St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-05-31

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Pillsbury.
"Pillsbury's Folly" is too large and
too extremely plain to admit of much
effective decoration, so but little was at
tempted in that direction. On the wall
back of the rostrum was draped an
American flag, surmounted by bronze
eagle with extended pinions, from the
top of which, to either end of the plat
form, stretched line of red, white and
blue streamers. Intervening spaces on
the wall were covered with small edi-
tions OF the stars and stripes. On the
right and left Of the space reserved for
the speakers were two magnificent
crosses about four feet high, one COM
posed of snowballs, foliage and bios
SONS. and the other of evergreens.
Potted plants in profusion occupied the
remainder of the available space. The
only attempt at the decoration of the
auditorium was a broad band of red,
white and blue bunting around the front
OF the first gallery, the pillars being set
off by small flags.
COLISEUM EXERCISES.
At 4:10 Capt. Lewis Marsh, master Of
ceremonies, raped for order, partlcu-
larry reminding the audience that abso-
Lutte silence should be maintained. The
Cadet band rendered 1.-The Star
SpangIed Banner" and George w.
Morey. assistant adjutant general of the
state eommandery, G. a. R., arose to
read the memorial orders of the day,
which occupied several minutes. The
general orders spoke of the beautiful
custom of decorating the graves of the
fallen soldiers, custom peculiar to the
United States alone, and commanded
that not a grave containing a fallen
hero be left ungarlanded. Rev. r. n.
Adams here arose and prayed eloquently
that the blessing of God might descend
upon the noble undertaking of COM
memorating the heroism and patriotic
devotion of the nations dead, that,
through the care of Divine Providence,
this custom might never be allowed to
lapse, and that the wives and children
of the dead heroes, and the members of
the G. A. R., might always be
under the protection of heaven.
Music followed. To-day This Hal
lowed Place We Seek" being rendered
by the memorial chorus of fifty voices,
directed by Capt. A. A. Kelly. Then
followed tribute to the unknown dead
on Southern battle-felds on behalf of
the WOmen's Relief corps. Numerous
floral offerings were also made in men,
DRY of the army nurses, the dead of the
First Minnesota, Oliver P. Morton and
many other individuals wh0 bore prom
inent and meritorious parts IN the war,
or who were especially dear to their
surviving comrades. A tribute, the
mention of which called forth pro-
longed cheering, was one in memory of
Gen. John A. Logan, but when an offer
ing was presented in memory Of Abra-
ham Lincoln, the roof was nearly sum
dered by the applause. These offerings
were contributed mainly by the
Women's Relief corps and the diff
ferent posts of the G. A. r.
The chorus song, ''Sleep, Sacred
Dust of Noble Dead" Immediately
after which the orator of the day, Rev.
DR.. D. j. Burrell, was introduced, and
spoke in substance as follows on 1.-The
Rights of the People,"
DR.. BURRELL'S GRAFTON.
The glory of the nineteenth century
Is its vindication of popular rights.
Time was when government was rep
resented by man with fortune gleam
ing IN a golden band about his head and
a whip of scorpions In his hand where
with to lash "the unshod people," but
we have come to better days.
Here the speaker rapidly sketched
the history of freedom in series of
panoramic views:
IA man is in carpenters shop; the
implements of his trade upon the bench
before him, chips and shavings about
his feet, no halo about his head to indi-
cate his divine character and mission,
man among men and pre-eminently
the friend of all such as earn their bread
by the sweat of their brow. Weary
with the days work, ne lifts his arms
above his head; the level rays of the
setting sun have cast shadow on the
wall; 1t is the shadow of cross. By
that token the carpenter of Nazareth
is destined to overthrow the founda
lions of tyranny and vindicate the rights
Of the people. The great movement is
Oh foot-it will meet with many an OBJ
stacle, many rebuff, but God stands
pledged to its ultimate triumph"
1.-THE mills of God grind slowly,
Bnt they grind exceedingly small;
Though with patience He stands waiting,
With exactness grinds He all"
l look again. A thousand years have
passed. We are in the meadow at Run
nymede. see an army with banners.
No sword is unsheathed, ana yet great
battle. The king, John Lakeland, is
there. The parchment is before them;
the inkhorn and stylus are at hand.
"Sign itp' "Must II" is the answer to
the command. There can be no yield
ing. The stylus is seized, is dipped in
the ink, and we have the Magma Charta,
that great instrument of civil liberty.
The British parliament is born this day.
and the right of Self-government eStab-
lished.
Two hundred years more have passed.
We are at HARLEM. Lawrence Costar
says to his little son, ''Let us walk into
the garden" Hand in hand they go.
The father has paused to cut some let
tiers in the bark of tree. A thought
strikes him-had he only known it,
types In this Way?' The art of print
ing is invented, no more slow writing of
parchments in cloisterS.
1t is 1920, in St. Botolph's town. The
ships are swinging at anchor, the sails
are all set. On the bow of the ship is
the name "Mayf1ower." She sails forth.
Mid-ocean is reached; there is meet
ing on board; John Carver is elected
governor; elected, not appointed. A
constitution is adopted lin the name of
God. Amen" Another great stride
forward. Another mighty victory. Pop
ular government is on foot. Ring the
bells! The unshod people are pushing
to the front.
1t is 1776, in Philadelphia. For weary
hours earnest men have been at work,
and at last the immortal Declaration of
Independence. There is an old man in
the belfry. A boy stands ready to give
the signal. The old mans heart mis-
gives him, but at last the bell sounds
forth it's heroic message.
l see again. An old man is swinging
on a scaffold. with his white beard ris-
ing and falling in the wind. 1t is John
Brown, of 0ssawattomie. Fanatical?
Crazy? Yes ;but the rafting of the chains
of 100000 slaves had unsettledhis brain
He died unwept, unhonored and I'M
sung, but the cause was not hanged
upon that gallows. We have pilloried
his name; we have suffered his brave
spirit to go unrecogniZed in the roll call
of our heroes; but the time will come
when his statue will stand in the mar
ket place. You men who were at the
front caught some of the courage in his
heart and the fire in his eyes when you
kept time in your marching to those
weird and homely. yet classic words,
"John Browns body lies a-mouldering