The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-07-25
CAREER OF NGERSOIL


Exc MUSIC upon k4e eurApI1EoQ InFou8.
He abhored the PhaFisee and loathed eli
consciousness frauds. He had profound
aversion for those who INST on putting
base motives back OF the good deeds OF
others. He wore no mask He knew his
friends-his enemies knew him. lie had
no patience with pretense. with patriotic
reasons for unmanly acts. He 6id his
work and bravely spoke his thought. SEN
Ative to the last degree. he keenly felt
the blow and stabs OF the envions. OF the
smallest. Of the weakest. but the greatest
could not drive him from ths conviction
filed. He was not TO stop. to take. or to
give an explanation. He left his words
and deeds TO justify themselves. He held
In slight esteem a friend who heard with
half believing ears. the Islander Of a foe.
He walked q highway OF his own and
kept the company OF his self respect. He
would not turn aside to avoid q foe. to-
greet or gain a friend. In his nature there
was no compromise
TO him there were but two paths
the right and the wrong. He was ma
ngned. misrepreSented. and misunder-
stood, but he world not answer He knew
that character speaks louder far than any
words. He was as silent then as he Is
now, and his silence bstter than any
speech refuted every charge. He was an
American. proud Of his country that was
ana ever viii be pround OF him. He did
not find perfection only in other lands.
He did not grow small. shrunken and
withered and Apologize in the presence
upon which greatness had been thrust
by chance. He could not be overawed oy
dukes and lords. or nattered into yeTte-
brateiess suhserviency BY the patronixing
smiles OF kings. In the midst Of eonVen-
tionalities he had feeling Of suffOeatton.
He believed In the loyalty OF man, IN the
sovereignty Of the citizen and the match
less greatness Of the republic.
HE was Of the classic mould. figure
from the antique world. He had the pose
Of great statues, the pride and bearing OF
the intellectual Greek. OF the conquorinE
Roman, and he stood in the wide, free
air as though there flowed thriugh his
veins the blood OF hundred kings. AS !
he lived he died. Proudly he entered the
darkness or the dawn that We call
death. Unshrinkingly he passed beyond
our horizon. beyond the twilightis purple /
hills, beyond the utmost reach OF human
harm or help. to that vast realm OK ST.
lence or Of JOY. where the tnnumerabie
dwell, and he has left with US his wealth
of thought and deed. the memory OF
brave. tmperious, honest man, who bowed
alone to death.
The address on The Union Soldier"
delivered at an Indianapolis reunion, was |
as follows:
'.rhe past rises before me like dream. |
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national life. We hear the sounds OF
preparation, the music of the ooisterouS
drums, the silver voices OF heroic bugieH. |
We see thousands OF assemblages AMI hear
the appeals OF orators; We see the pale
cheeks OF women and the flushed faces OF
men; and In those assemblages we zee all
the dead whose dust We have covered
with flowers We lose sight Of them no
more.
I'VE are with them when they enlist In
the great army OF freedom We see them
part from those they love. Some are
walking for the last time in quiet woody /
places with the maIdens they adore We
hear the whlsperings and the sweet vows /
OF eternal love as they ingeringly part i
forever Others are bending over cradles.
kissing babies that ore asleep. Some are
receiving the blessings of old men. Some
are parting with those who hold them and
press them to their hearts again and
again, and say nothing. and some are
talking with wives and endeayoring with
brave words spoken IN the old tones TO
drive from their hearts the awful fear.
I'VE sea them part We see the wife
standing al the door with the babe in her
arms-standing In the sunlight sobbing-
at the turn OF the road a hand waves
she answers by holding high In her loving
hands the child lie IS gene. and forever.
We see them all as they march proundly
way under the Haunting flags. keeping
time 10 the wild. grand music OF war.
marching down the streets OF the grea,
cities. through the towns. and across the
praries, down 20 the fields OF glory. IN do
and 10 die for the eternal right We so
with them one and all.
I'VE are by their side on all the CORY
fields. in al the hospitals OF pain. on all
the weary marches. We stand with them
in the Wild storm and under the quiet
stars We are with them IN ravines nun
ming with blood. In the burrows Of old
fields We are with them between con
tending hosts, unable 10 move, Wild with
thirst. the life ebblng slowly away among
the withersd leaSes. We see them pierced
by balls and torn with shells IN the
trenches. by forts. and IN the whirlwiDd %
the charge where men becsme iron with
nerves OF steel. We are with them IN the
prisons Of hatred and famine: but human