Morning journal and courier., 1892-05-30

And the SorrOwful deeds that were dOne, Must yield to the larger, allstrengthen1ng That in race and in blood we are one.' indorse this with all my heart. and rejoice in in nn or Se and child, as pictured in the poem: 70 mother, what do they mean by the blue3 was asS Sssnd wna fem hsy es e sa ses
 As she bounded in from her play. The mothers eyes filled up with tears
 AS she turned to her darling fair, And smoothed away from her sunny brow
 Its treasures of golden hair.
 Why, mothers eyes are blue, my child, And the love we bear our darling one But what did they means' persisted the child; For saw two cripples today,
 And one Of them said he fought for the blue,
 And the other he fought for the gray. Now he of the blue had lest leg,
 The ether had but one arm,
 A9d both S seemed worn ana 1.1 weary ana a.na sao' rh tos Fsssses Sses n The M leg aas Was ost y in yGaeS ythe widerness @
 And the arm on Malvern Hill.
 They sat on the stone by the farmyard gate,
 And talked for an hour or more, Till their eyes grew bright and their hearts
 seemed warm,
 And parting atiast with a friendly grasp,
 In kindly, brotherly way,
 Each called on God to speed the time
 Uniting the blue and the gray.
 Then the mother thought of other days
 Two boys from her heart were riven- Hoy they knelt at her side, and isping, prayed, Our father who art in heaven;'
 How one wore the gray and the other the blue, How they passed away from sight. And had gone to land whers gray and blue
 Are merged in colors of light.
 And she answered her darling with golden hair. While her heart was sadly wrung, With the thoughts awakened in that sad hour By her innocent, prattlng tongue; 'The'b blue and the gray are colors or God; They seen in the sky at even, And many a noble and gallant soul Shall wear them united in heaven.'" All the same. while on earth, I quite agree with one who says, "There is need be relaxed into error. We are not to be ! deluded with the false glare of an affected, God knows which was right, and which 1 was wropg' Full we'll we know the diff ! ference" While once year flowers are strewn by loving hands on the graves of the dead, whether they wore the blue or the gray, it cannot be wrong for us to discriminate or make difference, so far as to remember that the former did, and the latter did not, die in just and right eous cause, and that impartial history will so teach from generation to generation | While there should be no wrathful mem- ory in any heart in all the length and breadth of the land, at the same time nothing should cause us to forget under ! which flag fought the men who, in the strength of God, preserved the Union. and kept it from disintegration and ruin.
 And here it is fitting that call afresh to mind the memory of one who was my friend and your friend; and hope no one will be harmed, even though should, in part, repeat myself. | No1ono1 Gooroa M Whita whoaa faca we had hoped to see among us to-day, fought nobly in the war for the Union. He quit himself like man, as all who knew him predicted he would. And ven. ture to say that those who knew him best | in those perilous times and those who have known him best through the increasing years9 look back upon him with the most love and honor. The man as he was stands before them-brave, heroic, every inch g soldier and worthy of higher rank and ! more distinguished honors than those con l ferred upon him. But of this he made nc plaint; he knew his worth; and you, hi. comrades in the war and in the Grand | Army post, knew it best of all. He wal ready to go through fire and through fooi in order to defend the old flag, and keel this nation from being broken into frag ments; and "braver spirit never steeret humanity"
 But they say he died at high noon ol Wednesday, December 23, 1891.
 Who dieda Colonel George M. White No, he did not.
 | ssThou wilt not leave us in the dust; Thou madest man, he knows not why; He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him; thou art just" Deada Colonel George M. White dead Is liberty dead? Is freedom deada Is tn memory of the holiest achievement tha ever crowned the ages dead. Not quite No more is any loyal Union soldier dead and our brother was loyal, was he not True to the nations highest good, as is tn was he not4 If you mean by dead that w siiall see his face no more and hear hi voice no more on this side of the river, grant it. But over there, over there how the veterans gather; how they throni about their old leaders and how they re vive the memories of the past; how the talk it all over in the wonder worldl Ant l you don't believe it? I do. And,. may ask, is there anything in the nature o mind that says I must not? Is there any thing in the revelation of God that says must nots An. but you say: "His religion I-what was ita" I don't know. It ma! not have been after my type or your type but God has types of his own. ! could fold his hands and gay: "Now lay me down to sleep, II Ipray the Lord my soul to keep; if should die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul to take." know this last is child's religion. also know that many a child's religion i better than that of a full grown mans ! And while here and now I reco9niz in the late Colonel George M. Whit one who could have led an army on to bat tie and to victory; one who held read pen; one whose public talks were gems o beauty; still no memory more sweet vii rest itself in my heart than this fact-tha when the silver cord was being loosed ant the golden bowl breaking, he had a though and purpose in his heart to say: ''Now lay me down to sleep,
 Ipray the Lord my soul 10 keep"
 Nor was that all. When his end scene, near he was heard trying to sing: 2 Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the pillows near me roll,
 While the tempest still is high" And once he said to his beloved wife: C never hear the name of Jesus without | thrill"
 l Soldiers! comrades! bless God to-da, for the life and work of one SO worthy Keep his memory green. Hold his nam and reputation in perpetual honor.
 And now may ask, and more especial. of the young, "Can we overstate our deb to the pasta Can we do too much to per petuate the memory of those who wrough nobly in their day and generations Man !; l died, some in prison, some in hospitals l some on fields of battle. And whethe g they sleep in known or unknown graves E honor decks the turf that wraps thei clay" And
 "While we are toiling in the sun,
 Those noble ones gone on before
 Are watching from the eternal shore The good work by their hands begun.''
 And you, friends, who have honored U
 with your presence, you, their comrade in the strife, you who survived the shoe and came home again, are not without 8 equal share in that ''good work" An shall we who look back with love an honor upon the dead forget the men wh took the chances of war and periled lii because, by the will of God, they are sti l in the land of the livinga Was it thei fault that they did not diet Were the not brave, true, loyala Did they not say "Good by, mother; good by, wife; goo by, children; good by, lover and friend we go to the front-go to fight under tn | 11l Sr %ho ufn and annaffnf