The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1915-06-03

all the epic pictures in the world We will
look in vain for simpler but inner lines
and shades Of the deeps Of human nature
than IN that meeting. Its counterpart
may be found in our own General Cham
berlain's formal receipt OF the surren-
der of the army of Northern Virginia
three days later near the same village OF
Appomattox, when the salute of the
long line of Federal blue by bugle blast
and shift of arms from "an order" to "a
carry was ordered by our gallant first
soldier of Maine, and met the same gal
liant response from General Gordon and
his haggard and tattered men In gray.
Such acts lift men above the things of
earth, and to place among the stars OF
heaven. Such memories must be taught
10 our children's children through the
succeeding generations of our history.
Memories of fifty years ago: From
chat April Sunday morning at Appomat-
tex. just five days, the country's heart
throbbed with the deep thrilling joys of
peace; and then it throbbed again with
deep and poignant woe, the Nation 8
woe, world woe. Lincoln was slain.
Tall, gaunt, sad-faced, furrow-faced,
gentle, genial. jocose Lincoln. who had
borne the crushing burden of the Nation
through four years of grim war, was
slain by wicked assassin in the dawn of
peace. Cold and forever still there lay
His hand that grasped the hand of patriot
fear,
His word ard look that gave to millions cheer,
His mien and voice that quelled disloyalty.
His life that sealed the rights of men eternal
ly.
Beside the Potomac, turgid with the Nation s
rain of grief.
There PROSTATE Law the cold, white citadel,
In which reason on guard was wont to dwell.
Reason that, when hope faltered nearly crush
ed,
From wits firm buttressed fastness gallant
rushed,
To rally loyalty in force. of late
Repulsed and scorned by treason to the State;
That lent, by mustered mirth, in camp and
field,
Valor to boys in blue. nights arm to WELD.
There pulseless lay the heart in crypt Of clay
That in the darkest storms of wars array,
Beat for the widow and the fatherless,
Sharing their griefs with heavens tenderness;
That said to her whose son was to be shot
For sleeping, sentry-broken. on the spot
Where peril doomed above the Union arms,
"Go home. go home, drown not in grief's
alarms
The execution of your boy by me
Is staid from now unto eternity"
and hand:
| No, no, it is not so; loftier command
Is his than that of world chronology,
Or worthy arms, or great discovery.
He's now the Genius of all civic veal.
The magic of his power all commons feel.
Thrones crumble. Fair republics fairer rise.
Blind hate was slain. Genius is Of the skies.
! Gentlemen of Liberty Post of the
Grand Army of the Republic: This is
your day of proud memories. Captain
Johnson: Over fifty years of the ma
jestic sea of the Nations life, now the
first power in the world, first in treas.
ure, first in humane purpose, in memory
you sail again beneath your country's
stars, fair as the stars of heaven
Senator Morse and Sergeant Hatch:
wish my memory could serve me tt
name all of the living of your Post &C
curately as are the names of all + YOU
honored dead enrolled in your roster
The gallantries and heroism of your ano
their young lives Of fifty years ago, il
your country's cause. the Immortal Lin
coins cause, are not, nor will they be
forgotten. Failing physical powers, thu
dimmed eye, the dulled ear, the empt!
sleeve. cannot rob you of, but they rather
add to your concepts of what was accom-
plished by you and your comrades il
arms, when you heard the stirring cal
and willing ans vered, "Here am l. A.
fail the witnesses of the Grand Arm.
here, the very air about US, the calm
skies, the fleece clouds of heaven will
be vibrant and voiceful, to your inne
being, with the immortal spirits of thos'
who shared with the great Emancipato
the country's perils, that all men within
her domain might have equal standing il
her Temple of Justice.