The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1900-02-10


but tender aims of love TO an unblomished
memory, to thank Him who is our dwell
ing place in all generations that the stout
tree of liberty still yields such manner of
fruitage, and TO pledge ourselves, consid-
ering the issue of the lives OF our renowned
dead, to initiate their unblenching and un-
blighted faith.
Station is secondary, humanity Is pri-
mary, and whatever else any is to-day we
all are only men and women, brothers and
sisters, lifting as children our wet faces
toward the consultations of God. The stars
of the spangled flag covering now this
shape of its noble warden shine multiplied
upon the dews of grief. But with a solemn
joy it beseems you, his comrades of the
army, to give thanks for the life whose
end must after this parenthesis of diff
ficult farewells, be viewed not as calam-
ity, but as a conquest. Men unapt to
weep are smitten by the pathos of that
courage we commemorate-courage, most
touching of all human graces; but let them
also smile with exalted hope as they lay
upon this soldiers sepulchre the chaplets
of their homage"
DR.. Stryker eulogized General Lawton's
military career and went on to say: This
better Plantagenet. this latest Bayard,
without fear and without reproach, this
modern Philip Sidney. whose life was also
poetry put into action has shown once
more of what stuff is incorrigible manhood
in what substance root the memory and
that last. For true man (and so provenl Is
one who has written at least some things
of which no poet that ever lived can have
been ashamed, would gladly have owned;
and true man iS admitted to the fellow
ship of heroes by the equality and peerage
of his supreme deeds. Here was one whom
Raeligh, Gustavus sAdolphus, William OF
Orange, Wynklereid, Cambronne, Carl
baldi would know at sight. He was or
that time-enduring breed which has made
Agincourt, and Naseby. and Quebec. and
Lucknow of immortal story. He was COM
rade to the Marylanders who guarded the
retreat at Long island, to the men who
passed the Delaware, who served the guns
of Pleasanton, who soaked the sod OF
Peach Orchard, who ran singing through
the tide at Manila, who held Guantanamo.
LET Ii be said, and let 1t be said here,
that non of US is of those who walk back
ward into the future and translate the
present upside down. A timid and carplng
pessimism lives only In the pluperfect, but
good faith lives in the future perfect. The
one is subjunctive, the other Is indicative.
Nay, duty is in the imperative ana unconol-
tional mood.
when I'm the name Of mankind, and
that peace might be real, We undertook In
1898 to cleanse the seas, we affirmed prln-
ciple and made a precedent that L, Ior one
mold to have written the most honorable
leaf In all our history. But all that has
been since was corrolary to that. No spe-
cial pleading of professional malcontents
with whom wisdom Will not die; no a PRIOR
abstraction can unsay what this dead sol
dier's zeal did for America. Rather does
such death enjoin upon our purpose and
performance such ends as shall vindlcate
US from cowardly indinerentism ana eva
sion In the face of whatever duty and now
ever unexpected or complex-enJoin us TO
regard and to teach liberty's authority
"In some good day. not far away, please
God. when those Islands, 1oundlnes no
longer, shall have been rendered as a ma,
jestic deodand to civilization, to regulated
freedom and to the God of these. there,
in fair Luzon right where ne 1eli, iront
to his duty, let the valiant frame OF TINS
true liberator rise in immutable bronze,
while understanding us, at last, our brown
brothers. gazing upon that statue, stature,
statute all In one, shall say: he was an
American-but he is ours, too. Law,on. a
He was slain by US lgnordntiy III uhpcioi'
but he has forgiven.
THE MARCH TO THE GRAVE.
A dozen troopers, as the doctor closed,
lifted the fiower-laden coffin and bore 1t to
the door where 5000 soldiers, and citizens in
greater number, waited to honor the soldier
in his last march to his final resting place
ON the Virginia hillside beyond the Poto-
mac. With clatter of hoofs the cavalry
escort cantered forward to form the guard
OF honor. Orders flung from rank to rank
down the broad avenue brought troop ana
platoon wheeling into line. With Grape
shrouded colors lowered they filed past
scarlet-caped artillerymen, cavalry with
their orange plumes and facings and the
ranks of blue-clad infantry-moving with
machine-like cadence. At the rear, with
rumble of heavy wheels and clash of trace
chains, came the guns-field batteries and
siege trains. Ahead of the scores of car
riages was the flag-draped, fower-iaden
caisson, the ideal soldiers bier, and behind
it was led the officers charger in shroud
of black with boots reversed in the stirrups,
&. picturesque remnant of the superstition
I'm this materialist day of machine guns and
smokeless powder.
The escort consisted of a squadron of the
Third Cavalry, Light Battery M of the
Seventh Artillery. Siege Battery I of the
Seventh brigade of dismounted artillery,
two battalions of the fifteenth Infantry
and one of the Second three battalions
from the Fourth and Fifth Artillery and
battalion of United States marines. The
whole was under command of General Mer-
ritt, Maj. John A. Johnston, chief of staff,
with the following mounted officers: Spe-
cal aids, Brig. Gen. A L. Bates. Col. John
F. Weston, Col. Theodore A. Bingham.
Lieut.. Col. Henry Sharp, Capt. ]. E. Kuhn,
Lieut.. l.. Bently Mott; aids. Lieut.. Col.
William H. Carter. Lieut.. Col. Culver c.
Sniffen, Mai. William A. Simpson, Maj.
Charles L. McCawley, United States ma
rine corps; Maj. Harvey c. Carbaugh,
Capt. Charles G. Treat, Capt. George o.
Squire.
AT THE CEMETERY.
1t was a dreary wait on the cold, wind
swept slopes of Arlington for the hundreds
who had made the pilgrimage early in the
day. But close on sunset the boom of the
Sylph's guns on the Potomac was an
swered by the crash of minute guns from
Fort Myer and then the solemn notes of
the dirge was borne on the wind as the pro-
cession moved through the winding avenues
of the great city of the dead. The grave
was in the open space just south of the
ampitheater and in sight of the mansion
house.
General Merritt and his mounted staff
deployed on the south road while solid
ranks of dsmounted troopers held back
the crowd on every side. Nimble cavalry
men swarmed over the cassion, cast loose
the lashings and bore the coffin to the open
grave, while the President and Cabinet,
with the gray-haired generals stood silent
and bareheader as the chaplain pronounced
the words of committal that consigned for
ever the honored dust to the dust whence
it came.
Then, in answer to a low command, the
firing squad wheeled into line. The snap
ping volleys of the carbines scarcely
echoed among the bare trees when the