The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1909-05-31

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BY THE STATE o.
IF mems memories not thy monu-
ments be
Thou shalt have none. Warm hearts
and not cold stone
Shall mark thy graves. else thou shalt
lie unknown,
Marbles keep not themselves, how
then keep thee"
One of your distinguished citizens
has paid Morton this splendid tribute:
LAS an orator he may not hold the
first rank, but like Lincoln, his words
we're short and to the point. his mag
cry touched the mind and his senti-
menr reached the heart. His love OF
country, the affections he had for his
wife, the devotion for Indiana soldiers,
were the strong forces of his great
and noble life"
The Boys Of 81 to IS.
OF the 2,77S.309 enlisted men, only
a remnant remains. No new faces are
seen among the ranks. No more come
boys from the dear old fields of home.
to fill the broken regiments. Your
commanders are gone. The uncon-
querable Grant sleeps by the Hudson,
where the ships of the Hudson's salute
when passing his tomb.
With blue above his helmet
And rock beneath his feet
The brave heroic soldier
Never met defeat.
Never faltered on the fire line,
Never sought anothers wrong,
But with firmness pressed his column
'Gainst his foemen fierce and strong.
Was as gentle as woman
Was as candid as child
With hope that outran glory
And a love that ever smiled.
The irristable Sherman, the dashing
Phil Sheridan the fierce fighters-Lo-
gan, Mcpherson, Reynolds, Thomas
and Hancock are gone. And in that
goodly company too are most of your
comrades. You who sit here today.
in your faces can seen the record of
your years. Traces of sad tears and
bitter sorrow mark them all. Still,
there's brightness in them yet, a
bueyancy of that dashing youth that
marched and fought and conquered.
Spirits, leaping forth as from the very
gales Of life. dauntless, courageous,
immortal spirits. I see you at the
battle front. men strong in life and
stronger still in death. 1 see you with
your faces homeward turned when the
war is over. / see you in the fields
Of peace striving with the passing
years. Your faded faces tell where
the winds blew and snow crowns of
the winter. And memory, Goddess of
the mind, is always sweet and clean.
She is turning the pages of the past
for you today. You are looking at the
old fields. the old camping grounds.
the crests of the mountains, the wide
expanse of the sea. You hear the
bugle calls, the music of the fife and
drum. Victory and the starry flag
was yours.
Comrades Of my father. make a
spring-time of the years that shall be
left to you. May you live so we'll that
God will hear your answer when the
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When time hath numbered all our
dead
And crowns are given those Of worth,
The soldiers of the Civil war.
Shall stand among the Nations-first.
Patriotic Mothers.
The love of country can never per-
ish. It is like a mothers pride in her
children. And the Nation, whose
sons have most distinguished them
selves in battle or in civil life have
been the sons of patriotic mothers.
Greece has enriched the worlds his
tory, and that history is replete with
sons Of heroic mothers.
Eight sons, Damineta to battle sent
And buried all beneath one monument
No tears she shed for sorrow, but this
spake.
Sparta. bore these children for thy
sake"
And that other mother gave her son
q sword, and when the boy complain
ed that the blade was too short, said.
MY son, add step to it, And that
mother who gave her son q shield.
said, my son, bring the shield back
with honor or be brought back upon
It And that old Spartan mother.
who. having sent her five sons out to
battle. and anxiously awaited the re-
suit. when q courier came bringing
news Of the battle, she asked him.