Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1923-12-19
Blueilill.
WOMAN'S RELIEF CORPS


WOMAN'S RELIEF CORPS.
The James A. Garfield W. r. c.
was much interested in a reading at
its meeting Saturday, Dec. 8, given
by the senior vice-president, Mrs.
Irene Woodward, from an old scrap
book belonging to Mrs. Pearl Ather-
ton. The reading was an account of
an entertainment given by the G. A.
k. post in the year 1885, when the
post was in a flourishing condition,
with a membership of 157. Others
may be interested in the program.
and remember the veterans, and
others who were always so helpful in
the entertainments that were fire.
quently held by the post The pro-
gram:
Quartet Our Native Land"
Misses Lizzie and Ida Peters, A c.
Peters and A. C. osgood
Recitation, The Widows Son"
Eugene Stevens
Drill in the Manual of Arms,
Members of the Post
Dialogue, The Wrong Man"
Academy scholars
Solo, Sailing" .....#...... A c. Osgood
Reading, THE Sentinel"
By the author. Mrs Mary E. Mayo
Recitation. Burns of Gettysburg"
Miss Carrie Stevens
Song. Way Down Upon the swanee
River" \. c. Osgood and A. c. Peters
TabIeau, "Off for the War"
Song, "Who VIII Care for Mother
Now"
Tableau, Home from the War"
ing Home
Camp scenes. cooking and eating.
Songs, "Tenting on the Old Camp
Ground" and Marching Through
Georgia"
The post extended thanks to Mrs.
Mayo, Mr.. and Mrs. Pearl Anterior
and Comrade Webster for assistance
with music for the occasion.
The poem by Mrs. Mayo was
dedicated to the James A. Garfield
post, No. As, G. A. r., through whose
efforts the soldiers monument in Sea-
side cemetery has been erected
THE SENTINEL.
At Rest" he stands, Naught but a
gray
Come to this Seaside burial place;
Look upward to that calm. stern face
Read in his attitude and eye
The truth that heroes never die.
The dead past centres in his form,
And lives again. cen though the storm
OF war has passed away long;
'Tis only known in history and song,
Save by the faithful ones who keep
The altar fires of memory burning
deep.
Silence, more eloquent than speech,
Imparts the lessons he would teach;
Lessons of loyalty and truth,
Showing to manhood, age and youth
That peace was purchased at the price
OF fearful, costly sacrifice,
Embodied in his form, we see
The nerve that won the victory,
And in his presence, hearts anew
DO homage to the earnest, tried and
true,
Who yet among us move to-day,
Or sleep in nameless graves far, far
away.
Trained was the eye, and skilled the
hand
That brought from granite block this
grand
Inspiring figure of an age
Lighting with glory history's page
For the great subject was so fraught
With noble deeds, the sculptor
wrought
With inspiration in his touch,
And patient care. as only such
AS have the artists soul can give
To work they know is destined to out
live
Themselves, while yet it is a part
OF him who carved it with such dexter
Gus art
Oh. faithful sentinel! We know
AS generations come and go.
Thy watch and ward thoult surely
keep
Ger all who in this churchyard sleep;
Thy "bugle call" the sad refrain
OF the slow passing funeral train
Which bears some comrade to his rest
With "colors' folded DER his breast;
No Charge" for thee, nor martial
tread;
IT'S thine to guard the city of the
dead
In silence, while the years so by,
With naught for company but the sea
and sky,
South BIuehill.
- Mrs. Ernest Varney of North
n. /