The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1894-05-31
AT SIMPSON TABERNACLE.


AT SIMPSON TABERNACLE.
The Parade, the Addresses and the
Services.
The parade formed at the corner OF
Main and Fifth streets and started at 2
O'Clock prompt. following the itinerary
which had been advertised. 1t was
made up OF:
Mounted squad of police, headed by Chief
Two platoons of foot Officers, commanded by
| Captain Roberts.
! Grand martial and staff.
A battalion OF the seventh regiment N. g. c.,
Maj. M. l.. Starin commanding.
Boys brigade, Col. E. K. DanforIh com mand-
| ing
| Stanton post, J. A osgood commander.
kenesaw post, N. ID. Munsey commander.
| Logan post. q. Wash commander.
Frank Bartlett post, Z. W. Stern co nmander.
Sons OF Veterans, J, O. kolf commander.
The ladies of the w. r. O. and Il. a.
| X. joined the process ion at the cor
ner OF Sixth and Olive streets, and they
| were so numerous ae to materially
lengthen the parade.
Long before it reached Simpson tab
ernacle, large crowds OF people had been
pouring into that spacious church, the
auditorium having been reserved ex.
clusively Tor the members OF the Grand
| Army, and when the galleries were
filed to overcrowding. further access
was refused to the tabernacle. The in
| terror was one mass OF stars and stripes,
and the rostrum was loaded with flow
ers. 1t took quite a while before all the
seats in the auditorium were filled, but
as soon as this was done, the impressive
exercises were insugurated by bugle
calls by Comrade o. Thomas.
The Lorelei club, composed OF Misses
Elizabeth II. Kimball, Mary L. Young,
Alice H. Eaton ond Edith Gardner "a ny
Lead Kindly Light.
Major Daniel Jones, president of the
day. then read the general orders, and
the Lorelei quartette gave Arrow and
the Song.
Rev. Will A. Knighten made an i'm
pressive and loving invocation which
was listened to with reverent attention.
Then came Mrs. Kate Upper Gslpin,
who delivered an address to the boys of
'94 about the boys OF '6l. Mrs.. Galpin's
voice is very clear, and she was heard
without any difficulty whatever through
out the large tabernacle. She is very
good speaker. and her address was 80
much relished that she was many times
forced to pause because of the applause,
which she received at telling passages.
Mrs. Galpin said:
A year ago l was in bleak Michigan
village. The timid wild flowers had
scarcely budded; the plants of the gar
dens blossomed sparingly, and each
struggling flower was watched with anx-
ious solicltude. The single cluster of
bloom on the potted gersnium. the
lonely Gala lilv, even the sad-colored
leaves OF the foliage plants which under
our skies assume the hues of flame, were
gathered together to be again 80 placed
that the soldiers graves on the bleak
hillside might not seem to be forgotten.
To my California eyes the scanty supply
OF bloom, the dull colors seemed pathet-
ic, pitiful almost. Yet the spirit OF self
sacrifice, of reverence and of patriotism
was none the less manifest than in our
own lavish floral offerings today, as those
old placed flower on each grAss-grown
mound saving. This do in memory of
the deeds that we're DONE" and those
younger placed blossom at each simple
headstone, saying, This | do in rever-
ence for them that are dead, though
their deeds l do not remember" A
generation has arisen since the war who
have no memories of the struggle.
A gay procession, with music sound
ing, hags waving. crowds surging, as the
boys OF '6l prepared Tor the conflict; q
dark morning. with tears in the sky. as
q sobbing mother and children 90 slowly
down the lane and stand in the dreary
dampness to watch q father out OF sight
over the hill, on his way Ito the war; )"
a midnight awakening to see with womb
ering. terrorfl eyes the mother sit
Ia
stained face over the paper on the table
before her, and to hear In answer to the
question, why. mamma, what is the
Inatter?' the agonlzed cry, 20, my
child, my child, Old Abe is dead !" the
return of nsigh boris boy mortally
wounded, his subsequent death and
military funeral; this ia what the war
meant 20 me.
Months OF privation, days OF dreary
ma ching, nights OF loneliness and dis
couragement, battles, prison life,
wounds, death OF comrades, heart-sick
weeks in comiortless hospitals, this ia
what it means to some of YOU.
The giving up OF father, sons or BROTH
ere, years OF anxiety, OF hope deferred,
and care, days OF dread only eQualled in
pain by the nights of sleepless agony
that followed, weeks of waiting waiting
until your sick heart found its worst
ears realized in the death OF the hero
whose fate had been 10 anxiousy fol-
lowed-that Is what it means to others
of you.
The preservation OF the union and the
freeing OF 100000 human beings from
the bonds OF slavery by means of an
heroic struggle in which the bsst blood
of the land was shed-this ie what it
means to us all.
A civil war in which one half OF
great republic took up arms against the
other, not in defense of principaIities,
but in defense OF principles is
what it means to the world.
0, the marvel of that conflict How
little the boys OF go knew themselves!
Did they love their country? They per-
hsps mad never asked Themselves that
question. They could not have answered |
IL ii they had. The passive months
moved on aimlessy, as do the months
of most young men. Suddenly they |
realized that their country was in dan
ger. Dissolution, ruin and disgrace |
threatened 1t. Then they knew by a |
divine awakening that love OF country |
was greater than love of parent, brother,
child or wife-stronger than love OF life |
itself; that love of country includes all |
other loves. How true they were to |
this great love. the years that folio we'd |
attest. How much they sacrificed for |
it, the graves you have today atrewn |