The Newtown bee., 1903-06-05

the German come, let the Lithunian come; but let them come not here to set up princi pies that shall be in
 mocking contrast with our own, but | to join with us heart to heart and hand to hand in working a complete emancipation for all men in this land Of the free.
 This is the land of the free; oh, what struggle it has been to win our liberty! At first it was struggle for religious liberty, not at once
 achieved, for they who fell upon their
 knees in profound gratitude to God for
 freedom of worship then fell upon the
 aborigines for the pillaging of their
 land. Then it was struggle for wha t
 freedom could be ha under govern
 ment of kings. Then it was struggle
 for constitutional liberty, foreshadow-
 ed in the Declaration, strengthened in
 the Federation of the Colonies and blOSSOming out into fact in the Con- stitution of these United States. What glorious liberty is ours; but this glorious liberty does not embrace un-
 governed license. A man under the | influence of strong drink was ambling down the walk, taking up more space | than was his due and throwing his
 arms wildly about. These arms, thus
 brandished, came into collision with a
 gentleman's silk hat; and the gentle
 man felled the drunken fellow to the
 walk. The latter arose and in his in-
 coherent way began muttering some
 thing about he would like to know if
 this was not free country, "Yes," re-
 piled the proprietor of the silk hat,
 "This is free country; but I'd like
 you to remember that your liberty ends just at the point where the end of my
 nose begins"
 This is a free country; but how
 much does the warning need to be
 sounded to-day that it is not free
 country to throw cobble-stones and to
 wreck trolley cars and to disturb the
 right of every citizen to be unmolested
 in the quiet discharge of his common
 duties. No one has any right to in terfere with the authorita tive e nforce-
 ment of law. no one, l say, even
 though he be mayor of town. Where my liberty begins, there your liberty,
 if it infringes upon my liberty, ad-
 ruptly ends. Here the objection re-
 marks, "But can not do what I will with my own?" On, yes, foolish fel-
 low, you can beat your silly brains out by bum mping your head against the
 wall; you can throw your money, jus because you have earned it and yol claim it as your own, into the sea; yol can, if no one is looking, even take your own life. You cannot. however , hear me, SOW thistles even in your own , field; it will spread to your neighbor's field. You cannot have contagious
 disease in your house, even if you art , not afraid of it, without being quaran tined. You can scold your wife ant :, say words of which you ought to b. i heartily ashamed to your children, be . cause they are your own; but you can not, as citizen, do just what you will, for the rigid laws in this fre . land of ours will hem you in.
 1 congratulate you, my friends, tha your Memorial day comes in the ful 2 brightness and beauty of the year Some weeks ago spring came as a tin '' id maiden modestly handing littl nosegay of bloom; now with conf dent step she rushes to throw bower 2 of perfumed wealth at our feet. A the earthquake shock and the darker |. ed heavens and the graves opene U made men tremble when the sha do, of the Cross fell over their faces, contrast by so much the more beautifl Il was the brightness of the resurrectio u morning when Jesus brushed aside tn y lilies with His sacred feet. By s u much the more bright is this time t 7 which, in Gods kind lengthening ( your days, you have come because (
 the stormrack of battle and the ligt '' ming stroke of war through which yo | have passed. The tear-stained day y are over, and the memory of grea u past reaches it's apotheosis now. All ID your work was SOwn in weakness; 'e was reaped in power; it was sown
 bitterness; it is reaped in brotherl
 charity and love; it was sown in pc ID sonal agony: it is reaped in a Nation
 rejoicing and hope. As thls brigh D. morning daisies are growing whe IS years agone bayonets flashed in tf IS sun and cannon balls plougbed the y scorching way, as glad birds are no s, singing above grassy slopes where le the days that you easily recall tf IS piteous groanS of the wounded and d of ing rent the air; so the happy arts lg peace havelsucceeded the ghastly deet lp of war, so the thrill of joyous Tiff 1t which the earth feels on Memori 20 day is the welcome follower of u 1T winters cheerless gloom.
 is But ever as speak there rushe O. fast into the intervals of speech tf IS; thought, They are not all here. N m the comrades that gathered in tn of church twelvemonth ago to do hOl m or to the heroes dead are not all he ji- to-day; some have themselves gone jh join that mighty host that moves wit ly noseless tread and untitled drums in1 IT, the boundlesS realms of shade. le catch glimse of their shadOwy forn h.. reureating in the thick gloom tn; at gathers round them as tile after til s- troop after troop they pass; and fro a out that gloom there comes a voice il m distinct because of the diStanc IT, They are not all here. Now and aga