Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-06-11
MIR. NEwMAN's ADDRESS
A Brilliant Tribute of Son of 9
Veteran

The address of Mr.. T. G.. Newman at
the G. A. r.. camp fire was one of the
best efforts of the encampment, gath
ering which brought together many of
the ablest men of Washington. In
accordance with the request of many
veterans who heard it, we publish it in
full. Mr.. Newman said:
AS representative of new genera
ton, IA generation whose eyes never
rested on a field of carnage, and whose
cheeks were never touched by the hot
breath of civil war, it affords me pc
culiar pleasure to respond on this occa-
sion.
Although many of us have grown to
manhood and womanhood since the
days of '6l, and have not experienced
the dread horrors of war, yet we have
seen its results, rejoiced in the victory,
and reaped its ripened fruits. In this
day of peace. this reunion of comrades,
when rough hands clasp hands with
the warmth of a caress and love looks
love to eyes that speak again, our
hearts beat in sympathetic unison with
yours to every sentiment of loyalty;
our tears mingle with yours over the
graves of the martyr dead, and we,
with you, love that union preserved at
such cost with a fidelity and devo-
ton adversely alone can prove.
In one of the great buildings of the
oity of Rome is large hall, upon the
walls of which are displayed the flags
of the different natsons. On certain
days the school children are shown
these flags and taught the history of
the countries which they represent.
One day there was little American
boy among the number for the first
time. The instructor pointing to the
flags, said: "Thls is the flag of Turkey,
here Is Austria, next is the lilly of
France, this is the Russian bear, and
here, children, is the great British
flag The little boy gazing around
the hall with wide-eyed wonderment,
yet questioning look, said: ayes, but
where is the flag of my country?"
"What is your country?n 1.-THE United
States, sir" The instructors eyes
filled with tears as he answered,
"When you look for your flag you
must look up, little boy. Your flag, by
the action of your countrymen in the
war of the Rebellion, was lifted above
all other flags in the world, and there
it is, away up there is the flag of your
country" And, raising his eyes, the
boy saw suspended in the dome the
stars and stripes, as fair, as proud, as
triumphant as though bathed in the
sunshine and kissed by the winds of
his native land. That boy has gro wn
to manhood now, but you, my friends,
who preserved the integrity of the
Union, and have given It to him and
to his generation as priceless heritage,
you are not forgotten.
In the presence of the actors of the
drama, more fortunate than Moses,
who, having gone through the wilder
ness, was only permitted to look from
afar upon the promised land; in the
presence ofyOu having achieved the vic |
tory of war are now reaping the har- |
vest of peace, it would be presumptu-
Gus tospeak at length of that protracted |
struggle, in which many present took /
so active and manly part. Were its |
history not already engraven in your
memory | would leave it to the pen of |
the historian.
Let us rather pay grateful tribute to |
the memory of onr hOnored dead who, |
instead Of being enrolled in your Grand !
Army of the Republic, are treadlng the !
golden streets of the Celestial City in |
the Grand Army of the Lord. We
honor you and them not alone for feats |
of arms, not alone for hard won vic
tories on the field of battle. nor alone
because they toiled, suffered, bled and
died, but because of the principles for
which they fought. at Is the cause,
and not the death, that makes the
martyr 1t was principle alone that
distinguished the blue from the gray
the loyal from the disloyal.
They died to keep inviolate that
union our fathers wrested from the iron
hand of oppression and consecrated
with their lile's blood. They died to
maintain the grand principle that
all men are created equal, and endowed
by their Creator with the inalienable
right to life, liberty and the pursuit of
happiness; the principle that found |
birth in the Declaration and achieved
frultion through the civil war.
The dear ones left at home saw YOU
march proudly forth amid waving flags
and the huzzas of the populace to the
soul-stirring music of fife and drum. |
Their hearts were with you on the
lonely beat in the still night, upon the
weary marches, and for you their pray
ers assembled midst the roar of battle
The angel of death passed by; bountiful
was the harvest. Yes,
'They fought the battle bravely, and when
the day was done,
Full many eorse lay CHASTITY pale beneath
the setting sun"
Some lie on southern battlefields, far
from the homes of their childhood,
with no stone to mark their burial
place. Some rest upon the banks Of the
''silent Potomac. Some peacefully
sleep in our quiet cemeteries, their
graves tended by grateful hands and
watered with the tears Of affection. As
so beautifully expressed by Col. Robert
q. Ingersoll They sleep in the land
they made free, under the flag they
rendered stainless, under the solemn
pines, the sad hemlocks, the fearful
willows and the embracing vines.
They sleep beneath the shadows of the
clouds, careless alike Of sunshine or of
storm each i'm the windoUleas MALAGA