The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1897-07-31


MRS. JOHN ~. LOGAN.
pedestal, which in turn stanrs upon n
mound within which is a crypt for the
reception of Logan's remains, from
which position it is a dominant object
In the park.
Crowds began to assemble along
Michigan emu long before the eNer-
rises began. Stands lining the broad
th%oroughfare facing the monument.
and window space was at II premium.
AS / o'clock, the hour for the ceremo-
MES to begin, drew near, the jam be-
came a crush, but police precautions
were well taken and the people were
good naturcd. At about this time the
reviewing stand at the statue began
filling up with distinguished person
ages. Governor Tanner of Illinois;
Scotield of Wisconsin; Mount of Indi-
ana; Holcomb of Nebraska; Atkinson
of West Virginia, and suits were
among the first to enter, led by the
presentation committee. Secretary of
War Alger, as the presidents repre-
sentative, and the judges of the SUI
preme and circuit courts came next;
then Geo. r. Peck, the orator of the
day, and Sculptor st. Gaudens. The
Logan luHlllv were among Tie laSt 10
enter the stand.
The boom of the cannon on board
the revenue cutters Gresham, Fessen-
den and Calumet, anchored in the har-
Dor, announced the hour of / o'clock.
Then the Rev. Arthur Edwards deliv-
cred the invocation. Next Judge Hen
ry Bbdgett of the federal bench, on
behalf of the commission,
presented the statue to the state. At
the word, and as the cannons doomed
n salute, Jack H." the 5~-year-old
grandson of the BLACK Eagle" tugged
Mt the silken cord, the wells dropped
from the statue and the massed thou
sands sent up a mighty cheer, while !
steam whistles added to the din.
Then Governor Tanner, in a short
speech, accepted the statue i'll behalf
of the state and gave way to Orator
Peck.
Peck's Speech.
Illinois is proud and happy. Waiting
patiently for a fitting time, she opens all
her welcoming gates and bids the world
Here is the product of her soil, and here
she brings a mothers exultant heart to be
enshrined. This great city. the lake with
stretching outward to the west, and the
sky minel.ng light and cloud in an ever
changing picture, are Respondent witness
es of the scene. The event, the hour II
the men are historic.
Once upon a day like this. thu pulse OF |
summer was beating hot and fierce. when
z e. T f at l leader annd tel, as leaders san1e IN must ntrd fan,
whom it seems but yesterday. They re-
member the clustering pines, the thickets.
dark with the foliage of July, the Spires
of Atlanta wooing them forward, yet a lit |
tie farther, and they remember, too, as
they will remember always. tho message,
speeding like an arrow in Its flight. that
told how Mcpherson lay dead in his har-
ness. ere yet his fame had passed its
dawn. Surely. ! am not wrong in saying
that never was this nation in more deadly
see was left, like some great ruderless
ship. in the grasp of the storm.
of what avail are men," says Carlyle.
when We must needs have a MAN?" But
the MAN came; nay. he was already there,
flashing, as was his won't, in that imperi-
Gus way which soon to parley with fate.
July %, 1864. John A. Logan was born to
Immortality.
Here we place his image for all gener-
atoms. Here we salute the soldier, the
that, sublime moment when he took into
his keeping the flag, the issue and the
cause.
Anniversaries are harmonies; and. in OBJ
serving them, We set history to music. On
that day, none looked forward to this.
But time has a magician's hand, and when
- isho t'dIlSlcIIilGh IGdl lEIIlSS INTO |
dreams, touches the dreams, and straight-
way they are real again. Behold the
bronze ep!carina virumqne. to all who
of the past tho battle of Atlanta comes
back. distinct and clear. though then but
a weltering, struggle. The years give us
could not, when the smoke of battle was
over us. that devoted army-which was
the incarnate west-desperataly facing the
foe, while one great thought filled everv
ncart. 'lJGEAl Ia here Il In fhntr unp \
having no other refuge. they took conn,
sci Of faith. and bravely trusted that all
would be well II he guided their fortunes.
Art has a subtle vision. 1t worsh.ps
beauty and, therein. if we but knew it,
shows its wisdom. Poems and songs are
INKS which unite It to nature, and to hu.
things. 1t puts light and color upon can
vas, only that the picture may speak the
universal lahnguage; It shares ideals into
Bile those dreams of beauty that haunted
MN when he thought Of Marathon. How
can we eyer forget, while this brave figure
true minister of life? Its noblest concep-
tons rise from events which have moral
grandeur in them. from illum!ned mo-
highest exaltation Seeing that they are
beautiful. it keeps them SO forevermore.
And yet, art does not create beauty. but
only serves 1t. Tile CLEAN Of a sword, the
bright colors of a flag carried forward
with the advancing line. the depths of
eyes with the flanlo of battle in them
are true artistic Inspirations, but they in
spire only because they have a meaning
visible. not to sight but to insight.
The soldier in battle, does not conscious
~, arrange dramatic situations. When
John A. Logan summoned destiny, rode,
sabered and spurred, along those bleeding
lines. beautiful In the deep sense that
makes the heroic always beautiful, he lit
tie thought of the banners that wave for
him today. Goethe declared that genius
could always be known by its doing first
the duty that was nearest. 9TH readiness
is ALL" is Shakespeare's way of speaking
the same great truth. The Greeks be-
lieVed that ships, steered by the gods, al
ways came to port. hut the truer knuwl-
counts upon the practical skill of the
man at the helm.
That day at Atlanta had none of the ro-
surroundings which give artificial
renown to battle fields. No pyramids htd-
Ing. the grim scores of the centuries,
looked down upon them. IT was not Lodi.
where n general could dash across a
bridge to victory. There We're no narrow
paths to glory. 1t WAS breast-to-breast
lishtlng. s,lch as seldom comes in any war;
a confused mass struggling against an
enemy that was everywhere. And in the
midst of them was Logan, chief-not be-
cause of his epaulets, but because the
command has fallen on ore who knew
what to do, and could not breathe until IT
was done.
He is past all lattery Shall we call him
brave? Others have worngthat crimson
badge. Great men become types. The
DeODla 1fnp,a than, ottER Eyfty, tto ,.od,