The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1903-06-11
of fighting at home and for home. It
was the first and last time that Lee set

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was the first and last time that Lee set
his foot on northern soil. Equip an
American soldier with a conscience of
right and duty, throw into the balance
the desperation of fighting for home,
he cannot beat retreat. / have been
at Bull Run, Richmond, Fredericks-
burg, Chickamauga, Lookout Noun
tain, Nashville, Brandy Station, Win
chester, and on score of other less
! important battle-felds. I am devoutly
thankful for the honor of standing on
these scenes. One gets new baptism
of patriotism and more profound re-
spect for the heroes of those perilous
days. l have seen scores of SCARED
Confederates and talked with them. in
their homes, heard their side of the
story; and have yet to find one who
has not the same estimate of your valor
that you have of his. The fighting Con-
federate never saw Northern coward,
a fightingjN ortherner never saw Con-
federate coward. Steel met steel, Greek
met Greek, American met American.
But grander still, / have never seen
Confederate soldier who faced northern
lead and bayonets, who knew the exul-
tation of victory, and the sting of de-
feat, but who declares out of the full
ness of his heart that he thanks God we
are one people with one flag.
l am proud of New England for the
part she took at Lexington, Concord
and Bunker Hill. l am proud of her
for the part she took in the war among
the States. Every State was repre-
sented at Bull Run, and when the stars
and bars went down at Appomattox,
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ever, every New England State was
there. We may be charged with pro-
vincialism and blue laws, but the crime
of treason or disloyalty has never been
laid at our doors. When the call to
arms comes, the old hills of New Eng
land resound with the tramp of men,
We have never shirked responsible
ity, we never will
The old world builds its monuments
to individual greatness, we to the sac
rifices of the plain people. Here we
raise no towering shaft like demi-go
among men. But the common soldier
shall not sleep unwept, unhOnored and
unSung. Our monuments read Gin
memory of the soldiers and sailors of
this town who fell in the war for the
Union" When France thinks of Ma
rengo and Austerlitz it is Napoleon and
Ney whom she deifes When Britain
boasts of Trafalgar she sees only Mel
son through the smoke of victory. 1t
is Marlborough at Blenheim, yelling
ton at Waterloo. / am glad the United
States has repudiated the groundless
custom of hero worshipping. 1t is the
Union Army, of which you were units,
that we honor to-day
About a year ago, in very humble
capacity was at Arlington, beautiful
city of the soldier dead. The President
and his cabinet were there, and many
others high in military and civil life
The Refinement of Gen. Rosecrans
brought them thither. The dead sol
in Difference to an almost irresistible
the continent and was soon to lie be-
side thousands of his comrades. An
unpretentious casket, draped in the
American flag, held all that was NOR
TIL. The ceremony bore the dignity Of
simplicity and the charm of sincerity
just as he lived. The day was as beau
tiful as the place was appropriate.
Many of you have seen Arlington; to
you no description is necessary, to 9TH
ers none is possible. 1t seemed to me
that the very flowers We'd with one an
other i'll waiting a perfumed welcome.
And | thought as | looked upon that
scene and contemplated the cause to
which the best of Rosecrans' life had
been consecrated, that the measure of
mans earthly greatness was here filled.
The ceremonies were concluded, many
had gone; a handful of his old guard
fingered, unwilling to say goodbye.
Just then, leaning heavily upon his
staff, gray haired old man. bent with
years and pain, approached the casket,
and 'wept the tears of child. A still
ness akin to death fell upon that scene.
The beauty of the eulogies and the in
in this humble tribute. l would that
every living soldier could have seen it;
| would that every dead soldier could
have raised his head, even for moment
and looked upon it: would that every
soldier of the lost cause could have
been there. This feeble old man was
Gen. Longstreet, second only to Lee,
the greatest of living Confederate gen.
erals. Just across the river and in full
view, the inspiring dome of the Nations
Capitol reaches upward; on it's summit,
'kissed by the sun of day and wooed by
the stars of night, TRANQUILITY floats the
unconquered flag of the greatest nation
on earth"
Here, at Arlington, is the sacrifice;
there at Washington is the triumph.
That's your victory
Deafness is Durable! Sufferers from
impaired hearing will be glad to know that
their atf1iction is probably not due to any
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