The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-08-27
MORNING JOURNAL

William bought his setting hens and his eggs, fixed a comfortable place for them, and In due course of time brought off his first broods. They looked fine and he was proud of them, but in a few days they began to droop and act some even turned up their toes. He called in a neighbor to view the situation and offer advice. They were surely a skinny looking lot and without much ambition. The old farmer carefully looked them over.
 What do yer feed 'em?" he asked,
 Feed 'em," said Bill, as if he had not heard quite right. Feed 'em! Why, I don't feed 'em anything. thought the old hens had milk enough for 'em,"
 Then there is another of us with reputation of being something of a champion of the rights of the working men. When he first began to be inter- ested in their behalf he vowed to see for himself whether their complaints were well founded or fictitious. One day in pursuing his investigations he chanc- ed to pass one of the big brick struct- ures in process of erection, for which this village is justly famous. He ob- served a laborer carrying loaded hod of bricks about to ascend long ladder He approached him and emphatically said:
 'tMy poor man, do you have to go up that ladder all day?"
 ''No, begobs," replied the working man. "Ofm half the time comin' down it."
 It is said that our comrade was so paralyzed by the answer that it set him back a whole year in this benevolent work
 Neither shall mention the name of one of our comrades recently married for the second time. During the honey moon himself and wife concluded to visit the theater in neighboring city one evening, and on approaching the box office he very properly inquired of his bride if she had a choice of seats in
 the house, whereupon she said, as they were now married she thought the family circle" would be the correct place.
 The dead never grow old Whenever we recall the figure of Walter H. Lord it will be to the most of us as he looked at our last reunion. We shall not so much think of him as he lay in his mar row, flower covered house in Lafayette street in New Haven as when he stood before us a year since
 Only the living change Our com rades who went down in battle or in camp are photographed upon our mem ories as young men. They were boys then, and boys they will ever remain to us and the homes that miss them. Comrade after comrade has silently | slipped away. Ah men, it is as if the | dead of our regiment stood behind us upon terraces; at the foot the immortal bloom of youth, then rank upon rank they rise in the level of the years each higher than the other, and we are wait | ing our places in the topmost tiers. Lord came to us in his youth. He 1 left us in his manhood. He came to us an unknown civilian he left us an ideal comrade. His conception of what an ex-soldier of the civil war should be was one worthy of imitation. It was | a practical one. To be courteous, to be | temperate, to be helpful, to be manly were resolves that he lived up to. Un- | blinded by the delusion common to many veterans that their service has given them a lien upon the nation whatever their character may be, he saw clearly that "a new king has arisen | which knew not Joseph" and that the
 day of sentiment for the ex-soldiel ended with the last generation. As
 was frequently with him during the pre-. | paration of your regimental history i (and here let me add this tribute to his
 worth, that whatever that history is
 it would have been far less without his aid), as I met him often for consulta tion, one thought was uppermost in hi:
 mind, and that was to do thoroughly
 and completely the work we were as
 signed to do. He realized that the ex 1 soldier of the Union is on trial to-day
 as ever before; on trial not by jury O
 a generation ago, who urged his enlist ment, employed him as a substitute paid him bounties, promised him mor' than the devil did our Saviour, but by a new panel of late years who, un biased and unprejudiced, calmly lool | the veteran over and measure him fo his present worth.
 Such, if I und erstani him, was Lord belief, and to that end he lived anc
 died Should such not be the ideal ain of us all? With that in view all re proach would cease, criticism not al
 ways unjust would be stilled and tn ex-soldier of the Union, whatever hi place in the affections of the American people as man, and as a hero.