The Newtown bee., 1901-06-07

lay-the admiration of the world. Before it was by-word and shaking Europe, armed to the teeth in Sus- picion of each other; now it commands their respects, with strength enough to enforce it.
 It is beautiful custom this of strew- ing the graves of our martyr dead with flowers, of turning aside from our avocations not to be forgetful of the memory of our sires. Let not grave be forgotten, whether it holds the ashes of those who wore the blue or those who wore the gray. Our flowers are entwined in wreathS, symbols of victory, and in crosses, symbols of sac ritice. Who can help congratulating himself when he remembers the fear full charges up the fortified slopes at Fredericksburg and Charlottesville and knows that it was only Americans who could repel such heroic daring? Who does not feel the warm blood jingle in his veins as he recalls the charge of Lees men, with death borne on their shoulders, against our lines at Cemetery Ridge and knows that it was only Americans who could drive back the tide of such sea? Who does not feel more of patriot as he thinks of the men who, at the call of their country, went from the bench, the plough, the counting house, and the school that they might lay down their lives, if need be, for the right?
 THE PARTING OF HUSBAND FROM WIFE, of wife from husband, of lover from sweetheart, was the parting of true de voted souls.
 It was the deed of an American when Major Peter Keenan was ordered by his superior officer, at Chancellors- vile, with 400 men to charge against 10, 900 men and replied, "It is the same as saying that we must be killed, but we will do it," and they did. Who does not feel proud to think of Lieu tenant Cushing as fellow country man who with his party of men, sailed up the BoanOke River in a small boat, placed torpedo under the very over hang of the Confederate ironclad AL bermarle, destroyed the enemy's ves- sel, and saved himself by swimming ashore? These men did their heroic deeds that the human race might con- to hope, that the self-evident, truths that all men are created free and equal might be proclaimed to the world, that it might be shown that a govern ment such as ours is one that produces patriots and nourishes heroes. Their bravery made kings tremble and swept tyrants from the earth. They have given us lesson as to what manhood can do. Their monument is already built. In loving them we love better our country.
 The last parade of the Grand Army of the Republic took place in the clos ing year of the last century in the city of Chicago. Thirty thousand men were there in line. Commander Shaw then prophesied that so many veterans
 would never get together again, not because the years, as they pass, are fast thinning the ranks, not because the enthusiasm of the Boys in Blue would flag as their strength decayed , but because of the great distances by
 which the parts of our country are separated.
 1 AS A MILITARY PAGEANT
 there was little about this procession to commend it, little of tinsel and braid; but as spectacle of what citi- zens are capable of doing, suffering and enduring it dwarfed into insignificance the most splendid pageantry of the armies of the Old World. It is said than million stood by and cheered the procession of aged and disabled men as they hObbled on. What a contrast
 On the one side splendid buildings, all
 the rush and feverish tide of driving,
 peaceful days, young men looking for
 ward with enthusiasm to success and the crowning of the years; on the other side line of men whose life was all iu the stern and stenuous past, whose
 work was done, and whose legacy o1 achievement was already made. On the one side, the tide ebbing, on the other the tide flowing. On the one side, the tide going out; on the other the tide coming in. On the one side a generation moving of life's stage; on the other, generation moving on to play its part. On the monuments of those whose record is yet to be made thls sad epitaph may have to be placed, "A wretched failure" No such mournful sentence can ever be the summing up of the lines of those who fought in the days of '61. In behalf of all those who this day are proud of our country and love it's flag, I would place a wreath of honor on the graves of each hero dead. and it would be a chaplet of immortelles. Their fame is imperishable. Their name shall live on and on.
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