The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1896-06-04

should remember too the long privations Of
| the march and the fierce shock Of battle, the
the wounded and dying on scores Of battle
fields, who moaned their lives away, under
the, stars; no one near to comfort or cheer
them. Shall we not think Of the brave
fellows who marched at our side. until you
heard the sickening thud Of the bullet that
crashed home to his heaat, or the ness
mate who went out on picket in the night
and storm, never came back; the general
you all loved so we'll who led the terrible
charge and whom the boys carried off the
field his life leaping out in purple Aood9
Yes, let us remember to-day all that is
generous, brave and good, but in Gods
good name let US bury in deepest oblivion
the vices Of the camp. Shall we again to.
day look into the clouds Of battle to see
how our brave soldiers die6?
Let usgo to the battle of Gettysburg in
the last dread hours Of that awful struggle;
a pause in the crash Of conflict; look at
yonder group Of citizens by tht road side,
the gray haired old man trembling with
age, his ear inclined intentenlly toward
the scene of conflict; the maiden red-lipped
and blooming; the boy with his blue eyes,
ruddy cheeks, torn straw hat; the mother
calm and self-possessed, all standing silent
and motonless listening, as with common
impulse, for the. first news Of the battle.
Listen, the far off shouts, the sullen roar
OF cannon, the crash Of the terrible musket-
ny, while far around the horizon is agitated
| by thousand echoes. What is that rush
| ing sound like the shrek of an ocean wave,
that fills the hold of houndering ship.
while she sinks into the loneliness Of the
sea?
Now distinct voices are heard, the clatter
is borne upon the breeze, the boy turns to
his mother and asks "who has won the
battle?" for every heart feels the account of
blood has been settled.
As the boy asks the question the figure
a soldier is seen issuing from that thick
cloud OF smoke; he bears comrade in his
arms, his steps totter, he staggers to and
fro, there is blood dripping from his breast;
they are backened with smoke and cover
ed with dust, but you can recognize the
blue uniform. He nears the group by the
road side.
"The battle! How goes the battle9" they
enquire as they eagerly press around.
The young soldier makes no reply, but
lays his comrade by the road side and lift
ing his head upon his knee, wipes the
blood from his face. "Comrade"
shrieked the dying soldier, lift me upon
my feet, l would see the flag once again. F"
He is lifted on his feet.
"Wipe the blood from my eyes, it is
dark!' The blood is wiped from his eyes.
u see! see! yonder see the flag! II is
dark, it is dark" and the young soldier
held in his arm lifeless corpse.
1 .srhe battle the BATTLE How goes the
!, battles And as the question again rang
in his ears the young soldier turned 10
Fthe group with a CHASTITY smile; "won!'
she cried, and turned and rushed toward
the field CT battle; but he had not taken a
dozen steps before he bit the dust by the
road side and lay extended in the face OF
day lifeless corpse.
So they died; SO died also thousands
throughout the lands
# Antietam, Chickamauga Missionary
Ridge to this day retain their bones and
are fertilized with blood Of your comrades.
!, (. Shall we not, mingle our tears with the
flowers we place upon the graves of oui
heroic dead9 1t would indeed be sadly
!, pleasing 10 recount here to-day the story Of
Il the. past, but, / am shure if our honored
dead could speak they would say to us,
I'Your message is to the living and you
duties, Comrades, to your country and
your God" G
Veterans, what does the old flag stand
for? You marched under her, you fought
!, under her starry folds and dyed her il
your blood. W 81
What is that you saye Old glory stands
for Civil and Religious freedom. Hold
are there not two forms OF human slavery
over which the>stars and stripes mournfully
droop to-day / refer TO enslaved labor
and the bondage of intemperance. The
representative laborer is vertically compel
led to make bricks without straw
Capital sits dressed in scarlet and fine lin
en- and fares sumptiously every day, while
labor begs in vain for the crumbs that fall
from the rich mans table.
When gold speaks in congress all tongues
, are silent. Combine shouts to combine
/. "Cut the wages''; Trust cries to trust
t "Work your men on Sunday" Corporation
E whispers to corporation, "Use the sweating
E SYSTEM; then altogether they laugh "Ah
| ha! There are no noble men, but million
ares. While across the sea Rothschild
rubs his hands in glee and chuckles, "Do
/. ish all right Iyoust furnish der none,
1 unit gifts compount interest off dose fellows
What recourse has the laborer?
= They srike? Yes, but when laborer goe'
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