The Arizona champion., 1889-06-01

( l " oNCAJH bO AJC O 1ONC Ok HI , pressed up on us by wise an ! benevolent creator for good and ust
 ful purposes. In his wisdom an ,, goodness he has linked us togethe
 in families aud nations, and give to us an ;nstipctive love correspond ing to these relations. We may b
 thrilled with feelings of indescribabl , sublimity, when gazing upon som lofty mountain or magnificent scener, in foreign land; or when treadin
 the scores of Greece, or the street
 of Athens or Rome and looking upol
 ancient ruins, or other variou
 objects that seem to carry us bacl
 to classic times; but none of thes,
 can inspire the emotion of suprem,
 delight that come over us, wher
 after a long absence, we catch th'
 first view of our native land. Oul
 country bears the same relation tt
 us among countries that our parent:
 do among friends.
 No true patriot can look with in difference on any danger that
 threatens, or afliction that troubles
 his country.
 Was not true patriotism shown
 by those men who left their homes
 and business, left mother, sisters,
 wife and children, all that was they
 loved, all that was near and dear to
 them on earth, and strode forth to
 give their blood for the preservation
 of the Union. When that great and noble m m Abraham Lincoln issued call after call for troops to protect our country, and defend the flag, for which our fore-father gave thier blood to unfurl, and declared under those stars and stripes, "all men were created free and equal" men did not stop to question, what will my neighbor do2 each for himself obeyed the call, as thought is was the voice of the chained millions, crying for freedom. And the loyal sons of the Republic knew that those calls conveyed a command for the high character of the individual action which subordinated every thing else to the one supreme duty, nor home, nor wife, nor children, nor business, nor love of ease, nor fear of danger, nor dread of death, stood in the way to successfully challenge obedience to that call, 1t came, was heard and obeyed. This disregard to things that we all hold dear did not harden men, it enobled them. No man who left his all and went into danger and down to death was less man for these hard steps, these harsh sunderings Of the tenderest ties of life, these confront ings of personal peril and disaster. but was all the more 8 worthy example of the highest type of that better manhood without which the world and all there Is in it would go wrong.
 It is easy to see that duty calls another to sacrifice; it is heroism to realize that that duty calls yourself.
 There are men here today who where in that great struggle, to pre- serve our nation and to forever blot from America slavery. They need no voice, no words, from the lips of those who where not there. to bring back the memories of those days of strife and sacrifice, for they are burned deep into their minds with fire, blood and ravages of war; time can never obliterate them, scenes of battle, cries of the wounded, and the suffering of prison life, have carved upon their hearts, pure loyalty, that all must honor and respect.
 It is useless to endeavor to portray the valor of those heroes, both living and dead; no human tongue can tell what they endured and suffered. But as we return to the past and peruse the pages of history, or gather from the lips of old veterans, the tales of blood curdling adventures, heart rending scenes of suffering, and the pains and agonies in the prisons of hatred and famine, it causes shudder to pass through us, at the same time an emotion of grand admiration for those noble men that comprised the most loyal army, that ever bore arms for their country.
 It Is common to consider war as affecting men only, but we must not forget the loyal women, for they are its roal and greatest victims.
 All history, public and private, recounts the fortitude and suffering of soldiers in the field, but hardly any one thinks of the long and patient agony which the mothers and wives. sisters and sweethearts of the soldiers were forced to endure. In svery battle there were heroes, many and great, but away from the battle there were heroines, more and greater than the world can ever know. Achilles, Hector and Ulysses were not half so much the heroes of Troy, IS Thetis, Andromache and Penelope were its heroines, they bore the silent waiting, the anxious watching md the passive agony which invari- |, Nl T,,n k l