The Newtown bee. (Newtown, Conn.) 1877-current, 1902-06-06

white-winged messenger of
peace, over the seas, making for the
canal that connects the two great |
mains. A Briton once expressed to
the late Frank Stockton regret for the
mistake of George III. ''Doyou KNOW"
he said, "that that mistake cost us
American" "Ah! did you ever think"
Mr. Stockton reioined, chow that
mistake cost us Britain?" 1t may be-
it may be something more than an idle |
dream, that the Anglo-Saxon race may
one day join in a vast empire with a
national capital at Washington? Here
is the whirling center of the Anglo-Sax-
on race. With the beginning of the
last century the Anglo-Saxons number
ed 10000 600. To-day, 100, 600, 900 con-
trolling directly 522, OOO,OOO; and the
vital center of that race is on these
shores. Who is to say that this
race is not yet to dominate the world?
We are the richest of the nations to-
semi-girdling the earth, They tell US
that when the rivers, never failing,
enchained in the SUBMITS of the Rock
les, are brought by man-made channels
down into the plains: 100000, 900 acres
OF land will be reclaimed. This means
Our western bounds are washed
by the waves of the Pacific sea.
This sea. in turn, washes the
shores OF every continent except
Africa. India, China, the great
strongholds Of ancient superstition and
| entrenched heathenism, are directly
across the Pacific waves. What a
frontage for commerce and missionary
endeavor we have! The Frenchman
was right who said America was bound
ed on the west by the Day of Judge
ment. Our flag to-day
STANDS FOR EXPANSION, ENLARGE
MENT, OPPORTUNITY, MONUMENTAL
ENDEAvOR.
lob, my comrades, what country to
live for, what a.country to save!
"The past rises before me like a
dream. Again we are in the struggle
for national life. We hear the sounds
of preparation-them music of the bois
ferrous drums, the silver voices of he
roic bugles. We see thousands of as
semblages and hear the appeals of ora
tors; we see the pale cheeks of womel
and the flushed faces of men; and il
those assemblages we see all the deat
flowers. We lose sight of them n
more. We are with them when the
enlist in the great army Of freedom
We see them part from those they love
e Some are walking for the last tim
+ in the Qn1et moody places with tn
tmaidens they adore. We hear tn
whisperings and the sweet VOWS {
eternal love as they lingeringly par
. forever" The past rises before m
like dream, a dream say, for ho'
- different is this scene which I see t.
. day! No more the strong young ma
pledging to the maiden his love; no MOI
the youth rejoicing in his strength
A few old men with trembling ste
and bowed head gathering over son
. low-lying graves in a country buryir
ground; and as the feeble command
- given, "Halt! Uncover! Decorated" Of
We angels, the unutterable pathos
Of the scene!
Shall these be all for whom we sha
y weep on Memorial day? Oh, no, let ,
enlarge its meaning, for so few a
10 left who knew the soldier dead tn
= the day may soon drift into oblivio
u Let us mourn the wife that felt tt
keen pang of LONELINESS as she toil'
away at home. Let US mourn tt
beautiful girl who all too so'
r in her bright springtime W
- Ecut down by the reaper as
:, walked among the flowers. Let
T. mourn the noble, the true, the trie
y who have suffered, who have sacritic
e in the day of piping peace th
~ calls for struggle! no less here
than the stern visaged days
~ war. Oh, the heartaches! O
% the wasting! Oh, the partings
~ this weary, weary life! Beyond t
u darkness there is the day-dawn,
III yoad the sleeping there is the waki
IT, When, my friends, one and all, t
a might shadows flee away, when t
~ Egood-byes have all been said, when t
Ill farewells have all been spoken, in
L. sunrise of Heavens eternal day ma!
- Fgreet you, and say to you, as the brigl
ness from the throne shines full up
IN our face, '"To you, my brother, my 8