The record-union., 1899-05-31

and Robert McCrabs of the Institute
Band, proved a popular feature of the
program.
The Whistling Regiment" recita-
ton by Minnie Vogel, assisted by Rita
Carlaw (violin) and Hattie Garrett
(piano), all of the Harkness Grammar
School, was received with pronounced
enthusiasm. Miss Vogel's clear voice,
marked magnetic power and dramtical
delivery, warmed the patriotism OF the
audience as much as anything on the
program.
keller's American Hymn" was art
1stically and feelingly rendered by MIS-.
Coppers1ndth, Mrs. E. NJ. Sheehan, Rich
ard t. Cohn and J. G. Genshlea.
Following this the Institute Band
rendered THE Best Ever" by Labitz-
ky, which made a hit.
The following were the last numbers
Of the musical program: Quartet (se-
lection), Mrs. Hill, Mrs. Hood, Mr. Hill
and Mr.. Backworth. America" band
and audience.
Rev. Father Quinns eloquent and
touching address was often interrupted
by applause. He said:
FATHER QUINN'S TRIBUTE TO
THE GRAND ARMY VETERANS.
The yesper bells have already tolled
the knell of this Memorial Day, but still
we linger lovingly, paying honor to the
FOUNDERS and saviorS of our fairest OF
all fair native lands. Washington and
those who with him won the boon of
equal rights for US are the canonized
saints of our patriotism. We never for
get them, and to-day, as we-as the ma
tion-paid grateful homage to the he
roes of our civil war, their memory
glowed in the nations heart. How we
love this day! How we should venerate
the men of the Grand Army, who, as
high priests of our devotion, have made
: this day of glory for noble sons who
Vsntured all to save the Union.
We watched the veterans as, time
worn and BENT they, with caressing
hands, laid floral crowns above tha
heads Of sleeping brothers, and we join
ed in the soul spoken hopes that sped
to the Most High in behalf of comrades
who now answer roll call" on the field
of final victory. Such sight is more
than beautiful, and We are glad that
So sleep the brave, who sink to rest
With all their country's honor blest.
Oh, men of the Grand Army, you have
builded better than you knew, for gen
erations to come will crown your
graves and pray that peace be with
you in the eternal camp where taps"
nor lights OUT will ever sound. When
ever this day comes we will call to
mind that the Torch of Liberty" lit
by our forefathers. once burned low
was nigh unto quenching. Then you
shielded the flickering fane-fed it so
wen with adj you held most dear, that
now and forever it iIlumines the world
Children at other times of which we
but dream, will, as they strew garlands
upon the spot of earth that guards your
dust, be told how, when dire ruin how
cred over the land of their birth; when
angry sons thirsted for their mothers
blood; when vengeful peoples sloated
over our expected downfall the Grand
Army of the Republic ssaked joys of
home and life itself to preserve this
safe haven and freedom for the human
race.
Then animated, inspired by your no
bility and generous bravery, they Will
proudly exclaim:
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?
Memorial Day is purely Yankee in
stitution-the festal day of every citi-
zen, native or adopted, who has in his
breast the faintest spark Of patriotic
sentiment. 1t bears no mark OF for
eign nationality, and engendars no clash
of creeds. The soldiers who fought the
good fight for our country, and who,
We hope, are crowned victors in the
land that is fairer than gold, adored
God in every church under the sun The
torrents of blood that blotted out for
ever the doctrine of state rights pu1f-
fled our starry. banner from the shame
ful stain of slavery and cemented, be-
yond chance of separation, our Union,
flowed from Veins of men horn in every
CLINE. English and irish, German and
French, Russian and Pole-they entered
our army and navy but after four
years of strife, such as the world has
rarely seen, they came forth from their
baptism of blood Americans, true and
tried-more Americans. is that be pos
sible, than those born under The Stars
and Stripes. Therefore, the Grand
Army, and we with them, declare our
selves children of one mother-aiI Amer
leans, who have. from the rising of the
sun TO the setting thereof, this day held
sweet commune with departed loved
ones-our glorified brothers, and We
Talk of their death without a sigh,
For they are Freedoms now, and Fame's-
Some of the few immortal names
Ihat We're not born to die.
Decoration Day is, moreover a ma
tional and not sectional holiday Our
1mmortals who peacefully sleep on the
bosom of mother earth know neither
North nor South. Because this is So
since morning smiled on the Atlantic
Coast the boys in blue and men of the
gray have stood side by side and Law
ished tokens of kindly remembrance
upon the, tombs of fearless warriors
who took sides in our woeful family
quarrel.
BY such a commemoration of valiant
sons we do not wake anew the sleeping
dogs of war, but thus united we pre-
sent to public gaze great, harmonized