The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1915-06-03
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fingers, she turns her face to the west,
hurls blood curdling anathamas at old
England, even teaching her children her
hates: but to Uncle Sam, "You are to
blame. We've got you marked" A big
bumptous fellow, turned cry-baby. In
cidentally, Mr.. Kaiser, how are those
swine doing in Belgium, put out to be
fed and fattened on Uncle Sans bene-
factions, but to be sent back to feed
your folks round Christmas, or rather
round your celebrations of Odin and
Thor? Gentlemen: This reign of terror
and blood cannot last. A breath of wind
is passing over the world. 1t is the
breath of the Almighty, the Ancient of
Days. Six feet of earth and few cold,
gray ashes will, as in all the past of hu
man history, mark the passing and spent
| meteor. Prominence: France today is
preemipent in the staying quality of her
soldiers, in power of artillery, in avia-
ton, in sanitation, in surgery, in heart,
in courage, in all of the great principles
and sentiments on which rest the ulti-
shook off absolutism century ago. The
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cause, she makes the beacon of the
world; and Great Britain, through her
| historic disciplines, the sea power of the
world for three hundred years, seconds
/ her great aim God save the Republics
of France and of the world!
What mission has our government in
| the reimbursement that must come? First
i to call council of all the powers i'll this
western world, and get down to business
in making Mexico tolerable. The long
cared animals hitched to the tread mill
| of revolution there must be stalled. If
before the storm of blood in Europe has
| blown out, we get down to that job in
Mexico, then will our hands be clean for
the undertaking across the sea. 10 stop
| this blood-ma rage, Intervention by ten
million arms of neutral powers, if need
be will come.
In the Titanic disaster of two years
ago, the self abandon, honor and chival-
ry OF men, both of high and of loWly de-
gree, were transcendent in the presence
of doom by the act of God. In the Lusi-
| tania disaster of this month innocence
went to its doom by an act of black
piracy, that human history will never
! condone.
Gentlemen of the Grand Army of the
Republic: This fiftieth anniversary of
the close of the great struggle of which
you were part seems most fitting for
| the presentation of few pictured mem
cries of the honor and chiYalry and true
| glory of the men who figured in the clos
ing scenes. In contrast with old world
depictions, they stand out in lines and
! settings of matchless beauty and power
! of inspiration. That April Sunday morn
ing in 1865 at Appomattox-s it was
to our war-weary land. The Confeder-
ate army had been stormed out of Rich
mond ard Petersburg but few days be-
| fore, and was like tiger at bay in the
I vicinity of Appomattox that Sunday
morning. Gordon has said to member
of Lees staff, "Tell General Lee that my
command has been fought to a fragile,
and | fear l can do nothing, unless |
am heavily supported by Longstreet' s
Corps" Hearing that, Lee exclaimed,
There is nothing left for me but to go
ard see Gen. Grant, and had rather die
thousand Deaths" Long: treet pressed
Lee to say if In his opinion the sacrifice
of his army could in any way help the
cause in other quarters. Lee thought
not. "Then," said Longstreet, ''your
cause speaks for itself" They were
near burnt fire in the open. Blue
eyed Malone was called and asked his
| Judgment. He kicked the smoul dering
embers together, and confirmed Lees
ments of his army breuk away into guer-
| rilla warfare, but would surrender honor
| ably. He had drawn his sword against
his country, and had fallen under the
| hand of destiny. He had not believed in
slavery at all. 1t was repulsive to him.
| The McLain house, the best in the viii
| lage, back from the street; surrounded
by elms and locusts and rose bushes, was
selected for his meeting with Grant.
| There in quiet room with one of his
staff he sat that Sunday morning, fault
lessly dressed in gray and in the full in
sigma of his rank as field commander of
| the Confederate army. He was tall,
| stately and commanding, but he was
pallid, the picture Of deep detection. In
| to that room came Grant, one officer at
| tending, Grant, of medium stature, in
the uniform of private, pants in his
bootlegs, spattered with mud, in blue
blouse, but with the shoulder straps of
| lieutenant general. A frank face, set
! in brown hair and beard, eyes direct and
| charitable, voice vibrant and winsome;
but doggedness as pronounced as was
Lees natural enthusiasm; these were
the marks of the man Lee would face
| thousand deaths rather than meet.
Grant recalled Lee at West Point and in
| Mexico perfectly, but thought it improb-
able that Lee should have remembered
him, such was his lack of self conscious
| ness. Talk ran between them in a most
! kindly way. till Lee had to remind Grant
| OF the object of the meeting. Ordering
his manifold order book to be brought,
! for Lee asked the terms in writing.
, Grant sat down at little table in the
/ center of the room, and wrote rapidly
| the only terms he could make, uncondl-
tional surrender. Looking up he noticed
Lees ion-headed stately sword, and
then he added in writing, ''This will not
embrace the side arms of the officers, nor
their private horses" He then rose,
went over to Lee and placed the book in
his hands. Lee laid it beside him, ad-
justed his spectacles, and slowly read
line after line: then looking towards Gen.
eral Grant, he said, ''This will have a
very happy effect upon my army" That
morning. or rather midday, General
Grant ordered Federal ration divided
among starving Confederate soldiers. In