Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1896-06-01


decorated the mounds Of the fallen?
The text was Solomon's Song A: The
tower of David buTded for an armory,
wherein there hung a thousand buck
lers. all shields OF mighty men.
The Church is here compared TO an
armory. the walls hung with trophies o.
dead heroes. Walk all about ne tower
o. David. and see the dented shields ana
the twisted swords, and the ruSteo hci-
NETS Of terrible battle. So at this sea-
son. a month earlier at the South
month later at the North, The American
churches are turned into armOrles ana
adorned with memories Of departed
braves. Blossom and bloom, 0 walls
with stories Of seli-sacrifce, and pa
triotism. and prowessi
By unanimous decree Of the people
of the United States OF America, the
graves OF all the Northern and South
ern dead are every year decorated. All
scertity and bitterness have gone out
Of the national solemnity And as the
men and women o. the South one month
ago floralized the cemeteries and grave
Yards. so Yesterday We. the men and
women OF the North, put upon the
tOmbs OF our dead the kiss OF
PATRIOTIC AFFECTION.
Bravery always appreciates bravery.
though it igh, en- the other side; and If
a soldier Of the Federal army had been
q month age ar savannah. he would not
have been ashamed 10 march in The
floral PROFESSIONS 70 the cemetery. And
~ Yesterday a Confederate soldier was
at Arlington. he was glad 20 put sprig
or hearts ease on the silent heart of our
dead.
In a battle during our last war. the
Conrederates were driving back the
Federais. who were in swift retreat,
when a Federal officer dropped wound
ed One Of his men stopped at the risk
OF his life. and put his arms around the
officer TO carry him from the field.
Fifty Confederate muskets were aimed
at the young man who was picking up
the officer. But the Confederate cap
tain shouted: Hold, don't fire, That
fellow Is too brave 10 shoot" And as
the Federal officer. held up by his pri-
vate soldier. went Iimping slowly off the
field. the Confederates gave three cheers
for the brave private: and just before
the two disappeared behind a barn, both
the wounded officer and the brave pri-
vate lifted their caps in gratitude TO the
Confederate captain.
Shall the GaSDel
BE LESS GENEROUS
thar the world? We stack arms. the
bayonet o. our Northern gun fac
ing this way, the bayonet of the
Southern gun the other way. and
as the gray Of the morning melts into
the blue OF noon. so the typical gray
and blue OF old war times have blended
at last. and they quote in the language
of King James's translation without any
revision: GLORY to God in the highest.
and or earth. peace, goodwill to men"
Nov. what do we mean BIZ this great
observance?
First, we mean instruction TO one
whole generation. Subtract 1865. when
the war ended from cur 1896. and you
viii realize that vast number Of peo-
pie were born since the war. or were so
young as to have no vivid appreciation
No one under forty-One years of age
has any adequate memory Of that pro-
lOnged horror. Do you remember it?
'Well." you say. Il only remember that
mother swOOned away while she was
reading the newspaper and that they
brought my father home wrapped in
the flag, and that a good many people
came in the house to pray. and mother
faded away after that until again there
were many people in the house and they
told me she was dead"
There are others who cannot remem-
Der the roll OF drum or the tramp OF
a regiment, or a sigh or a tear of that
tornado OF Voc that swept the nation
again and again until there was one
dead in each house. Now it is
THE RELIGIOUS DUTY
OF those who 90 remember it to tell
those who do not My young friends.
there were such parungs at rail-car
windows aad steamboat wharves, and
at front doors OF comfortable hons as
I pray God you may never witness. On.
what a time it was, when fathers and
mothers gave up their sons, never eX-
pecting to see them GGasl, and never
did see them agaS. until they came
back mutilated. and crushed. and dead
Four years OF blood. -Four years of
hostile experience, collins, shrouds,
hearSeS. Girges. Mourning! mourning
mourning, IL was hell let loose. What
a time OF waiting for news, Morning
pager ana evening paper scru6nized
for intelligence from The boys at the
front frs, announcement Jhat the
battle must Occ-r the next day. Then
the ,SswS Of the battles going on. On
The following day still going on Then
news Of thirty thousand slain, and Of
the 1Lr.eS of the great generals who
had fallen. but no news shout the pri-
va.e soldiers. Waiting for news, At
ter many days a load Of wounded going
through tie town or city, but no news
from our boy. Then long list OF
wounded and a long list Of the dead,
and a long list Of the missing. And
among the last list, our boy.
When missing? How missing? Who
saw him last? Missing. Missing, Was
he in the woods or by the stream? How
was be hurt? Missing, missing,
WHAT BURNING PRAYERS
that he may be heard from. In that
awful waiting for 0ews many a life
persisted. The strain Of anxiety was
too great ThG, witc's brain gave way
that first week after the battle. and
ever and anon she walks the door o.
the asylum or looks ont OF the window
As though she expected some one 10
come along TIE path and Up the steps.
As she soliloquizeS. Missing. missingr'
What made matters worse, all This
might have been avoided There WIS