White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1911-06-04

Armand.
Mr.. Quay1e was then introduced as
orator of the day, and his Grafton a.
followed by those present with the
greatest interest. men standing in the
cemetery with bareheads, unmindful
of the changing weather. listening to
an eloquent portrayal of the deeds of
those who were gone. gaining new
light on the sacred character of the
day, finding more thought for the IL
lustrious dead. gaining new knowl-
edge of the glories of the flag. The
orator OF the day spoke in part as
follows:
Mr.. Quayle's Address.
Mr.. President and Friends: 1t is
appropriate that We should set aside
one day of each year for the purpose
of refreshing our memories Of those
who have gone before us. II is ap-
propriate that at least once each
year We should dedicate a few hours
to the end of paying tribute to those
who have closed the chapter Of life
here and passed to that beyond which
70 US. the living. is unknown aud
seemingly unknowable. II is especial
ly appropriate that We in Nevada, a
state vast with memories. should so
dedicate a portion of our time.
II NAY be that some of us who are
gathered here have no relatives or
dear friends buried in this small
area; somewhere. though. in a SINH
lar sacred spot. in this or some other
state there lie the remains of some
one. at least. who was very close 10
US, and while We pay the homage of
our thoughts and words to those who
lie here. others are performing a like
service elsewhere.
We are all losers by the hand of
Death. Like a frost he nips the
choicest bud in the flower garden OF
our lives. The tender roots of the
young life just begin to take firm
hold in the soil of our love when the
pitiless and undiscriminating Reaper
snatches il from us and departing
with feyerish haste leaves us to
MOURN w the pale beauty of the
~lifeless petals. Sadly we lay the
sacred remains away in some small
green plot which with our memory
of the dead is refreshed from time 10
time with copious tears. Losers are
We all by the hand of Death. 1t may
be the old, it may be the young who
have been taken from us. 1t has
been said that the only difference be-
tween the dying of the aged and the
dying of the young is that the old go
to death while death comes to the
young. And when death comes to
the young there is usually the resis-
lance typified by Cyrono's contest in
the Rostand novel.
My friends. not long ago ] stood
among the ruins of one of Nevada's
old towns and as | stood there con-
templating the relentless work of time
and the elements, | thought how typi-
was the condensed story before
me of the life and history of our
state. Born into the nation of states
for purposes of expediency, giving of
the f~ulness of her stores of treasure
during the period of that nations
greatest distress, deserted and al
most forgotten when the rayishing
hand of mar has pried the riches
from the miser-grasp of Nature.
II has been said that in the affairs
of nations as in the affairs of men
bloodshed is justified only as a mat
ter Of self preservation. In that
principle our great Civil War has a
full justification and to the heroes of
that war both living and dead we
can at all times pay unreseryed-
ly the homage of our respect
and admiration. but my friends.
the fullest justification of that
"a is in the fact that within
forty years of its termination we
find on the part of the losing side the
confession of error and on the
part of the successful North admira-
ton for a yalorous foe mingled with
a full forgiveness; and now once each
year the veterans of that war and the
children and grandchildren OF those
veterans carry to each soldiers
grave a flag or a flower. They are
no longer soldiers of the North or
soldiers of the South, but collective
ly they are soldiers of our Civil War.
To those here who are veterans of
the Spanish Wan | wish to say You