The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1899-06-01
REV. H. S. ROBLEE PREACHED TO
The SOLDIERS LAST EVENING.
GREAT CROWD IN ATTENDANCE
In an Eloquent Sermon Mr.. RoDlee Draws
Many Lessons From the Annual
Celebration OF Memorial
Day.-Sermon in Part.

and Company attended in a body
and occupied seats in the front of the
house. The church was decorated in
the national colors and over the altar
were draped two large American flags.
A quartette consisting of Misses Head
and Rice and Messrs. Newman and
Mailer rendered a special musical pro-
gram for the occasion.
The sermon which was preached by
the Rev. Henry Scott Roblee, was one
of the most eloquent and impressive
sermons ever heard in Kenosha. The
minister took his text from the six
teenth chapter and the thirteenth
verse of first Corinthians. The text
was, "Quit you like men, Be Strong"
In part Mr.. Roblee said:
We pause today and listen to the call
to manly resolution and lofty heroism
that comes from the deeds of our SOL
der dead. From every grave that
shrines hero comes the call, sweeter
than as tho breathed thro' silver, more
clarion than as tho blown thro' bronze"
Quit you like men be strong"
A day among the graves of our hon
ored dead with this generation is of
untold worth to US. Silence your ora
tors, mufae your drums; put away all
regimentals, if you please, but the
grave cannot be silenced
The Egyptians placed guide books
in their sepulchres; Greece put money
in the hands of her dead; the early
Semites gave them both food and
money, while the Hebrews covered
them with spices. Perhaps this uni
versal human instinct has never found
fairer form of expression than in our
Decoration day, which, tho craddled
in war, has become a strong guardian
of our peace.
How vivid to the memory of the
veteran, but how far removed from the
scenes of today, the regimental fare
we'll, when the whole surrounding
country filed the streets as thousand
volunteers marched to the station or
steamer, many of them to die in agony
on the field of battle, or to perish amid
the horrors of the prison pen, many to
return with disease or wounds that
shall make succeeding years years Of
martyrdom. Laughter and tears, sobs
and music, throbbing hearts and whis
pered farewells, mothers breathing a
last blessing, fathers walking beside
slender, STRIPPING soldiers craving only
the privilege of carrying the knapsack,
sons of toll and sons of luxury, with
equal ardor, pressing forward to the
privations surely waiting for them,
heads erect, faces resolute, footsteps
firm. Those tragic years cannot too
frequently be recalled.
We can best honor the memory Of
our dead by initiating their virtues.
The circumstances of these prosperous
years are not so stirring, their issues
are not SO immediate, heroism has
seldom opportunity for such tragic
self surrender as in those confused
years and garments rolled in blood;
but there is ample demand for lofty
manhood, there is always demand for
the heroic element in human life. The
great need of the hour is moral cour-
age, the determination to do right at
any cost. 1t requires courage to stand
for convictions rather than customs;
for political purity rather than partisan
spells; for the adulation of character
rather than the admiration Of success;
for magnanimity than meanness, for
honorable poverty than ignoble wealth
for conscience rather than cant, for the
duty of today and the questions of to-
morrow rather than the dead issues Of
the past.
They won victory over self. | love
goodness and greatness wherever l find
it. I would rather find beauty than a
blemish, give favor than frown. Self
Remuneration is the secret of power.
The way of the Cross is the way of
light. Our heroes are immortal in the
stability of the republic. Self sacrifice
is the salvation of selfhood. To live
for others is real living. To surrender
all at the bidding of noble cause, this
is life indeed. Sacrifice is the invisible
sceptre of royalty. He that gives all
| gains all. The mystery of sacrifice is
deep, but it is dark only to the sightless
orbs of selfishness. The land in whose
soil heroes are sown surely produces
heroes. Let not therefore the war and
the men who fought therein be robbed
of the good things they did.
The American doctrine is sound
one, that all things needful may be
secured by patient discussion. Crises
come to all nations, have come to US,
will come again and again. We can
not always hold our great ship of state
out of the breakers. She must meet
and buffet with them, her beams are
broad, her timbers must creak in the
gale. The waves may dash over her
decks. She may lie in the trough of
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