The Hartford republican. (Hartford, Ky.) 18??-1926, 1919-06-13

and, like Moses serving his people,
held back for years the cruel waves
of fratricidal strife. In jurisprud-
ence to Nicholas, Boyle, Robertson,
and Harlan, the great dissenter. In
oratory to Marshall Menfiee, and
Clay, OF the older school, and to Brad
ley and James, of the new. In sur
gerry to Mcdowell, the father of ovari-
otomy, and TO Brashear, who first am
putated the thigh at the hip Joint.
In journalism to Penn and Prentice,
and to the greatest Roman Of them
all, our own "Marse Henry" who
first, and for months alone, sounded
that stirring bugle call which was at
last to swell into the national chorus,
ITO hell with the Hohenzollerns and
the Hapsburgs."
Great Inventors.
In invention to John Fitch and
James Rumsey, who first mastered
the principles of the steamboat, and
to Barlow, who invented the planeta-
rum, and made model of the first
locomotive. In theology to Bascom,
Waller, Rice, and Alexander Camp
bell, who in the wilderness gave to
religion new faith now numbering
thousands of followers. In art to
Jouett, who, with cunning brush, so
truthfully delipeated the human fea-
lures as to almost make his canvas
breathe and speak; to Joel Hart, the |
whose genius touched cold |
and formless marble to make 1t blush |
at its own loneliness. In poetry to |
O'Hara, who wrote the immortal
elegy for all heroic dead.
The Great Song.
To music Kentucky gave a death
less song, one which blends in its
heart of melody the mysteries of twi-
light and moonrise, the glory of the
breaking day, the tenderness of siren
mother grooming soft and low, the
light of hearthstone fires, faces of
hose adored, and visions of the low
I'd and lost, and which, speaking a
universal language, tugs with memo
RES hands at the heartstrings of ev-
cry wanderer as he listens to the call
IF the land of his birth in the tender,
holy. beautiful strains of my Old
Kentucky Home"
Golden Burley There.
To luxury and dreams the Blue
,rass State has given its leaves of
golden Burley, whose subtle spirit
when released by fire steals into
he fortress of the brain and binds
asst the sentinels of grief and care"
To the sport of kings, to thrill the
carts and tense the muscles of thous-
nds of breathless spectators, she has
.iven the wild tattoo beat by the fly
ng hoofs of Kentucky's thorough
he wire. To gladden. and glorify
he hearts of men we have given
when we had to- the perfect, gra-
ious, beautiful gift-the roses out of !
aradise-the women of Kentucky.
The Supreme Gift.
If there had been in all Kentucky
ut one travail of birth, and that in a
liserable, pitiable log cabin. but one '
rooning love song to a babe held in 4
he hollow of mothers shoulder 4
nd that mother, Nancy Hanks, and
hat babe. Abraham Lincoln-this
firth alone would have been enough
D make very foot of Kentucky soil '
oily, sacred ground forever.
Bunker Hill To Chateau Thierry.
In every struggle for our existence, 4
4 every hour of our countrys need,
rom Bunker Hill to Chateau Thier-
y, Kentucky has kept step and heart
eat with the Nation. In the Revolu-
on the long rifles of the Kentuc- v
ians helped to circle Kings Noun
lin with a ring of fire. In 1912 they
led at the melancholy Raisin," and
nder gallant Richard Johnson they 4
ound revenge at the battle of the
names.
At New Orleans they stood by the
de of "Old Hickory" and with un-