Weekly journal-miner., 1915-06-02

tropic suns, and the carnage at many times was fearful and unparalleled More than 500000 of the boys in blue were killed in battle or died of their wounds. Thousands more perished miserably from the cruel bangs of hunger in the loathsome prison hells of Andcrsonville and Libbey. But they were all guided by the sublimest patriotism, and after years of terrific warfare, saved the Union for all fu- ture ages.
 Veterans of the Rebellion I feel like addressing you as Webster did the Revolutionary soldiers who were still living and present at the dedication of the great Bunker Hill monument: Venerable men you have come down to us from a former generationw How inspired and gratihed are we to meet and greet you here! In a few more years, you, too, must cross the unknown river and pitch your tents on the further shore; but you will depart with the pleasing knowledge that your lives have not been in vain; that your noble country, which you helped to preserve, still exists in the plentitude of strength, armed with potential vigor and animated and sus- tained by the same lofty patriotism which guided you in her darkest hour of peril; that the men who wore the blue and the gray are now friends, and united here and for eternity; and that the sons and grandsons of both the blue and the gray will forever de fend the Union from foreign invasion and from domestic violence. Your patriotic organization, known as the Grand Army of the Republic, was or ganized for the purpose of fostering the friendships formed in field and camp and bivouac; to perpetuate the memory of valiant achievements; to stimulate patriotism and love of coun- try, and lastly to officiate at the final obsequies of your deceased members as "one by one they fall from your thinned and shattered ranks and join the serried hosts in the bivouac of the dead" This latter function you are performing here today You re- call to mind over half a century ago the lonely and unmarked but honored graves where you laid to their last long sleep brave comrades who fell by your side; you laid them away un- der the shadow of the laurel and pal metto and nature will have to decor ate their graves and the feathered songster trill their requiems:
 "Thc humber ranks, the lowly
 brave who bled
 While cheerily following where the
 mighty led:
 Who sleep beneath the undistin-
 guished sod.
 Where happier comrades in their
 triumph trod."
 Veterans! You arc now gathered around the grave of Union soldier, a pioneer of Arizona, whose body lies buried beneath this flag. In the arms of mother earth you have laid him to sleep, and at his head you have placed the simple monument which shows who lies buried here. Your dead comrade, w. H. Fergu- son, is now upon the other shore.
 In behalf of the Veterans, extend sincere thanks to you boys and girls for your participation in these exer- cises, and to your teachers as well. Gather the sweet-scented flowers of Arizona and scatter them over sol dicrs' graves; and when you are grown to manhood and womanhood see to 1t that your children, too, will keep up the patriotic custom, so that on each Memorial Day every soldiers grave will be remembered and hon pred. And now in the words of the , poet 1 conclude my remarks:
 Rest on cmbalmed and sainted
 dead,
 Dear as the blood you gave No impious footstep here shall
 tread, The herbage of your grave; Nor shall your memory be forgot, |. While fame her record keeps, Or honor points the hallowed spot, Where valor proudly sleeps" Y. UDGE SANFORD WILL d
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