The Press., 1890-11-20

before us-the great masses of people fill. ing the streets below, crowding every win- dow of the great buildings surrounding us, even perched on the roofs of those tall structures on the upper platf stal- wart workmen, with their hands upon the capstan ready at word, of commands from their leader to lower the great stone into place; just below, those leaders among men and women, Mrs. Carse, whose sub. lime faith, removing mountains of difficult ties, has brought all this to pass, Mics Willard, Mrs. Lathrap, of Michigan, Mrs. Nichols, of Indiana, Esther Pugh, the stalwart, Helen Hood, the unstampedable Father Hastings, Dr. Herrick Johnson, Dr. Goodwin, Bishop Fallows, Dr. Bristol, Mr. A. s. Packard, and other noble men and women; then that lower floor, filled with the children, and as many of our rank and file as could find standing room there flags flying; banners waving oh, it was sight to rejoice men and angels.
 And when those clear young voices, led by their incomparable precentor, Miss Hofer, and Miss Nash, who had so patient, ly drilled them, sung Miss Willard song, ssIist to the tread of many feet,
 From home and playground, farm and street, They talk like tongues; their words we know, Saloons, saloons, saloons must go,"
 every heart responded "Saloons aUiW go'' when this army grows up.
 Dr. Herrick Johnson, president Mo. Cormick, Presbyterian Theological Semi nary, now offered the dedicatory prayer.
 Now all who could gathered round the great stone in whose recesses reste d the two copper boxes, so soon to be covered from human sight by the ponderous mass of granite suspended above. In one box were thousands of names of contributors of inc ''mites' to the building of this tenn pie; baby bands, ga hered by brave Jane Weeden aud other mother hearted women. Loyal Temperance Legion boys and girls who, in their glad spring time have dedi- cated it's gladness to God and temperance, men and women, bravely fighting in the thickest of life's battle all these names rest there, and perhaps will rest, till the sea gives up it's dead, for these foundations seem made to last as long as the great globe itself. In the other box was the Bi. ble, whose spirit inspired the work, records of the temple from the time it ex- isted only in the brain and heart of Mrs. Csrse till this day, recordsof the Woman's Christian Temperance Union, national and state, which made the realization of this grand conception possible, Miss Willard's published books, and many other pCblica. tions of the Woman's Temperance Pub fishing Association, copies of temperance papers, and of other papers. in this city, portraits of leading temperance men and women, records of various other temper. ance organizations, coins. medals and oth CT characteristic things for thirtieth century people to wonder over.
 All was ready, and at the signsl givel by l.. J. Wells to John Riley, the mason iu charge, the men at the capstsn carefully lowered the huge corner stone till it drop ped into its place, where Mrs. Carse, witE trowel which had been presented for tht occasion, had placed the first mortar, and more skilled hands quickly finished tht operation. Miss Willard struck the grea stone three times with her hammer. lont for God, one for Home, and one for every land. Waving handkerchiefs gave the sig nal of completion, and the sweet young voices at once struck up Mrs. Henry hymn:
 Upward through the sunny air,
 Rise, temple, rise.
 At the refrain thousands of arms were lifted with graceful, rhythmic motions and many eyes grew dim looking at the beautiful, swaying mass of children, think ing of what this temple meant to God little ones. Many hearts were filled witl tender, loving thoughts of the noble mal and woman who built the first temperance