Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1897-06-01

Jean DArc, The savior of her countr.
! and the inspiration OF her soldiers!
poor peasant cir, at the head of her arm
: burned at the stake by an ungrateful M
ton. All glory TO such martyrdom. al
honor to such womanhood.
Washington, the statesman and soldie
of our nation in its struggles is a hero o
our liberty and our fatherland. His wa
the hope of freedom and republic.
need not tell you of his bravery. his pa
'triotism and hardships. They are cher
ished at every fireside. every schoolbo,
sings of him and steamers passing Mt
Vernon toll their bells. war vessels sa
| lutte with cannon the tomb of the father
/. Of our country. the first President of oul
republic.
Abraham Lincoln the greatest heart Of
our Civil war need | tell you that the
love and sympathy of his loyal breast
was a panacea for the ills of our nation
the anxiety of the people; that his broad
shoulders bore all burdens, that his kind
! soul yearned for the peace of the Union
| and the happiness of his countrymen To
| make him a hero? His firm but gentle
| craftsmanship, his modest yet judicious
| deality of honor and duty. his profound
| sacredness for all that is noble and good
| inauguarated measures which changed
| the fate of living millions. of tens of mil
| lions yet unborn. What universal sorrow
! was expressed in every hamlet of our ma
| ton when that beloved man was assas-
1 sinated at the height of his honor. In
| every home. grief was the theme of the
| hour and all wept for him who had wept
| for every soldier. every widow, every
| mother.
| The impershable tenets of honor and
| duty that emanate from the tombs of our
| forefathers are nurtured by every hearth
| and cluster about the shrine Of liberty
| and freedom. Friends here are the he
| roes of emancipation; the defenders Of
our Union. Look upon their SCARED
| bodies. think of their comrades sleeping
| the peace of the grave, then tell me we
| owe them no respect, Behold the relics
of their sacrifice. the marks of their suf-
fering the tokens of their devotion,
When the greatest anxiety invaded the
government and the people. when dark,
| forebod!ng shadows dspeled the bright
ness of hope, they stood firm and reso-
| lutte, ready for duty, faithful to their
cause and country.
Every nation has its fatherland its
standard and its heroes. Oh. Proud
Anne rican Union. Stars of glorious
nationi Pride of millions! Yours is the
gift of a brave ancestry. of these heroes.
the hope of grateful posterity. Amer
lea. the cradle Of liberty! Swaying in the
throes of tyranny. rocking above the
quakings of oppression. firm and uncon-
quered on the precipice of colonial sub
lugation the strength of our fatherland
brought thee back to the shores OF union
and. fashioned in rude yet how noble
architecture made thee the birthplace of
your illustrious fathers and GRANDPA theirs
Win a devotion ana Sacrlticp Dorm OF the
immortal love of freedom. Freedom that
was exiled from the tyranncal shores of
mother country and kindled into flame
by the hardships of making new faith
erland.
This freedom was the flaming torch
that liberty held in her uphfted hand TO
guide you to the harbors of national
love. Proudly you hailed the flagship
union as she sailed the calm waters of
peace. Fondly you watched our infant
republic nurtured in her now cherished
cradle of liberty. Soon our noble Ship
of States was grounded on the shoals of
oppression. Aganfhe cradle of your hopes
was trembling and shaking in the throb-
bings of civil strife. But you heroes of
81 bravely pushed our ship from the
sands. With as much zeal and patriotism
as your ia theirs struggled for freedom.
you quelled the angry tones of slavery
and built our fatherland broader. grand
err nobler still that now she may with
stand the rumblings of foreign and civil
interest with no fear of aiSlodgment
from her pedestal of greatest strength.
honor and humanity This is your gift,
veterans. to us your posterity to protect
and keep.
Where is the spirit of our ancestors. the
patriotism that bequeathed liberty TO
every American son? The world laughs
to scorn he who Is not inspired made no.
bier, better from the patriotism of a. and
81. Seliishness gnaws at the bond that
uniteS man to man. personal gain often
turns a helping purpose from honor TO re-
morse. let Sordid ambition never destroy
our faith in and love for our fellowmen.
Pierce selfishness with the flaming torch
of nobility, rcbuke dishonor with the
sanctity of patriotic love! For long after
the evil and petty assaults Of selfish men
are buried in oblivion, humanity Will
bless and honor heroes such as these.
Veterans you have climbed the hill of
life mid the trials and sorrows that be-
fall all humanity; in the midst of your
ha IF a m IN
was yet in view aglow with the sunshine
of hope. when the air-castles of youth
were beginning to pale before the stern
er experience of manhood, you were
called to forsake all your plans all your
hopes. to turn from ambition TO duty
call. Your country's defense. your coun-
trys honor We're at stake and like Gin
cinnatus you left your plow and Went to
avenge her wrongs. Like men you need
ed the call like heroes you fought like
martyrs you suffered. Your comrades
were not fated to reach the summit;
some of them fell by your side in battle
with a cheer for victory upon their lips.
others left your ranks for the hospital
and prison mid the tears of friendship;
many were cut off in the bloom of life
wt.h no loved ones near to cheer them
to an early grave. Struck down in the
morning of life and are now sleeping out
the years of their manhood that. but Tor
the fate of n soldier might be towers OF
statesmanship to the needs of our coun-
Try today, But oh. what monuments of
sacrifice, Are they not more to be re-
yered.
on the 18th of last April We lost one of
your hcartiest supporters. one of the
grandest men that ever graced the halls
of Congress from the State of Maine.
Our State mourns her loss our Union
grieves for her noble son. our Union sol
iiers weep for him who was ever ready
to defend their justice and their rights.
As long as there are comrades to tell the
old stories, keep bright the fires of SYM
patty and friendship in your posts let
no worldly strife. let no selfish motive
sever the bond of the bond of the G. A.
r. Live in the brotherhood of love, cher
ish the memory of kindred sacrifice, duty
and honor Let the stars fall from i'm
mensbty of space. let planets tremble In
their orbits; nations may cast up the dust
and decay of years on the shores or
time worlds may grow from embryonic
| nebulae into grandeur to take their
| places in the orbits of the universe, but
your patriotism will never die.
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