The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1918-09-10

and sunk In the Irish Sea, stand1ng1
with nothing but the starry firma-
ment above them and the billowy
sea beneath them, singing Amer
ica," think you that spirit can be
conquered by the chicanery and
trickery Of the fiends of darkness that
stop at no outrage? Will the spirit
of the American soldier ever die, his
courage ever falter, his faith ever
fail? Will he ever permit the world
grabbing Hun to place his swinish
| foot on American soil or sink his
greedy claws in the heart of Ameri-
can Liberty? Not while the spirit of
Bishop Batterton lives, for he has
given his life to throttle this mon
ster of all iniquity, he has made the
supreme sacrifice rather than live to
see one single foot of our beloved
land defiled as swilling place for
the world-hated Hun. And the mil
lions of American soldiers that we
are sending overseas will sacrifice
their lives to conquer the bands of
outlaws that scourge the earth.
"Oh that our brave soldiers of
democracy may plant the white ban
ners of peace around the circles of
the earth that war shall be no more!
Victory must perch upon their ban
ners, for the blood of Bishop Batter
ton and our other heroic dead who
| have fallen by his side, cries out to
God for vengeance against that van
dial tribe that walks the earth, the
enemy of God and man. No night of
defeat shall fall upon the hosts of de-
mocracy and bury them in gloom for
ever. A fair shining day is already
lighting up the sky, the choral voices
of heaven must sing hymn of victory
and democracy must win this old
earth complete as her loyal posses
sion. For the blood of our heroic
dead must not be spilled in vain.
What an appeal is the life and
death of Bishop Batterton to the
young manhood of Bourbon county
to enlist in this war for humanity.
Let our citizens uncover their heads
and bow lowly as they carry the
memory of our illustrious dead hero
in their bosoms. And when the war
| is over and the victory is won let
us bring back his body and carry it
through these streets where he trudg-
ed in days agone and on to our city
of the dead, where we shall place
marble slab with this epitaph, He
Died For Me- And 1 should like to
place upon his grave, not a wreath,
but SCROLL I am the resurrection
and the life; he that believeth in me,
though he were dead, yet shall he
live What glorious privilege to
die for ones country! l know of no
greater honor that could come to any
young man than the privilege of
making the supreme gift, for greater
love hath no man than this, that a
man lay down his life for his friends.
And am sure that the happiest mo-
ment in the life of Bishop Batterton
was when his spirit went home to
God in sacrifice for his country's flag
and his country's honor. oh death
where is thy sting, oh grave where is
thy victOry?' To have had such a
son is honor enough for one home;
to have reached such distinction is
glory enough for one man.
1--WE commend this bereaved family
to the mercies of our loving Father.
Oh bereaved souls be comforted, and
may the memory of this heroic life
be to you both exultation and inspi-
ration And may you get on the same
road that he has Travelled that you
may come out at the same glory. He
foot of the throne; waiting under the
tree of life; waiting on the banks
of the river, and one day he will cry
out mother is coming, father is
coming, sister is coming, brothers are
coming-stand back, We ransOmed
ones, and let me welcome them home
And the grief of this afternoon will
be swallowed up in the joy of the
Heavenly reunion.
ooh that the name of Bishop Bat
terton might be one of the watch
) words to awake the county of Bour-
bon to more valiant service. No
church or home can mopolize his
name now. He belongs to Bourbon
county. He lived in it, and loved it,
and died for it. And may the story
of his life and death thrill every
soul in it to heroic service.
Until the reunion day we say fare
we'll to his departed spirit. We can
afford to wait such a grand reunion.
He leaves us higher consultation than
any dying statement which he might
have made in the memory of his
blameless and we'll spent life. Some
day a monument will be erected in
Bourbon's beautiful capital, perhaps
a plain white shaft. And deep cut in
it's sides will be the name that is dear
to you above the names of men, the
name of this brave boy who died as
he lived, true to his country and true