Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1899-05-30

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country and lay
above the sacred dust our tribute Of af-
feotion and remembrance. Sprung from
the soil of our native land, the flowers
we strew to cover the wounds OF war
were bornin the cold earth. While storm
darkened the sky and the world was
bound in the letters of frost, beauty and
fragrance were terminating, and thus
out of the tumult of war came the full
ness and glory of peace.
Within the circle of the year that lies
behind us since last we assembled in
the "city of the silent" to commune
with the spirit of our dead, Liberty has
spoken new fiat. She has called upon
this nation, with the voice of the bugle
and the roar of cannon, to give an
swer to the query, "Am my brothers
keeper?" She heard the cry from the
islands of the sea, and to this people,
as once before, she gave the command:
"Go forth! Strike off the shackles and
loose the letters of those in bondage!"
| AS one voice, from counter to work.
shop. from farm, mill and mine, from
valley, mountain and desert, east, west,
| north and south, the strength and pride
of this nations youth and manhood
cried: Here am I; send me-" And so
they went forth to offer the sacrifice Of
their blood upon the altar of a right
eous cause.
They fought and fell under the fierce
heat of torrid sunshine, they died by
bullets, disease and starvation, they
died Of wounds and WEAKNESS. Their
graves are on foreign hillsidese, in trop-
ical jungles, and in the depth of the
ocean. Some sleep in the quiet church
yards of their own dear land, but wher-
ever they lie we offer to their memory
the tribute of our gratitude, and from
their blood and suffering new era of
the world shall spring, memorial to
the bravery of the American soldier.
"Am my brothers keeper?" Amer
lea has given the answer. 10, when
the oppressed cry unto Liberty, when
my brother reaches appealing hands
unto me, will succor him and share
with him the blessings that have been
granted to me-" AT the call of duty she
took UP 1.-THE White Mans Burden" and
declared, by the memory of Bunker
Hill and Antietam, that tyranny should
fatten no longer upon the blood of the
innocent and the feeble.
With the tears we shed above the
graves of our lately fallen there is
mingled pride in their achievements,
and that they fulfilled the prophecy of
their sires at Shiloh and Gettysburg,
and for this they were schooled by
Grant and Lee and learned of Wash
ington and Lincoln. Their blood has
been the solvent that has made Ameri-
can citizenship homogeneous, and has
! given the flag the same meaning In the
E south and north. In '9s the sons of men
: who had opposed each other in '61
banded together under the stars and
3 stripes, fought and fell side by side al
Ell Caney and Santiago and in the far
away Philippines.
Rich in the heritage of her brave
America reverently gives thanks fol-
2 the heroism of her sons. The great
t deeds of the civil war and the heroes
of those days of stress and struggle vii
never be forgotten by this nation. They
laid the foundation of national unity
upon which is built the magniticen
structure Of our happiness and pros
;, perity. They perpetuated the ideals o
e freedom and instructed this generation
| 1,Ny rs Il Il 10 for t1,air. fry
When wars shall be no more, in tn
II far future when man has reached tn
IS fulfllment of his destiny, he will lool
;, back over the battlefelds of the worl,
and recognize that there death tool
hostage for perfected civilization, an
ID there the wrongs that barred the wa
= of progress We're struck down by thos
l. who fought the battles of liberty TIL
1t humblest hero who fell at Marathon o
e Manila struck blows whose echoes sha
never cease to resound through time
and, though history may forget tn
names Of those who wrought, thei
work remains.
The old Greeks gave a simple crow
u Of oaken leaves or laurel to those VIII
u were winners in the Olympian game
L. and thus we bring our garlands
m crown the memory of those brave sou.
at who ran so well the race of life, VIII
NJ won the goal, hero's death. Our ga!
re lands will wither, our flowers lose the
~ fragrance and their beauty, but the
" deathless deeds shall bloom anew wit
II every golden year of our nations hi
ne tory; and time shall have for thel
to neither death nor oblivion.
e, LOU V. CHAPLIN.
We Arc n Grateful Nation