The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1902-07-12
IN MEMORY OF THE HERO PULASKI.
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tie trefoil that have left 10 their
native land the richest legacy OF all
its learned dead.
In the temple Of fame on his left is
slowocki, aud at his right stands
Krasinski with the Psalm Of Sorrow in
his hand.
We need say no more; it Is right to
be silent in the presence Of the gods.
Let Slowocki speak for the triad;
Some time hereafter will my bones be
whitened,
Somewhere IN strangers soil, |
know not where,
| envy those whose dying hours are
heightened,
Famed by their native air:
But flowers Of some strange land will
spring and nod
Above my grave, 0 God.
Mr.. Chairman, be spoke the word
prophetic. Millions Of his countrymeD
everywhere, on the mountain and in
the valley, by the side of the rivers
and the seas, beneath the clouds of
gentle, soothing ram, and all over the
heavens s5ove, filed with the eternal
sunshine Of American freedom, in a
strange land no longer strange, these
sons and daughters Of Slowocki dwell
IN happy homes, full Of the flowers Of
joy, whose perfume shall forever fill
the earth with the glory of these
devoted martyrs
As they assembled beyond the reach
Of human sorrow and Of human critl-
cism, they mingled with the agonies of
I heir last hour an i~mploring appeal to
the Parent of all mercies that He
would remember with an ever. flower
ing blessing the people of their blood.
And as they rose their mantle fell on
worthy and distinguished shoulders.
Thirty years later SienkIewicz sat
self-crowned upon the throne made
vacant when Mickiewicz had passed
away. Clad in the royal purple mantle
OF their transcendant genius he reigns
the greatest creative mind in the field
Of glowing fiction at the close of the
nineteenth century. His unfathomed
soul has spent itself, of all the world
that has lived and loved and suffered,
10 the rarest, richest treasure-the
gems and flowers Of thought.
MIR. Chairman, these are the people
that have come TO US. Their patriotism
IN the happiness Of a ~new-found home
that fills all the longiDgs of a saddened
heart Is only measured by their sorrows
aud their greatness. Among the hosts
OF great and mighty men they have
evolved, the name OF Pulaski stands 10
America uurivaled in the solitude OF
glory.
The continually expanding, ever
growing map of our country-theiI
c%ountry-as a living reminder Of bis
noble character. bears the name Of
Count Pulaski over a score of times
repeated. And in my own district his
name honors town and county in the
multiplied gratitude of u citizens.
Pulaski belongs to us. He was one
of us. This was his adoptei country,
and he loved it with ali the ardor oi
one whose enemies had killed his
father, assassinated his country,
enslaved his people, and drove them
into exile; Of one who mad lived and
suffered and felt, who had waited fol
the footsteps that did not come, and
listened for a voice that is still; who
had watched for the dawn Of a day
that never rose; whose heart had beer
swept by all the storms Of fate, and or
which had fallen all the nights o.
doubt, despair and death, and from
whose bosom flowed the stream OF 1
wasted, ruined life, laden with all the
spoils Of a devastating war.
This was the Pulaski that came L
Washington with Benjamin franklin
admiring letter of introduction. H,
had won that magnificent compliment
from the great American by his heroi,
and dashing courage, his towering mil
itary genius, his mistaken loyalty, hi
deeds of heroism through eight loDI
aud despairlng years of bloody war II
Poland-achieyemenis that barrel
escaped the miraculous and almos
challenged belief,
While a CLEAN of hope remained, b
fought for Poland with r~elentles
energy ind brilliant resource. But lh
combined power OF three mighty en-