Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1897-05-08

ton, which we pray for with good speed,
wall be the nations greatest glory.
New York holds in its keeping the pre-
cious dust OF the silent soldier, but his
achievements, which he and his comrades
wrought for mankind are in the keeping
OF seventy million American citizens, VINO
will guard the fame of the sacred hero for
ever ana forever.
A vast crowd istened with the clos
est attention to the presidents words,
at intervals breaking into cheers.
At the conclusion amid renewed
cheering Colonel Fred Grant stepped
forward and shook his hand. Then the
Star Spangled Banner was played,
after which General Horace Porter was
introduced by the mayor as the orator
of the day and was accorded a warm
reception.
General Porter's Speech.
General Horace Porter. orator Of the
day. delivered an eloquent eulogy on the
man with whom he was so intimately as
ISOLATED during the war. In conclusion he
said: "He reached the highest pinnacle of
human destination. The record of his
deeds rise 10 the sub.imity of an epoch.
The story OF his life Is worthy of the con-
temptation Of ages. lie needs no euiOsis ts.
his services attest his greatness. He old
his duty and trusted TO history fer his
need OF praise. The more history discuss
es him the more brilliant becomes the lus-
ter Of his name. He was a natural lead
er. He was a born commander. He was
one of the men who marked the hours,
while others only sound them" No one
can rend him of a single laurel, no one can
lessen the measure Of his renown. He hob
generations will be illuminated by the
brightness OF his fame. 1t is not necessary
for his renown that this monument should
true monument. His fame viii stand inn
mortal when granite crumbles and cpl
taphs vanish. In this tomb. which gener-
osity has created and which his services
have sanctified, his ashes Will henceforth
rest, but his true sepnlcher is in the hearts
of his countrymen."
behalf of the city Of New York. In the
course of his address 1t was suggested that
henceforth every steamboat passing In
either direction on the Hudson river. toll
rendered the country by the silent sol
der who sleeps within these granite
walls" ~
The Hallalujah chorus from Hendels
Messiah and the "Doxology" conclud-
ed the ceremonies at the stand.
Where the Tomb Stands.
Riverside Park is. indeed, a fitting
place for the tomb Of a hero. Nestled
OH Ike OdIihS VI liit tAhuSoh 70 SCIlS W
lift itself up from the smoke and brim
of the scenes below to a purer atmos-
phere. Massive walls Of gray granite
that from the river look like lows of
parapets guard the park on the river
front. The steep incline is thickly
wooded and only here and there can
the gray rugged sides OF the hill be
seen from the river.
From no other point In the city can
such a view be obtained as from River
side Park. For twenty miles the placid
Hudson can be seen vending its wind
ing way to where the tall mist-covered
Palisades blend with the western hori-
zon. On the Jersey side il old Fort Lee,
the ferry house n dainty villas that
dot the banks and look like Swiss chal-
cts nesting in the warmth of the Al
pine summer. with M grim. snowy
peaks to cast q shadow on their rural
lovliness. On the bosom Of the Hudson.
palatial pleasure yachts. f~erry-boats.