The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-05-31

is the nation where, 50 years ago, we were
face to face as enemies. Now we are
shoulder to shoulder, all the past forgot
ten and forgiven in the spirit of fighting
for an oppressed people. 1t is the great
miracle of the years. Dewey the superb,
from Vermont Hobson the daring, from
Alabama, vieing with each other in fear
less devotion to our country. The troops
of the North and the South camp togeth-
er; the 9Th regiment of Massachusetts
marched through the streets of Baltimore
and We're bombarded with flowers: Grid
ley and Basley, one from the North. the
other from the South, give their lives IS a
sacrifice under the old flag, the flag our
fathers made 122 years ago. and now,
God helping us, we are going to be the
prophets of the worlds mighty progress;
the pioneers of the worlds civilization.
You remember that early May morning
when glorious Dewey sailed into the har-
Dor of Manila. how indignant the Spanish
were because he did not wait until they
had breakfasted? But before that little
courtesy was attended to the whole Span
ish fleet was sunken or burning, Its adj
miral wounded unto death, its officers and
sailors forced to return home without
fleet. and not an American killed or
wounded. No such victory is recorded in
history as has come to the American navy
1t is the effort of God to plant liberty
where liberty shall never die.
mo wonder Captain Phillips of the Tex
as, after caring for.,the wounded. called
his men and said: 4 want to make public
confession that l believe in God, the Faith
err Almighty And Captain Evans, not Just
the man preachers are made of, when
asked what did it, replied: God and gun
merry And he used the words most ap-
propriately An army which puts God first
is invncible and can never be routed.
Then again. this war has given us new
South; the hated word, rebel has become
obsolete: the word brother takes its place,
and a beautiful brotherhood it is. Just
now the honored dead pass in review be-
fore our memories. But I forget-they
who died in our holy cause are redeemed
from death: their names are gathered and
sarnered and there is in every village and
neighborhood a glowing pride in our mar
tyred dead. That generous host. the in
visible army of heroes, is not dead; men
who speak the universal language of lib
erty cannot die or be forgotten. Out of
red war comes peace. Thank God for
united America! We are in the light, and
the march of our common country is on
ward. We are the great nation of time,
standing on top of the coming century,
with faith in God for independence, for
courage, liberty, freedom and absolute in
tegrity f
those whose memories we keep festival
to-day We sadly think of those who died
in bleakness and cold and hunger. out on
the field alone, no tender hand to touch the
brow as it grew cold and clammy: eyes
opened for the last time but seeing no
friendly greeting: all alone they fought the
battle of death and went out of darkness
into Gods eternal light. These flowers
we place on the graves of our heroic dead
are resurrection Wants indicating that
the whole world is undergoing marvel
Gus change; which speaks to us of the
change that we ourselves shall experi-
ence. Every budding flower, every tree
clothing itself in its robe of living green,
every flower bursting into life, all are ST.
lent but impressive reminders of a con-
tinuity of life, that shadows forth the per-
petuty of human life beyond the grave.
Comrades, / have no words intense
enough to express the loyal devoted admit
ration of the American people for you,
! who are but the remnant of the mighty
| hosts that have gone beyond the stars.
| The old soldiers of both armies viii short
| ly live only in history, you in your mile
| of blue, they in their mantle of gray,
| and to-day most heartily we say: 'Let
| them sleep under the sod and the dew
until the graves give back their dead, lin
| which there shall be neither the blue MOI
the gray, but fashioned with new bodies
we shall be together, and forever