The Newtown bee., 1902-07-11

alighted from the stage-coach and
placed his ear to the ground as if in
listening attitude. 81 am waiting,"
he said, Ito hear the tramp of the
coming Millions" Who shall say
that this fair land of ours, with it's
teeming millions, with its great rivers
rolling their floods like cataracts to
the sea, with its network of interlac-
ing rails binding us into a Union in
dissoluble, unbroken, with it's resources
only yet scratched as boy scratches
his name with his jack-knife on the
oak, with its population stretching
toward one hundred millions as the
breezes watt our invitation to the
denizens of every cline, is not the land
select among the nations to fulfill the
promise made to Abraham of old
"Within one hundred miles of semi
girdling the earth," with frontage
toward all continents save one, the
richest of the nations, the last evolv-
ing product of all time, who shall say
what this Nation may not be Irri-
cation will open up in our western
domain, as if dropped afresh from the
Creators hand, 100000, 900 acres of
cultivable land, which means million
more 1OO-acre farms. HitherWard the
lives of the worlds commerce and
wealth and prestige are turning; hith-
er, as doves to their windows, the
people come, they fly.
lam glad that we have spread our
banner to the breeze in our quiet vii
lage upon SO peaceful a day, for the
battles of peace are no less strenuous
than those of war. Peace, quiet,
holy peace all around us; and yet a
mighty battle is going on in your life
and in mine. The warfare is not
over, the strife is not ended, "till every
foe is vanquished and Christ is Lord
indeed" This is the everlasting
struggle, between the everlasting
right and the everlasting wrong, be-
tween God and Magog, between Heav-
en- and He'll. Enlist, ye patriots, in
the fight, put ye on the full armor. I
know of no better monument to place
beside the grave of soldier slain-bet-
ter even than the flag which gives to
the warrior its renoWn-than full
hearted, honorable, courageous Amer
can citizen who dares to do his whole
duty as he sees it in the plain walks of
life. That is what we want here-no
others need apply-American citizens.
If any society exists among us which
connot, in advocacy of its principles,
fly the American flag, then we have no
room in this country for that society;
let it 20 back to the bourne of anarchy
from which it sprung. The red flag is
not to be above the old flag, for this
flag is supreme; the old flag is not to
be above the red flag, for shall right
eousnes fellowship with Belial, and
shall we admit even to lower seat
that which should be where there is
wailing and gnashing of teeth H.? No
Celt, no Teuton, no Saxon, nothing
but American; "if any one dares to
haul down the flag, shoot him on the
spot"
Even the few Of us who are upon
this small platform cannot agree in
anything else save our devotion to the
flag. Our isms are at variance, our
political doctrines get all a-tangle:
but here we find our common plat
form: we love the flag. We agree in
this: we, I say, we, the lumbermar
who uses his brawny arm amid the
pine forests of Maine; we, the man OF
sun-browned who sings his song Of
hope amid the rice-ields of Dixie; we
the farmer who turns the fertile globe
where the smooth-lying prairie seems
like the slumbering sea, we all on thi'
glorious Fourth renew allegiance tx
, our country and swear loyalty to ou
, flag. With the Psalmist's fervenc.
we cry: eff 1 forget thee, o my coun
,, try, let my right hand forget he
cunning and my tongue cleave to thu
roof of my mouth, if l remember no
thee above my highest joy" This i
our creed, this is our Declaration: W
believe in our flag, what it stands for
we believe in the great achievement
> of the past; we believe in Boys Of Blue
-. we believe in the authority our fla
enjoins, for remember it flies to-da
having never cringed to any power O
| lost respect in the eyes of the worlc
! mot single bar erased, not a singl
star Obscured." Let it fly far u
y toward heaven, far above all our lON
Il grovellings and desires, far above a
+ earth's passions and discordant strain:
Let the sun kiss its folds, let ever
breeze watt its noble story to th
y, world. When, as the wind dies ava.
it falls in loose masses together, let il
~ folds enclose the memory of the herof
who have laid their lives upon the
. cOuntry'S altar to protect it; when th
u freshening breeze again shakes out il
s. waving lines as beautiful thin
le against the sky, let the story that
ie tells shake out it's fragrance Of bles
Is ing, even as an opening rose spreat
III it's perfume around it. And this
IL my fondest wish: to God may we
+ truer, to our country may we be mo
~ consecrated, to law, to liberty, to ju
,iS tice, to honor may we be more devot'
H. because of this little service that
81 have held here to-day.
in
e. The flag was flown to the breeze tC
X salute of 21 guns, Patrick Ganno
at William Honan, Walter Finch a.
it's Michael White handling the gul
The church bells also pealed for
ur their greeting, and there was certain