The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-05-31

men the voices of the children brol.
y y INTO glad song, LET the Hills ard
| valleys Resound." '''N
commander Byron Phelps then intro
| uuced Celeste Langley Slausop. who re-
-. . Win hne evolutionary effect the fol.
,oshg poem, entitled Soldier, Sleep"
~ .ne silence folding all the May about your
uoer thoughts Of loved ones, holding all their
=, =. love yet around you Green,
- sne Roses silent message, like a perfnme In
tho dark, "a
ioAows through the shrouded passage, which
u our loving hands shall mark,
""Ae NOT 10 take the token which thy country's
a., heart will keep.
AL 'ny memories unbroken, but sweeter for IL.
soldier, sleep
"nsh the hurting bullets scattered through
~, your Tanks. unfiinched you stood;
Aah' ZOOS weapon, might be shattered. but
zoo cause remained ~ good;
strange that bad-sown seed should gather into
o. mowers year after year;
o'iAnse lnat they VINO served in clamor should
-, such silence one day reap,
All uhmoved by gory's glamor! Better for It.
soldier, sleep
"sVsf sweeter were their slumbers, In their old.
:. time cradle bed;
Never greater were their numbers. .inc. IN,
- nation counts her dead;
NeVer were their campires brighter than the
:. glow worms little lamp;
Ne'ef were their low tents whittier than the green
=. ones now In camp;
never picAet guards unbrokeu q this silence.
guardful, deep;
Where the only watchword spoken vhisna,.
gently, soldier, sleep.
Lay the roses OF the summer on each green
mound one by one,
fsms hath not newer conner, who such
glorious deeds hath done
Aime nath not, in all his castle, huilded stone
by stone, OF years,
men more brave than freed the vassal, men
more worthy grateful tears
feace De to each green dwelling, rest above thy
siumbcrs keep,
Loving hands, through flowers, are telling
now they love thee, soldier; sleep.
when all these comrades shall have followed,
where the army dead hath passed.
May 1t ind them sweetly sleeping, as tho heroes
now in camp.
Then wake them not, to take the token, which
their country's heart will keep.
Noble memories unbroken; but sweeter for It,
soldier, sleep.
AS soon as another well-rendered song
was given James Leddy was introduced as
the orator of the occasion.
The first ten minutes of Mr.. Leddy's
speech was greatly marred by q crying in.
FAINT in the gallery. This grew to be such
an annoyance that Judge Richard Osborn
arose and said:
Iwant to hear what Comrade Leddy has to say
and request the person in charge OF the hall
to have that infant put out
The infant was carried ont of the build
Ing. The Rev. l.. G. Moss took occasion
to request that the children in the choir
and those Of larger growth should also
remain quiet SO that those who desired to
listen might do so.
The following address was delivered by
Mr.. Leddy:
Comrades, veterans. ladies' and gentlemen: Today
our hearts entwinc the hallowed yesterday. Tho
whisperings OF the dim and historic past make
our spirits reel, and cloud the memory with the
grandeur OF gloom. A mighty panorama OF
shifelng scenes before the vision appears and
thrills the senses with mingled rapture and
sadness In the crucibls OF war the principles
of right and might were tested and tried and
mans liberty shapened and nodded into form.
Resistess legions of heroes swayed to and fro
like the tossing OF waves on an angry sea, and
cleaning sword and glistening bayonet shone
in tho summers sun. Engines OF destruction
belched forth their horrible messages and
brought back tidngs OF carnage and death.
Hosts of spirits brave fed the earthly habita-
ton Of the dead and rose like fragrant incense
to their Maker, and wall and lamentation rent
the air. At last atonement came and the hand
of the Almighty stayed the sacrifice OF blood,
and therainbow of peaos shed its efYulgcnt rays
over . grief-stricken people Today we do
honor to the deathless dead.
IT'S memory's morni o comet and while the
rosy footed May steals blushing on, together let
us tread the morning dews, and gather In their
prime fresh-blooming flowers to decorate the
graves OF the patriot dead. From worldly en-
terprse ami thought the mind set free and
summon all the faculties OF the soul In honor
of the heroism OF those We mourn Come, oh
breath, from the four winds laden with songs
of eternal praise to the nations heroic blest.
The mountains bow in silence and the turbu-
lent sea is still in remembrance OF the brave
deeds of those who In glory fell. The sweet
scented flowers In natures garden shed their
rich perfume and pearly tears, the willow and
the cypress bend their so-rowing heads in
tender memory of those whose anthems We
sing, and the sad notes OF the birds In harmony
blend and soar to the throne where the spirits
OF the immortal dwell
Today we consecrate ourselves to the nation 8
dead; made sacred by the hallowed memories
of q gloomy past From every battlefield and
grave all over this broad land, where valor
sleeps, the sweet and tender thread of memory
weaves her golden chain around on. hearts, and
trickling tears moisten our cheeks as we bow
our heads in silent grief.
The brave men whose memories We this day
honor and revere were not OF royal lineage or
birth, but fresh from the hand of God; they
we're greater and graEder than royalty-nature's
noblemen, in the flower of manhood-America s
best; and with the chaplet OF liberty upon their
brow more beautiful than monarchs crown,
gave their lives in freedoms holy cause.
They made a welcome sacrifice of their lives,
not for merceuary motive, conquest or worldly
fame, or at the beck of monarch's will, but from
simple duty and patriotic love for country aud
her fag aud that liberty and union might
dwell in harmony together
Their illustrious deeds will shine undimmed
on history's page, and their immortal names
will live in the hearts of the nation while
memory lasts and gratitude exists.
The nation livesl Constitutional liberty
reigns! American unity has been established!
Every human being under the flag Is king
Peace exists within our borders ana with foreign
nations Toll is rewarded ana the music OF
in tustry is heard all over the land. We are the
richest country under the sun in everything
which makes up the sum of human happiness.
Nature has supplied our every want with lavish
hand The arts and sciences find here resting
Mace and knowledge and literature home.
The world is on the eve of pouring into our lap
the richest treasures Of earth from every cline,
and every invention which springs from the
brain of man will soon be witnessed by admiring
thronSs of people at the Columbian fair, in that
magnificent city which rises in her beauty at
the head OF the lakes.
Have we not good reason to boast that we are
American citizens living IN the nineteenth GEN.
turvs Yes, but alas; the memories OF the past
rise before us like a dream Our nations gran
aeur. the Loyalty of her people. the love for her
K,,ssa those