The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1895-07-25
THE RELIEF CORPS.
Gleanings from National Headquar.
terS---NOteS from Departments.
THIRTEENTH NATIONAL CONVENTION.

THIRTEENTH NATIONAL CONVENTION
Louisville Prepares Cordial Reception
Letter from Chairman of Committee
Libby Prisoners Tribute to Uric Dahl
gren-Aunie Wittenmyer Addresses the
| Endeavorers-The Ohio Banner-Patriot.
ism and the Flag Salute-South Dakota.
President.
| THIRTEENTH NATIONAL CONVENTION.
Past Department President Mary Ninekirk
Chief Aid of National President Emma R
| Wallace, writes as follows to the members oil
the Relief Corps everywhere, thus assuring
| them of a warm welcome when they go to
Louisville:
believing the Womans Relief Corps all
over the country would like to know what we
are doing for the entertainment of the En-
campment Of the GAR. apd w. re, / would
| like to say that the women OF Louisville, Con-
| federate citizen and Federal, have Joined
| hands in the determination to- entertain in a
| manner that can always be referred to with
pride.
"The Reception Committee has almost COM
pleted arrangements for dress reception and
ball at the Auditorium and carriage drive for
the delegates.
"The Lunch Committee is hard at work
over the preparations for lunch to be served
| the delegates during Convention.
The Decorating Committee are very en-
thusiastic, and promise something original all
this showing Kentucky will do herself proud
| in September.
wv. c. Whitaker Corps, 16, has taken on new
life, having added 80 members in less than three
months many representative ladies joining the
Corps.
I'VE have great deal of relief work to do, as
times continue very hard.
Whitaker Post and Corps are working in
harmony, and spend many pleasant evenings
together"
COL. URIC DAHLGREN.
veteran writing of the appeal of Mrs.
Madeline Vinton Dahlgren to the Grand Army
of the Republic to procure the restoration of
the record of Col. Uric Dahlgren, which the
present War Department fails to fnd," says:
There is no name more sacred to my men,
DRY than that of the lamented Col. Dahlgr
and this appeal will awaken responsive chord
in the breast of every defender of his country's
flag and his c0untry's honor.
Especially anyone confined in Libby and
Belle Isle on that exciting and memorable
night of March 2, 1864.
81 was one of the prisoners in Libby at that
time. We knew that our brave comrades were
marching to our rescue, and for a time we could
hear the din of the conflict in the distance.
1.-THE prisoners were properly organized in
companies of afties regularly differed.
Every detail of our escape was to be carried
out infinitely. Each room was to reach the
, street from its own floor.
Il was in the upper middle room. and was one
of the detail to batter ont the windows and
construct skid by which our room was to
reach the street below. This was to be done
by using some josts aud timbers that were
overhead.
Possibly had the gallant boy succeeded on
his part in entering the city, not one of Libby's
inmates would have been left to tell the tale.
ne rebels lnhuman and brutal intention
was to blow up the prison. having placed pow
der under the building for that purpose.
In prison We heard of the death of the gall
liant Col. Dab gren and the barbarous aud in.
human treatment of his lifeless remains
Words would fail to convey how sacrodly re-
we're the memory of the martyred Col. Dahl
gren. There is no sacrifice in my
power that l would not gladly and willingly
make to rectify this shameful and dastardly
outrage on one Of my countEy's noble and
gallant defenders, who sealed his devotion
with his LIES blood that this Union might be
preserved"
cHRIsTIAN ENDEAvoRERs.
The Junior Endeavor Society of the First
Methodist Church, Pottsdam, Pa gave a well
come entertainment to the elderly members Of
the church on recent Sunday, when an arch
of ripened grain spanned the platform, with
sheaves of wheat and growing palms at either
end.
On this occasion Past National President
Annie Wittenmyer contributed an original
poem, Growing Old" which follows
In the evening patriotic service was held,
when the arch was draped with the National
colors and flags were suspended from the gas.
brackets.
Me- yy;,.ornror rraa H. ...al. ~ A.
evening. She reviewed the struggles for Ma
tional Independence and the preservation of
the Union, and. in conclusion. said: The
monarchy is of men; the Republic is of divine
origin. Our Republic can supply all the
thrones of the old world, from the ranks of her
own citizens, with an ADLER set of yulers than
they now have. 1t is better that 60 600, 900
rule one than that one rule 60, 900, 900.
But the men and women who were the &C.
tors during the great civil war did not do your
work. That lies just before you. Listen to
the voice of God and you will learn what your
work is. You are living in a grand time; rise
to the full measure of your possibilities and
your lives will be sublime. You will not be do
ing your work by wasting your time in frivoli-
ties; not in the saloon; not at the gaming
table; not by feeding on the trashy reading
with which the age is cursed. A true Christian
character is the sure foundation of success
full life. Store your mind with useful knovl-
edge. Set the glorious flag flying everywhere;
lift it over every schoohouse. Teach your
children what it symbolizes what the prnc.
piles at the foundation of our Government are.
Danish the saloon keep watchful eye on the
character of the foreigner who seeks our shore
and yet refuses to uphold our treasured insti.
tutions. Eschew evil fear God, aud this Re-
public will continue to be what 1t now is, the
fairest among the Nations of the EARTH"
GROWING OLD.
By Annie Wihcnmver.
They tell me Pm growing old. my frienda
That my face is no longer fair.
That the lines Of Time are on my brow
Aud his white threads are in my hair.
But I'll tell you sweet. sweet secret,
strange and wonderful truth;
Though seem the while to be growing old,
I'm daily renewing my youth.
"a
drink from the healing stream OF life
Flowing out from The great white throne.
And God has given his promise sure
That He'll keep aud crown me His own.
Lies journey has been weary one,
Each IN estone has mark ed some sorrows.
And Satan has followed me all the way
To thrust with his poisoned arrows.
I've left some empty cradles behind,
My loved ones lie under the sod:
Weeping, 1 laid their bodies away
But their souls have gone up to God,
Yet they are still mine-I will claim my own
When / reach the haven of rest;
I'll lnd them all near the great white throne.
And will press them again 10 nay breast.
The swifter the rolling years 90 by,
The sooner this JOY will he given;