The Plymouth Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1878-1901, 1901-09-26
NE MORRILL, SERVICE
Observance Plymouth of the Day of Mourning and PyeSoIemne
the Meeting in the School Auditorium.

unknown soldier boy, by the wretch
ed hand of one who hates all govern
ment
Grave questions are repeating them
selves in our sad and searching hearts.
Sober men and women may well ask
the spirit of Abraham Lincoln, of
James A. Garfeld-of William Nc
Kinley, Is this Gods mysterious
way? And, if it is His way, what
does it all mean?
SIN country whereLiberty lays her
love and blessed mercy at the door of
all alike; where flag christened in
the life blood of stout hearts is the
emblem of all that is good in govern
ment; where the harvest song am
the sweet melody of industry melt in
harmony above and about the heads of
freemen-presidents are murdered.
And who shall stay the hand of the
assassin? Shall we hedge our preSi-
dents about, with the glitter and
CLEAN Of armed men? Alexander,
Car and Autocrat of all the Russias.
did SO-and died in the arms of his
guards, by the hands of assaSSins.
Marat tried that and died at his bath,
at the hand of Charlotte Corday.
Kingly accoutrements will not save.
Brute force has ever met brute force
and ever will. The cunning of the
assassin will strike through the Gordon
of armed men.
"UntilLiberty bell sent out its bless
ed message of hope to an eager world,
as far back as the knowledge of man
runneth, government had been in a
greater or less degree an oppression.
Men had governed men by force and
fear. Some victor on the field of valor
was taken up and crowned as king.
Sometimes he lived until he was slain
by his successor: sometimes he was
vouchsafed to diea natural death.
The record of kingships is one bloody
train throughout profane and sacred
history. Men had tried the vain
pomp and glory of government by
brute force and had failed.
SIN 1776, we declared upon govern
ment new to the world. 1t was
founded upon the cardinal principles
of the teachings of Jesus Christ
faith, hope and love. Kings in scorn,
smiled at our experiment. We OPEN
ed our doors to the king-ridden hosts
of Europe. They came, they are
coming still. They brought with
them their language, their customs,
their traditions, their enlightenment,
their science, their ignorance, their
depravity, and l regret to say that
some of them brought their hate for
all government, for to them in their
native land government was an OPP
preston and a curse. Some of them,
thank God, would give, as thousands
of them have given, their lives to
keep the stars forever in our flag IS field
of blue. Others, with hearts and
souls Saddened, depraved and darken-
ed by centuries of oppression, easily
enflamed by murderous teachings,
would kill any man who seemed to be
the government. Coming from land
where to dream evil of the king was
at one time treason, they become
drunk with license and call it liberty.
Emma Goldman-the Modern Medusa
trails her snaky locks and sows her
seed of fire and death throughout our
land. John Most-the infamous and
the awful-is heralded and heroized:
and William Mckinley, beloved of
men, is murdered as sacrifice to the
monster of the red hand and the red
flag. And so long as men and women
are given the license to stand in the
name of liberty, with the red torch in
one hand and the red flag in the
other, teaching the ignorant, the weak
ard the depraved that all govern
ments are curse and all men in high
places should be slain to the end that
anarchy, red-handed and reeking, may
prevail, SO long shall we meet together
as we do today about the biers of our
murdered presidents, in sorrow, hui
initiation and shame.
Ny friends and neighbors, / deem
it an exceptional privilege to stand,
as it were, in the presence of this
Industrious dead, and to renew my de-
votion to my country, by placing a
flower on his tomb. He was my presi-
dent. He stood as and for my be-
loved country. His assassin struck
not at him; his deadly bullet was
directed against the cherished institu.
tions of our native land.
s'Breaths there man with soul SO
dee
Who never to himself has said,
This is MY own, my native land?"
After the audience, standing, had
joined in singing Nearer, My God,
to Thee" George H. Thayer, jr., was
introduced and delivered beautiful
panegyric upon the character and life