The Republican journal., 1910-06-16

young Greek Ion was about TO De sacri-
need his sweetheart asked HIM Il tney
would meet again and he replied, II nave
asked that question of the hills that look
eternal, of the clear streams that now
forever, of the stars among whose helds
OF azure my raised spirit has walked IN
glory. All these were dumb, but as l
gaze on thy living face l feel there Is
something in the love that NANTES
through its beauty that cannot wholly
perish. We shall meet again, Cleman-
~ no 1--we that when thy summons comes TO JOIN
Inc innumerable caravan that moves
10 the pale realms of shade, where each shall
take
H his chamber in the silent halls of death,
Ihou go not like the quarry slave at night =,
Scourged to his dungeon; but sustained and
~ an unfalterng trust; approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery OF his couch -,
ABOUT him and lies down to pleasant dreams. -
The response was by Comrade A. Stin-
son, who spoke, in part, as follows:
Today, the past rises before me like a
dream. Again we are in the great strug-
gle for national liberty. We hear the
preparations for war. We hear the grand
strains of martial music. We see thou
SANDS OF great assemblies and hear voices
OF orators. We see the pale cheeks of
women and the flushed faces of the men.
we lose sight of them no more; we are
with them when they enlist in the great
army Tor freedom; we see them part from
those they love. Some are walking with
the maidens they adore. We hear the
whlsperlngs and the sweet VOWS OF eter-
nal love as they lingering y part, and with
some the parting is forever Some are
receiving the blessings of old men; some
are bending over cradles kissing babies
that are asleep; some are talking with
wives and endeavorlng to drive away the
awful fear. We see them part. We see
the wife standing in the door in the sun
light with the babe in her arms, sobbing.
At the turn of the road a hand waves.
He is gone, and forever. We see them
march proudly away under the grand old
flag, keeping step to the grand music of
the war, marching down the streets of
the great cities, through the towns and
out onto the prairies, to do or die for the
eternal right. We 60 with them on all
the CORY fields, in all the hospitals of
pain, on all the weary marches. We
stand guard with them in the wild storm
and under the quiet stars. We are with
them in ravines running with blood and
in the burrows of old fields. We are
with them between contending hosts,
unable to move, wild with thirst, the
life-blood ebbing away among the with
cred leaves We see them torn by shot
and shell in the trenches and in the
come as iron with nerves of steel. We
orc with tbo,,, oil tho of atro5
and famine; but human speech can never
tell what they endured. We are at home
when the news comes that they are dead.
We see the maiden IN the shadow of her
first sorrow; we see the silver head of
the old man bent down in his last sorrow.
My dear friends, those heroes are dead.
They died for liberty. They died for you
and me. They sleep in the land they
made free, under the flag they rendered
stainless. They sleep beneath the shad
ows of the clouds, careless f the sun
shine and the storm, each in his window
less palace of rest. Earth may run red
with other wars but they are at peace.
In the midst of battle, in the roar of the
conflict, they died. My dear old comrades,
we too must soon pass through the dark
valley, over the river, and pitch our tents
within the shadows of the dim unknown;
but behind us, as monument OF achieve
ments, will remain the ocean bound
American republc-the only true repub
lie the world has ever known, within
whose borders there lives no peasant, no
serfs, no slaves-only men and women
living in the true nobility of manhood
and Womanhood. Across this continent.
from the rock bound coast on which beat
the waves of the Atlantic, over mountain
and valley for thirty five hundred miles
to where the Pacific beats on California S
golden strand, there lives great unbrok
en- family of happy Americans. 1t is a
country in which live the representatives
of all races, of all nationalities, of all
civilizations; and all are gathered around
the altar of one common country in the
brotherhood of universal freedom. Over
all, my dear comrades the starry banner
under which you fought, and whose folds
YOU emblazoned with the names of the
proudest victories humanity ever won,
waves as the ensign of this government,
which is the realized hope of the great
and good of all ages, when within this
government hundreds of millions shall
live the home life of American freemen,
and around their hearths the stories of
your deeds shall be told and those teem-
ing millions will have but one flag, one
country, one destiny.
Comrade Libby reported for the COM
mittee in favor of Freedom for the Au-
gust meeting and the report was adopted.
After some discussion it was voted to
hold a July meeting in Newburg and an
invitation was extended for the assocla-
ton to meet there July eth.
At the call for those who had died since
the last meeting the name of Elisha T.
Knowlton of Belfast, 18th Maine Volun-
teers, was reported.
The boys then stood up and nearly &C
responded to the roll call after the lapse
of nearly so years.
Miss Frances Jones sang solo and
was encored. Comrade Trask, who al
ways has something good to say, made
some appropriate remarks. Capt. John
0. johnson of Liberty stood up for the
navy. All joined in singing Marching
Through Georgia. Then followed re-
marks by the President and by Comrades
Hatch and Jones. Mr.. Brown sang a
solo with Mrs Mears at the organ. Sis
tiers Belle j. Palmer OF Monroe and D.
o. Bowen of Morrill, made some pleasing