The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1892-06-30
LOYALTY IN UTAH.

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From the mass of vouminous and beautiful
reports Of Memorial Day which have been for
waried TO National Chaplain Clara Barton, a
Washington. she has selected the report from Uiai
an illustrious example OF what the loyal women
OF America are doing 10 extend and perpetuate The
principles Of Union and patriotism throughout this
great land of ours. The National Chaplain herself
says: We have sometimes heard il questioned II
Utah were loyal 10 The Government. The follow
ing letter from Matte Adair Gardiner. Chaplain
Of John A. Dix Corps, W.RC.. goes to prove that
It's women, at least, loyal to the memory OF
those who died for il and its noble Orders OF mcr,
who united with them In their beautiful de,noustr,,-
ton are an honor to patriotic manhood"
oGDBH, UTAH. June, 1892.
To the NATIONAL CHAPLAIN. W.R.C.
DEAR SISTER: Our Memorial Day services and
procession one of the iiDe-t Of its kind ever
held In Ogden. Utah. This year was In advance of
any year previous, which shows the growing pa
triotism OF the people. The President labored m
earnestly place the children a prominent
feature in the work After the graves were airewn
with flowers by the little ones, little Miss of eight
Summers. Beth Gardiner. rected the poem,
" You Put no Flowers on My Papa. Grave very
sweetiy. many an eye paid the tribute OF tears.
John A. Dix Corps is flourishing. Ellen Thomp-
and her able officers shoulder 10 shoulder in
this great. great work. They truly deserve praise
All they know about tic work is from the book !:
most Of them never having been outside Of Utah,
Mormon born AMI it is surprising how untiring
they la the work The week before Memorial
Day they tramped the mountains over for flowers,
1T being impossible TO get them In the city. We
also sent To California for some. but when they
arrived they crushed that they were use
less. We Obliged TO depend on wild flowers,
which grow in rich proitisou in the mountains.
When the flower ga!herers came into the hall re.
marked, How tired you look. my dear girls"
They laughed and answered, We are always girls
with Nrs. GARDINER; we never grow old III this
Corps, and we think 1t an honor to do anything for
our dead" Truly band of brave women who.
indeed, thought il an honor TO cover our noble dead
with beautiful bowers.
Memorial Day opened clenr and cool, notwitli-
standing The inclemcncy Of the weather of the day
before. Al an early hour the people of Ogden and
vicinity commenced 10 gather on the streets. Places
OF business were closed The procession formed
was the iarges: in Utah TO honor
dead. The division WAS headed by the Depart
ment Commander and his staff, mounted and
comprised the knights of Pythias Lodges. Juvenile
Drum Corps. Grand Army Of the Republic, Sons OF
Veterans, Patriotic Order Sons of America, 300
Sunday school children. L. o. Q. +. Lodges, Select
Relief Corps Daughters OF Rebecca, Pythian Sis
ters Mayor and City Council, citizens in carriages.
-MatiieAdair Gardiner Chaplain, Corps
FOUNDER OF THE GAR.
The following poem from the pen of Clara ii.
Bureigh, Junior Vice Department President of
Massachusetts. W.RC., read before the remnant of
the first Jar. Post. Decatur, H.. organized by B.
L. Stephenson. founder OF the Grand Army of the
Republic their Silver Anniversary, should have
IN MEaoRIAM.
Fed by dissolving ice and SHOWS
The full S.ngamon River flows.
With many curve, and current free,
1t iinstes impetuous, to The sea.
On sloping banks the cowsiips' gold
Doth now. in April, cheer unfold;
Aud all the fringes Of the stream
With deep'n ming vcrdure dip and gleam
Thiiher. beside the sparkling wave,
We seek, la thought an humble grave,
Aud poor Offering shall DO
The mmortelles OF memory.
To him, whose name we bless this hour,
Was given q prophetic power;
lie wisely planned, in generous mood,
Tie strong and loyal brotherhood,
In which the veterans of our land
Stand heart TO heart, and hand In hand.
He kindled first the flames divine
Which now in countless Campfres shine;
His voice first sounded the keynote
or that grand hymn, which. winged, doth float
With message sweet, from sea to sea-
The anthem OF fraternity!
After ife's struggle bravely borne
Midway he faliercd weary, worn,
Aud twenty April suns have shed
Their radiance Ger that lowIy bed.
No marble shaft, no column hgh
His deeds may binzon to the sky,
hut history his i1,me enshrnes
On pages fair In golden lines
And thousands gratefully commend
Their DeneGctoT, comrade, friend!
Beside Sanganion's CHANGING wave
We seek, in thought, o-dny his grave.
There sounds the lark n bug,c clear,
His sunrise reveiile we henr;
There every minstrel of the Spring
Eostatic soars on rustling wing,
And. mid the murmur and the hum,
The partridge beats his muffied drum.
o generous soul o spirit brave!
Thou art not fcttered by the gravel"
Yet 'er the dust atrow Tor thee
The iminortelles Of memory.