The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1899-10-12

onanad nm those African hills and
mains. around us. of other parentaga
bur born with us in the land, our birth
| faI1ou-e were men of another whira
race. and we grew up. side by side with
them. Is it strange that. like all men
| living who have the hearts OF men, wa
| learned to love this land in which Wa
first saw the light? When we stood or
| the Alps and looked down on the lakes
and forests of Switzerland we h4ya
said This is fair but South Africa
| to us is fairer.' When on the ton ~
| Milan cathedral and we have looked
out across the wide plains of Lomhardv
we have said: This is noble, but noble.
/ to us are the broad plains Of Africa
| with their brown kOpjes shimmering i'm
the translucent sunshine 1t is strange
that when we are in other lands ANA
death approaches us we say Take
me back We may live away from her
but when we are dead we must lie ON
her breast. Bury us among the kopfas
where we played when we We're chill
dren, and let the iron stones and red
sand cover Us ?"
All. what an apostrophe to couD+rv
and home. To kindred and friends, To
little ones who play before the door, To
graves which are marked with tokens
of affection.
But again she says:
''Who gains by war? Not the great
woman whose eighty years tonight com
pIetes, who would carry with her to
her grave the remembrance Of tina
longest reign and the purest. WIN,
would have that when the nations
gather around her bier the whisper shall
go round, that was d mothers hand
ii struck no child Who gains by WAR
Not the brave English sOldier-there arc
no lduTelS for him here. The dying lad
with hands fresh from the pillow. the
old man lettering to the grave. who
seizes up the gun to die with IT, the
simple farmer who. as nc falls. hears
yet his Wife's last whisper, for free
dom and our native landn and dies
hearing it-theSe men can bind no Ian
rels on a soldiers brow, They may bs
shot, not cOnquered-fame rests with
them. Go, gallant soldiers, and defend
the shores of that small island that We
love; there are no laure.s for you here"
.
In this paragraph she pays a tribute
to the queen of England: to the SOL
der who fights for the flag of the ma.
ton; to the men who ordered them to
the front; to the spirit of liberty which
prevails all over the world. Great is
Olive in her appeal.
Then she becomes prophetic. Not =
civilized man or woman believes but
England will be victorious in time. But
Olive declares:
Il suppose there is no man who to-
day loves his country who has not nor
celved that in the life of the nation. "a
IN the life of the Individual. the hour
OF external success may be the hour Of
lrreVocable failure, and that the hour
OF death, whether to nations or fndf
vlduals. is often the hour of immortal
ity. When William the Silent with bis
little band of Dutchmen, rose I'D to-
race the whole empire of Spain. l think
there is no man who does not recor-
1iZe that the hour of greatest victory
Was not when they had conquered
spain, and hurled backward the great
est empire of the world to meet its
low imperial DEATH it was the hour
when that little band stood alone with
ne waters over their homes. facing
ieath and despair. 1t is that hour that
made Holland immortal, and her his
ory the property of all human hears
o
''Wacht cen beetle allies zal recbt
on, declares Olive in her conclusion
leaning: wait a little; all will come
ight." 1t will. Fer the sound of the
reat reveille; the great awakening ON
he final morn, yea by millions of CEN
uries, the hand of the Great Ruler Of
he universe viii have set all things
right!