and speaking completed the order
of exercises.
Prof. +. X. Shuttleworth, as orator
of the day, delivered an excellent adj
dress which received the closest atten-
ton He said:
How mighty is right How poor, feeble and
insignificant is wrong Nations ri Sc and flourish
nDOn the principles OF truth, equality and vir
tue. They fall, ANONYMOUSLY fall, to rise no
more when founded upon false principles. with
vice and corruption gnawing at their yitals.
Great political and moral questions have ruled the
world the truth or falsity whereof is solved and
demonstrated to mankind by the test of actual
experience. The three, and all-absorbing ques-
tons OF this nation: tariff, state sovereignty
and slavery have held the gaze and attention OF
the American people for more than hundred
years. You can still hear with a listening ear
the feeble tones OF tariff but state sovereignty
and slavery have received their death blow and
''sleep the night that knows no waking South
Carolina with all her boasts and display OF pomp
and power stand one of these United States.
Comrades, a quarter of a century HAS silently
rolled away since You were called upon to carry
the stars and stripes, The emblem OF heaven, TO
the theater OF civil war, for your homes, your
country and your God The past rises before
us like a dream we see you, comrades. in all
the hurry and preparation OF war, bidding your
last farewell to dear ones at home, embracing
words and promises to heras the gate turns and
closes, and we see you move off keeping time
under banners floating defantly in the breeze,
to wild grand voluptuous music of war. You
have not gone far, however, before you reach a
turn in the road, you cast one longing hungering
look upon pale young wife standing in the
door OF your happy home, holding in her snow
white arms the most precious gift Of heaven,
A. 18th, hat.
may the better see as You march to drum and
| fife, over the hills OF your youth and boyhsod
Another farm house is reached, another
cottage, located by the side of babling brook,
that runs through y cool and shady forest
| There is no son to be found here TO be torn from
his mothers arms but he'll be missed You see
| them now emerging from the deep shade OF the
forest, arm in arm, a bright stalwart youth Of
some eighteen summers, and modest blooming
maiden, who looks more like inhabitant OF
the realms above than one of earth. They have
plIghted their vows in the still, silent shades OF
the gloomy forest, and now give their parting
| words. He says, II fear those blooming cheeks
viii fade ere behold them again" She replies,
| remember your VOW" Then again the boys of
blue march eff to martial music, gathering in the
offerings from hill and vale to be laie upon the
altar Of this country for a common cause. A
| similar scene, my dear comrades, was going on
| in the South; their sons from the mountains to
sea and gulf, rallied round their banners, the
bonny blue flag and brought their offering to the
same common altar. The past is like dream
| full Of agony and wild reality. Black threaten
| ing clouds, with pent up thunder and lightning,
| hangs low across the continent from sea to sea,
| Sometimes, indeed, it partially fades away
almost letting in the bright sunshine OF heaven,
| until at last it comes back more portentious,
bleak. blacker, pregnant with ruin, bloOdshed
and wild desolation. She bursts with terrific
violence, the fields are devastated far and near,
black smoking ruins mark the places OF ono e
happy homes and simple cottages. and where
waved the golden harvest, now stands the bloody
pool, the babing brook and silver streams have
| been turned to blood. the rivers flow crimson
through storm. tossed nation to a seething sea.
These were the times that tried mems nerse,
metal patriotism. Here the boasts andpomp Of
men cannot take the place Of courage, yalor or
herosm ! hear men speak lightly ofthe soldiers,
| using this expression. These men taught, bled
| and died. Great Father in Heaven strike me
speae HESS if they did no: fight, bleed and doubly
| die The love OF liberty strew the fields OF this
southern plain, at Bull Run. Antetam, Chancel-
| lorsvile Gettysburg. Richmond and Sherman's
| March, to the sea with dead and dying. blue.
Call back the heroes OF the war for testimony.
| Sheridan. Logan, Hancock, Grant aud those
| comrades who poured out their most precious
| blood in defence OF country, for home and God.
We need not. we have living testimony, let them
sleep the peaceful sleep Of eternity. Their
death is our life, their starvation il sur feast,
their death struggle is our happiness. Yes,
| God forbid that we call them back Their graves
are sacred. their dust is holy dust, aud cursed
be the man that would take one star, one stripe
! from that flag that waved above those noble
| boys who died for the union, who bled for the
union, who fought for the union. who saved
the union. Here me. kind people for their
cause Did you not pray for them. did not the
mothers, wives. and lovers hearts yearn when
informed OF their suferings, OF their long weary
marches during the tropic heat Of "a INNER and
freezing frost OF the long winters OF their small
rstious of their torture and utter starvation in
Andersonyille and Libby prisons.
When shall their glory fades
True IN heart as belted blade.
Brave their souls were armed with right,
Hand on sword and eye on sight.
But, comrades, there one who did not
draw the sword or shoulder the mnsket, bnt once
| he had. yet he was the stay and support % this
nation in the hour OF The thickest and darkest
/ gloom Ged bless old Abe. the one who sewed
up The nations wonnds and struck the shackles