The Newtown bee., 1898-06-17

morning when you awake and says,
Come with me this day" 1t goes at
your side into the store. 1t dances about
the point of your pen. 1t keeps step
with you along the street.
IT PRECEDEs THE PLow OF THE
FAhMER
in the furrow across the field. 1t does
not stay up in the air, nor does it float
with the fleecy clouds. It walks
upon the earth. It has q very CON-
monplace look and puts on a very
commonplace air. 1t prefers the sooty
apron of labor to the luxurious couch OF
rest. 1t would rather be day on the
tented battlefield or in the places where
men graphic with the knotty problems of
life than spend a thousand years in some
sweet elysium merely dreaming life's
golden hours away, General o. o. How
ard sand at Il recent gathering of veterans
that in the hour of his countrg's peril
and stress he felt he ought to arise and
defend her. 1t was duty so plain and
clear there was but one thing to do. He
did not forget the thousand blessings
and benefits he had enjoyed under the
protecting flag in the days of peace, and
he was no craven to hide away and refuse
to do his part to secure for coming gen.
erations the privileges and, freedom he
had known in this dear land. And the
soldier on the platform, with one armless
sleeve pinned deftly across his breast,
showed how true he had been to his
earnest conviction Of duty. Men of his
stamp ateaour couRtry's boast. Our in
stitutions can never go down when men
viii spring to their defence in hours of
danger as quickly as they would spring
to the defence of their own mothers il
assailed.
These soldiers, whose hallowed memo
ry we cherish this day, simply did the
duty OF the hour, simply did. the duty
that lay before them; and we shall be
recreant thus to these, valiant heroes if
we refuse to be true to ourselVes; the
duty lying before US is that at whose call
we should spring. But do we need times
Of war to call US to duty? Shall our
eyes be blind and our ears be deaf in the
slow-going days of peace2 The test of
men and of nations is in times of peace.
1 Fhe soldier who drills well, who faith.
fully discharges the monotonous. duties
of camp life, is the soldier who can be
depended upon Sin the fury of the
charge when men become iron with
nerves Of steel" to falter never an inch.
The sailor who honestly swabs down the
deck is the sailor whom the captain can
put at any post in the thick Of the fight;
Who are our latest heroes? To whose
tmemory are we gathering funds to erect
a monument today? Are they not the
sailor. boys who, went down with the
steamship Manner But did they die in
battleP Answer me that. Did they meet
the grim destroyer as our boys met him
at Gold HaEboE or on the bloody slopes
OF Chickamanga or in the seven days
fighting in the .swamps Of the Chicka.
hOminy?. Recall the steFyj for it, is not
old, They died, at .the yelose-ef. quiet
day; many had -retiFed4for the night. On
that day they had discharged their ordi-
nary duty. They had not been firing the
big guns of the shin against the fortifca-
tiohs Of Moro Castle: fhev had been
keeping the vessel clean. Their thoughts
were not all intent. on war; they were
lying, as they supposed, in a friendly
harbor. And vet these sailors did the fuil
measure of their duty. and we write their
names as high on the honor.roIl Of fame