The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-06-01

nell and O'Neil-showed itself strongly
in our youth of over a year ago.
When President Mckinley proclaimed
war between our country and Spain;
when Admiral Dewey, of immortal
fame on May, '9S, by his thrilling vic
tory in Manila bay, conquered an or
iental empire, and struck with amaze
ment the potentates of continental Eu-
rope with the quickness of dispatch
with which the American people repell
any infringement on their rights, their
liberty and their honor, it was this
spirit that pulsated the patriotic blood
in the young heroes of '9S and '99, when
they, too left home and friends, pros
poets and gain to take their place be
meath the flag of their fathers, to de-
fend their country'S rights, the sacred
ness of her honor as they did. Noble
heroes worthy of the highest encomi-
ums of their country, worthy of the
smile of love and gratitude from the
cOuntenanCe of the immortal Washing
ton, whom we hope from the shades of
the departed blest ones, looks down up
on his beloved country in her present
struggles.
Today some of these young heroes
sleep here side by side with the heroes
Of another past, some beneath the YER
dant valleys, the shady slopes of our
dear country, others beneath the plains
of never to be forgotten Cuba, others
beneath the ever restless waters of the
mighty Atlantic, and others in the far
off Philippines. Some, it is true, are
beyond the stretch of decorating
hands, but all within the reach Of
heart, the prayer of soul.
I may with all justice here today to
those brave heroes of our late yet liV-
ing war make mention Of those three
noble youths who in sight of their be-
loved home. after they had struggled
for their cOunry's honor, left their
graves upon the untraceable waters of
the mighty Atlantic. l speak of Healy.
Sullivis~ and McMann, Borthy heroes
to be placed side by side on the escut-
cheon of their country's honor with
Daily McConville and O'Neil.
But no matter where they sleep, here
or elsewhere whether beneath the
plains of malarial FL Caney, or on the
sloping hill sides of San Juan, or fol-
lowing LaWton and Funston through
Luzon's treacherous jungles, their
country will ever hold them dear, ever
love their memory, never forget their
valor.
Let us today as we mingle around
their graves, as we halt beside their
last resting place, as we tenderly place
upon their graves the love and tribute
natures purest growth, let US remem-
Der that while they speak the love and
gratitude of heart the affection of
memory, they will fade.
Let US also remember that there is a
flower not of time, but of eternity, new
er fading, never dying, ever immortal
an everlasting tribute of our hearts
: our souls, our prayer to the triune
God for their perpetual rest and eternal
| happiness.
And when we have placed these
| tributes of heart and soul, let US be-
| seech the God of our country, the Goo
of nations, to guide our chosen rulers
and lead our beloved land through the
troubled waters of strife and war into
| that haven of peace, the desire of the
American heart; so that those heroes
whom our country mourns today may
| never regret, if they can do so, the in
! gratitude and forgetfulness of the Am
| erican republic.