The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1898-10-07


fest \. y :. '. Gen. >lorum's old regiment
Whether on the tented field,
or in the battles fight
The htte-t place ior man to die
j. where he dies for right.
When | recall to memory the loss
of three dear brothers, from the re-
suits Of the late war; when / behold
the wounded, bleeding, dying COM
rades strewn all over the battlefield;
hear the bugle's sound, the can
mons roar, the musket's rattle, the
''nip'ping mimic, the shrieking
shell when | see the horrors of
bloody battlefield, hear the agoniz-
ing cries and gIoans of those who
have lost an arm, leg, hand, foot or
eye, manned and cripped for life,
with their CHASTITY forms stretched
out in dying condition, hear their
petitions to heaven for mercy with
their last farewell" to mother, sis
ter, brother or sweetheart, with their
CLASSY eyes turned heavenward as
they breathe their last; smell the
sterch of their dead bodies as they
are thrown into pit or unmarked
grave TO be forever unseen in this
life by companions or friends, with
no headstone erected to mark their
last silent resting place on earth, !
can but shudder at the awful calam-
Iity OF war; can but weep over the
grave of these dear departed dead
who gave their lives that their coun-
Try might live and to perpetuate her
glory and virtue for the living, to
think tnat the government for which
they sacrificed home endearments
and comforts, yea life, is now being
converted into q nation of debauch-
cry, RIGHTEOUSNESS and murder by
the legalized traffic of rum.
i Where are the patriots of the past
to-day? Their hands are stained
with brothers blood, murdered
by rum. The hearts Of the youth
no longer beat in a true patriotic
spirit OF defense against the red
blooded slavery of the rum curse of
our nation, as did those immortal
dead heroes of the late war to free
their country from the slavery of
the south. And why not? Is our
country less dear to us now than
then?
Let every fat her, mother, sister
or brother, or christian friend of
our nation-renew their obligations
and gratitude for these dear depart
cd heroes of the late war, and re-
solve i'll their hearts, that the coun-
try for which these immortal heroes
surrendered home and life, shall be
forever freed from the blighting
curse of rum.
Let the homes of these deluded
rum victims be consecrated with a
temperance pledge, Christmas
and New Years dinner, and tokens
of love and devotion to their wives
and little ones, and let not the
whisky jug or beer keg darkenth their
homes again to murder their wives
and suffering children, and then in
deed, we can boast Of the land of
the free and the home of the brave;
and on our next national memorial
day, while we are bedewing ard be-
decking the graves of our heroic
dead soldiers with tears and flow
ers, let us not forget to place tenn
perance banner Of pure white over
the drunkard's grave, as a warning
against Others filling like graves
over the rum curse.
In closing this sad article, as an
old soldier of the late war, let me
appeal TO every christian or temper
ance organization and worker, and
comrades of our land 10 arise in
their might and power and declare
that they will never cease an etern-
al warfare against the rum traffic
lill it ceases to exist in this God
given land of ours, and then, and
not till then, let us inscribe over
The graves of our heroic dead, these
words: "Fresh and fragrant be the
lowers that bloom above the graves
)f these heroic dead" And while
we thus remember these noble dead,
let us not forget to love and honor
he few surviving, gallant soldiers
of the late war, and vote and pray
bat the awful rum curse may cease.
p. S.--To ii old comrades, q.
A. X. members, and friends Of the
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