The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-11-25

But We nave something more VaIudOle
than material wealth and power to bring
as we take our place in the society of ma
lions; more valuable than gold and silver,
grain, wool, the fruit OF our 11elds and for
ests, or the product of our manufactures;
more valuable than the treasures OF art,
science, invention. culture or learning;
more valuable even than numbers, or skill
in engineering, or proficiency III the arr or
handling great armies and navies. We
have strength that comes from faith in
God and belief in the might OF right"
The use that we shall make OF our
power is evident from the traditions that
we cherish and the convictions that have
become an essential part of our national
existence.
We have intense convictions concerning
the dignity and worth of human life and
the sacredness of human liberty.
This nation may be- as a prllllant
Frenchman alleged, IAN impossible con-
glomerated mixture of all the nations of
the EARTH but in it's real origin, its tradi-'
tons symDathies and character it is
ciety is the freeman. The source of gov
eminent is in the people. And, above the
people, the only supreme ruler is Cod
We belong to a strong race, whose his
tory has been marked from the beginning
by a passion for self-government and an
instinct for justice and fair play.
1t was a. representative of the Latin
races that first discovered the new world;
but it was the descendant of the sturdy
Saxon that penetrated its forests, estab-
Hshed permanent settlements and laid the
cornerstone of this republic
1t was devotion to these inherited race
tepdencies that led colonists to band
themselves together against the unjust
demands of the mother country and pre-
cipitate the war of 'the revolution.
The same motive prompted our sailor
boys in 1872 to resist the hand of tyranny
upon the highway Of the nations. An
awkward conscience in the heart of
freeman, in love with the traditions of his
fathers, led to the signing of the enamel
patton proclamation; and a people,
aroused to thee championship of the in
herent rights of man. were imDelled by
their love of justice and fair play to in
terfere in behalf of Cuba against the tyr
amy offSpain. Plymouth Rock, Bunker's
Hill, HarDer's Ferry, Santiago and Ma
Mia all tell the same story.
Americas change of front is not
change of principles. Her enlarged des-
tiny will never lead her to be untrue to
the ideals of the past. To most distant
lands. as far as her widening influence
shall reach, she viii ever be the unswerv-
ing champion of human liberty.
In at least one other respect the pres
ence and influence of our country in the
counselS of the nations will prove herald
of the coming of a better day. The tenn
per of her people and the genius of her
civilization will make her a strenuous adj
vocate of peace.
we, as a people, are not in love with
bloodshed, nor eager for conquest. We
Believe that the test of civilization is in
the substitution of courts of arbitration
for an appeal to arms; international law
for brute strength.
What terrible picture Kipling pre-
sents of the awful cost to England of her
rulership on the sea:
1--WE have fed our sea for thousand
years,
And she calls us-stin unfed,
Though there's never a wave of all her
But marksaour English dead.
We've strewed our best to the weeds un-
rest,
= To the shark and the steering gull;
If blood be the price of admiralty,
Lord, Godl we have paid it full.
There's never a flood goes shoreward
But lifts a keel we have manned;
There's never an ebb goes seaward now
But drops our dead on the sand;
But sinks our dead on the strand forlore
From the Ducies to the Swim;
If blood be the price of admiralty,
Lord, Godl we have paid it in.
1--WE must feed our sea for a thousand
For that that is our doom and pride.
AS it was when they sailed with the
golden Hind
Or the wreck that struck last tide;
Or the wreck that lies on the spouting
When the CHASTITY blue lights flare;
If blood be the price of admiralty,
My God! we have paid it fare"
We know the cost of war in blood and
trea sure. Memory is not extinct of the
dark days when section was arrayed
against Section of this land that we love
to call ''our country and when there was
weeping and mourning in so many homes
both north and south.
We have not taken delight in recent
stories of carnage, wounds and death.
even though we knew our soldiers and
sailors were fighting for a noble cause
and that victory was perched upon our
That was a typical American sentiment
voiced by the captain of one of our bat
tleships in the moment of triumph, Don't
cheer, boys, the poor devils are dying!
And now. as our soldier boys return,
bearing the awful traces of the hardships
they have suffered in camp, in trench and
on the battlefield, facing hunger and
thirst, disease, prlvation inconsistencies, as
well as shot and shell from Spanish guns,
we realize even more Yividly the barbara
ties of war and the terrible price our
fathers paid for the liberties that we en-
joy
Even when the crisis is on hand and
there is no other resource at hand, war
is a terrible remedy. 1t is a bungling and
costly instrument of justice. The time
is surely coming when our armies shall
be diSbanded and our navieS diSmantled,
when swords shall be beaten into DloW-
shares and spears into pruning-hookS, and
when public as well as private right shall
rest not upon armed force or mailed
might, but upon the sufficient guarantees
of a worldwide Christian civilization.
Let us today take fresh heart of grace
and breathe a prayer of gratitude to our
heavenly father as we climb the heights
of Thanksgiving and gain fresh glimpses
of his marvellous love and providence.
In conclusion, let me say that wide,
comprehensive view of present conditions
and present tendencies is not encouraging
to the professional pesSimist, who would
make US believe that all that is good and
true and praiseworthy is perishing from
the earth.
All the significant, characteristic fea-
lures of the age in which we live give the
lie to his gloomy representations.
All these things are a rebuke to despair
and an invitation to thanksgiving.
Let us, then, mingle these thoughts with
the recollectionS of those sweet blessings
! of home comfort and home joy that have
made our lives so rich, and for these
bounteous mercies let us lift an offering
of praise unto the great father of us all.
white,
Old Winter comes with icy breath;
At his approach our birds take flight
And sweet flowers close their eyes in
But not until the lavish earth
| Redeems the promise of the Spring,
And harvest songs ring out their mirth-
! For this we thank thee God, our King.
"Then let the lusty North wind roar;
| Heap up the board with richest cheer,
! While our loved ones we think o er
The blessings of another year.
| We will forget our toll and care;
/ Life must grow sweeter while we sing
Gods providence is everywhere
For this we thank thee, God, our King.
mo pestilence has swept our land,
No wild storms wrecked our ships a
sea;
Tho we have left wars bloody hand,
Our pride is still in liberty.
Our happy homes, these shrines of love,
On earth's dark bosom giittering,
Must shine like stars to eyes above
For this we thank thee God, our King.
But not alone do nations know