The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1893-02-23


with love and reverence of thee to serve thee
with perfect heart so that when 1t shall please
Thee 10 call them unto thee their end shall BE-
peace.
We ask thy blessings on all assembled here
to-day They are all thy children, and Tor All we
ask Thy f1therly protection and benedietton
And bless our own land. May the hopes OF
all her founders and servants be realized May
her citizens recognize that national prosperity
without m oral nobility is as gem In the FORE
head OF SIX nll. that righteousness alone exalts
nation May liberty continue to be our pfesld-
Ing genI u.s. not liberty TO do wrong unpunished,
but liberty 10 listen TO the voice OF conscience,
| liberty 10 choose thee, o God, for our master;
liberty 10 excel in truth purify, honor, Integrity
Virtue duty. May America ever be the land OF
the brave and the home OF the flee. May this
great fabric never fall. Cleanse all the admins
tra1ions Of national affairs. May those in Office
be upright, hating deceit. May legislators UNI
selhshly and pair iOileally serve their country
and not their own ends. Take under Thy pro-
lection the President Of tile United States and
those dear 10 him and all who administer the
public affairs Of this vast commonwealth, the
Governor and officers OF this State and city, that
through them order may be preserved and peace,
right aud liberty be fostered. Lord, hasten the
day OF blessed promise when men shall truly
regard each other brothers, when hand shall
meet hand IN friendship and he speak 10 heart
in love; when swords shall be beaten into plow-
shares and spears into prunng-hooks when
there shall be learned no more war; when
shadows Of ignorance and superstition and
hatred shall have fed, and the bright light OF
knowledge, religion and love shall illuminate
mems minds: when all shall acknowledge Thee
as the oae com mon God and Father. thou who
art one ana Thy anne The one and eternal God.
Amen.
After music by the orchestra. Mrs. Ruth
f Newiapd Nj D. of San Francisco read
an original poem.
The choir sang sleep On, Beloved"
which was followed by memorial address,
delivered by Senator Goucher. BE spoke
as follows:
We are gathered here 10 lay upon the grave OF
James q. Blaine fresh garland of glory, plucked
from The war ID hearts Of seventy million Ameri-
cans.
In rendering this Uibute TO he illuSirious
dead, we have honOred ourselves IN selecting
! day mat cOmmc morates him who twas FIRST in
war. fist in peace and first In the hearts of his
! cOuntymep." Tie stricken pi recession Of I'M
! sheltered heads bowed forms and tear-sTained
faces OF other Americans IN Pennsylvania, IN
Maine and IN the District OF Columbia has not
passed unobseiyed by the greal-healted host
| who populate the Gold State. Dtyested Of
| partisan jealousy We lave assembled at Tie bier
OF great statesman, and from This solemn pres
| ence aud cOnSecrated spot We send across the
rivers, tie mountains aud The valleys TO the con-
| fines Of the roaring Atlantic assurances OF our
! sympathy aud the announcement of our sadness.
over our own hearts the sable, lowering piniOns
| Of SORROW have been spread, and their black
shadows have eclIpsed the California sunshine
IN our breasts.
We discover in the conclusion Of such sacred
message 10 our Eastern brethren, silent sum-
mons TO return our minds TO this occasion and
this place. Surprising vet pleasing is the dis
| cOveIy that when our minds concentrate again
u on this occasion and its cause, the desolating
touch OF sadness and SORROW begius 10 flee under
the pursuit Of a strange enjoyment. This feel
ing cannot be analysed except through the re
| f0Tcement which comparison may affOld.
None can stand on the seashOre and watch the
| distant incoming waves, their dancing crests
sparkling 10 The jewels that seem kisses stamped
| there by tile tender and sOfened light OF the
stars, without feeling happiness in the thought
that such beauty Will come rolling and smiling
ShorewaTd forever.
None can gaze upon the hillsides through the
sweetened air of springtme and Sc the manifold
! blooms that gr, az God has unfOlded like
| gorgeous carpet, without the enhancing refee-
tiOn that such vision Is TO be repeated through
countless centuries.
| n one can look III ward to the sublime heavens
| and feast his soul upon the distant diamonds
that seem Ike angel eyes, without rejoicing in
| to all time and all generations.
Inspired by these feelings that captvate the
| heart and command the intellect, it is apprO-
| pirate 10 seek their relatives in history.
| Whenever peril from without or within has
| appeared against our country, the emergency
| has always sent OUT in freedoms vanguard the
man or lie men for The hour. We have had our
| Warren and our Washington; We have had our
| Lawrence aud our SumIer; We have had our
! Patrick Henry and our Harry Lee; we have had
| our Winfield Scott and our FarTagut we have
had our Grant our Sherm and our Sheridan;
! and also our Webster, our Clay ana our Calhoun.
YET, to no heart pulsating on our soil has ever
| come uncOnSOlable sorrow that these men lived,
/ or that in he fuilness Of their years and their
| hOnors they bowed 10 heavens decree and di d.
In her great and matchless names may
| the supreme safety OF The stars and stripes and
| the unbrOken ramrarts that stand eternal guard
around the union of the States.
We may Then appropriately feel that, in ten
deTng our tributes 10 the great dead, We are
but lifting their names to an immortal station in
The clOudiess sky Of our nalI0n's love.
We may upon such occasion take selfish pay
menI for our own actions IN the reward for
which reason furnishes security that the un-
counted generations yet hidden behind the fu-
lures mystic curtains viii ever turn their patriot
eyes upon the name that We are: humbly striving
to distinguish to-day.
NJ ldtiou Ndii buSAdlH iAStll nitBBit sOlUe
source Of patriotism, which inspires the young
people Of the land. When the true American
| statesman IN the evening of his impaired
strength tuIns his failing eye toward the temple
| OF American liberty. and feels stronger beating
OF his dyrg heart, his patriotic hope will always
gather about the raiment which falls as gently
| as a snowflake and as welcome sunbeam
| from the shining names Of his cOuDtry's fallen
| and buried guides.
Without the name and record OF Washington
| how could we teach our boys the Inspiring les
| son which has sent our flag ike the rainbow of
/ promise before all liberty loving people on earth?
| Without Captain Lawrence how could we ex-
| plain TO our growing sons the story that flag
/ can fall which is supported by saIulatiOn com.
| Ing through frosts OF death as they seek to seal
| and lock the lips?
| Without Marion how could we hope that
| young American eyes would open like full
moons their memory lifts the great story OF
| bis sacrifices into a monument dedicated to the
cause Of freedom?
Without Webster and Clay. Calhoun and Cor
| win, Lincoln and Sumner. Benton aud Douglass,
where Will We 90 TO arouse The sleeping elo-
| auence Of the romping and smiling children,
| now our thoughileSs heirs, yet soon TO be our
| dguiied successors?
| And to-day let Us fEd enjoyment In the knowl-
edge that James Gillespie Blaine has risen above
/ death 10 The sublime station whence his bril-
| MAUI qudHies anu his uhtlIIDg QeVOuoD 10 the
| American Union will always send The blessing
| down to eectify the young American aud TO
| persuade him TO noble action.
( To the constellation Of great American men
we mast now consent 20 send It's newesi, II not
| indeed its best and brightest jewel. There let
| that name live, shedding the stimulating rays Of
| its own deserving upon The growing millions
which are TO lead this BaTion upward aud on
| ward 10 Undying fame
Some time In tanner hours 1t may be proper 10
! recall the fact That Mr.. Blaine was born in West
| Brownsville, Washington County, Pennsylvania,
| on January 81, 1880. Certainly 1t Is not inap-
| propriae 10 say that the Irish people whose
| blood and Drawn have been brave and free on
! every field that has heard the voice Of freedom
| for a thousand years, furnished Mr.. Blaine his
| honoied parenlage. But when he was born bis