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Star Spangled banner," and "Rally Kound the Flag." That musical challenge was taken up by those on the other side and they responded with "The Bonnie Blue Flag" and "Away down South in Dixie." A single soldier in one of those bands was inspired to begin a sweeter and more tender air, and slowly and sweetly as he played it, there joined in the instruments upon the union side, until finally a great and mighty chorus swelled and rolled along the line of our army: "Home, Sweet Home." When they had finished there was no challenge yonder, for every hand on the farther shore had taken up the lovely air so attuned to all that is holiest and dearest, and one great chorus of the two mighty hosts went up to God. When they had finished, from the boys in gray came the challenge, "Three cheers for home," and they went up, resounding through the skies from both sides of the river. A bond of sympathy between the warring hosts had been found, even in the midst of battle, and as then all hearts were joined in the sentiment expressed by the dear old song, so now all hearts respond to the grand anthem of universal liberty and peace. "Peace on earth and good will towards man," is the sentiment with which we are inspired, even to the extent of forgiving and forgetting the error of those who offered a sacrifice as great as we upon the altar of the institutions to which they were devoted. While we honor and glorify our patriot dead, let their graves suggest no bitter animosities towards those, who under that other flag went down to dust
•'By the flow of the inland river,
Where the blades of grave-grass quiver.
Under the sod and the dew
Under the one the Blue-
"These in the robings of glory,
Those in the gloom of defeat,
In the dusk of eternity meet-
Waiting the judgment day;
Under the willow the Gray.
"From the silence of sorrowful homes
The desolate mourners go, •
Lovingly laden with flowers.
Alike for the friend and the foe—
"So with an equal splendor
With a touch impartially tender
Under the sod and the dew
Broidered with gold the Blue-
"So, when the summer calleth
With an equal murmur falleth
Under the sod and the dew
Wet with the rain the Blue-
"Sadly but not upbraiding,
In the storm of the years that are fading
Under the sod and the dew
Under the blossoms the Blue-
''No more shall the war cry sever
They banish our anger forever
Under the sod and the dew
Love and tears for the Blue-
As one of the results of the war a splendid civilization has been partially, and will be fully developed on the American continent. Literature will flourish as it has not in the past; fine art will blossom into new and beautiful creations, which will congeal noble ideals into abiding actualities, and mind asking for nothing but fields for free thought will triumph in every struggle which our Republic may be called upon to enter, and humanity, like the century plant which blooms after a hundred years of struggle with all that opposes its vigorous life, will break forth into the brilliant bloom of that golden age for which philanthropists have longed, and holy men have prayed, "For God hath given into your hands a place where there is no want of anything that is in the earth."
By the preservation of our country and the regeneration of the Republic new and most important duties have been cast upon us as citizens; our wonderful growth and great prosperity but increases the opportunities we have so long enjoyed of becoming chief among the nations of the earth. In the whirl of business and in the race for riches and honor we do not often reflect upon our opportunities as a people or our greatness as a nation. While Republican government maintains its struggle with the spirit of monarch and empire in France, and the issue is yet doubtful, our form of government stands beyond the reach of danger from internal dissensions or foreign invasion. In Russia nihilism is spreading its destructive influence, while government reels and totters upon its foundations, and anarchy and confusion reign supreme. The contest between socialism and order in Germany has made to lie uneasy the head that wears the crown. By the side of the Shannon, where beautiful Erin droops over her grieving harp, an unhappy people look with fond hopes to the genius of liberty upon this side of the waters. We receive from Europe as an acknowledgment of our superior institutions and the excellence of our government, many thousands of her population. The burdens of military duty, from which we are exempt the failure of crops, which, thanks to a beneficent providence, comes not; with heavy hand upon us; the general depression of trade, from which, happily, we are free; these, and many causes which might be enumerated, send out from the old world to the new a people who have been attracted by the freedom of America and the desire of living in a country where the laborer is regarded as being worthy of his hire.
In a single year we drew from England 65,000 of her population, and from the United Kingdom 153,000; from Germany 210,000, while from the rest of Europe we obtained more than 300,000. And here upon the soil which the blood of our fallen heroes consecrated anew to liberty of thought and freedom of conscience, comes the pilgrims from all nations to worship at our shrine, to mingle their lives and their fortunes with ours, and to assist in building up our holy temple of liberty until its shadows shall extend to "the uttermost parts of the earth." Our population in 1790 was a little less than 4,000,000, and it is said that without immigration our country would not have had 50,000,000 of people for a hundred years to come, whence it appears that the population and consequent, expansion of the settled area, the development of agriculture, manufactures, mining and railways, as well as of domestic and foreign trade, have been anticipated more than three-quarters of a century by the quiet influx of Europeans. They who died for union and freedom, died for humanity as well, and we who at the short space of twenty years, from the time when our land was "rent in civil feuds and drenched in fraternal blood," enjoy the full measure of the blessings won by the awful sacrifice, may well gather about the graves, and with bowed heads and uplifted hearts exclaim,
"Great God ! we thank Thee forthls home,
This bounteous birthland ol the free.
And breathe the air of liberty.
Her harvests wave, her cities rise,
Kemain earth's loveliest paradise.'
Members of the Grand Army of the Republic and citizens: We have not performed our whole duty When we h;ive considered the excellence of our governmental system and the greatness of our nation; nor when we have expressed our acknowledgments of profound gratitude toyou who have survived the conflict; nor yet when we have paid love's lust tribute to the memory of the departed. They bequeathed this common wealth to us in trust for the coming generations. It is not only ours to enjoy, but ours to maintain, to perfect, and to transmit to those who in their turn shall follow us.
When the great prophet of Islamism went forth from his caves of prayer and uplifted the sign of battle in the east, he caused to be inscribed upon his flaming sword the motto, "Forward lies success," and would we fulfil the mission which destiny has purposed for us, we too must look steadily forward and press on and still onward in the development of those agencies through which the highest earthly good can be obtained. The most important of these is the general education and enlightenment1 of the masses who direct and control the material as well as the political destinies of the nation. As the stream does not rise above its fountain, so the wisdom of the country as manifested by its laws and their administration will not rise much above the average intelligence of its people. In our race for riches we are apt to neglect to get wisdom. In our haste to reap honors we sometimes fail to acquire knowledge; we are apt to mistake social distinction for absolute worth; we are too prone to neglect the general good for what seems to be our own special advantage and so the avenues of public life and the pathways of ambition are overcrowded. The tendency is to neglect the great material interests, upon the development of which our future greatness and prosperity must depend. We live too fast; we have too much theory and too little of that practical knowledge which alone can make a people prosperous and happy. Our cities and towns are already overcrowded with young men and young women, who, attracted by the enchantments of trade, the excitement of speculation and the glitter and glare of social life, have turned their backs upon the country, the great and inexhaustible source of individual as well as national riches and honor. The disappointments of business, cares of trade, the demands of society, and the never ending pursuit of the always fleeing shadow makes aching brains and unhappy hearts; and morals, health and life pay the too certain penalty. We look all around and see that the work yet remaining to be performed before humanity will have reached its highest and purest estate is well worthy the careful thought and the active labors of an intelligent people. The conflicts of peace are oft-times as important as those of war and are always of longer duration. They do not press themselves upon us in such manner as make immediate action seem necessary; they appeal to the heart rather than to the impulses which in times of great emergency prompt patriotic action; nor in times of peace will citizens be impelled to action by the influences of that irrestible and inborn religion in man which is brought to the altar by the awful shock of contending armies, by the eloquence of loud-talking storms, by the crested wrath of the ocean, and by the wild plunge of the cataract that pours its eternal baptism upon, the obdurate and unchangeable rock.
Gentlemen of the Grand Army, you who upon the fatal days stood beside your fallen comrades, you who saw their bodies return to dust, and their noble spirits float outward and upward to the God who gave them, and citizens all, let us learn the lessons and duties of life from the story of their death. "Let us return thanks to God that we have lived to see our country in the vigor and splendor of her second age." Let us transmit the rich legacy tintarnished to our children. Let us leave behind us such memories, that
whether we fall amid the conflict of battle, or in the sacred circles of home, or fall alone and no friend take note of our departure, it may be recorded of each, "he left his duties done."
•'How little recks it where men lie.
When once the moment's mist
Has looked on earth its last—
The coffined lorm shall rest.
Back to its mother's breast.
"Death is a common friend or foe
As different men may hold;
The timid and the bold!
Deserts it as it must.
Dissolves again to dust.
"The soldier falls 'mid corses piled
t'pon the battle plain,
Above the mangled slain;
Hoof-trampled in the sod,
Has soared aloft to God!
"The coward's dying eyes may close
Upon his downy bed.
Or garments o'er them spread!
When fall the mangled brave.
And see him in his grave!
"'Twere sweet indeed, to close our eyes.
With those we cherish, near,
Soar to some calmer sphere.
Or in the battle's van,
[s where be dies formal) I"
"Auld Lang Syne" was then rendered by the band, after which
'" Our Army of the Dead," by Will Carlton, was recited by the
young ladies, Misses Katie Pierce, Laura Watkins, Josie Buchanan,
Cora Braden, Mary Morse and Lavina Jones—the last verse being
composed by Comrade R. C. White—each giving a verse, and closed
with their gathering around a memorial grave and scattering flowers
upon it, accompanied with a song so sweetly sung as to call forth
from the audience an enthusiastic encore. Following is the poem
OUR ARMY OF THE DEAD.
By the edge of the Atlantic, where the waves of Freedom roar,
And the breezes of the ocean chant a requiem to the shore,
On the Nation's eastern hill-tops, where its corner-stone is laid,
On the mountains of New England, where our fathers toiled and prayed,
Mid old Key-stone's rugged riches, wheie the miner's hand await,
Mid the never-ceasing commerce of the busy Empire State,
With the country's love and honor on each brave, devoted head,
Is a band of noble heroes—is our Army of the Dead.
On the lake-encircled homestead of the thriving Wolverine,
Not with musket, and with sabre, and with glad heart beating fast;
Fast asleep the boys are lying, in their low and narrow tents.
When the years of Earth are over, and the cares of Earth are done.
When the reign of Time is ended, and Eternity begun,
When the thunders of Omniscience on our wakened senses roll.
And the sky above shall wither, and be gathered like a scroll;
When, among the lofty mountains, and across the mighty sea,
The sublime celestial bugler shall ring out the reveille,
Then shall march with brightest laurels, and with proud, victorious tread.
To their station up in heaven, our Grand Army of the Dead!
Yes they'll rise from out the shadows, and from out the blood-stained clay,
From hill, and dale, and glen, bring flowers.
To strew each soldier's bier,
In every coming year.
And myrtle, of bur love;
And amaranth life above.
Wherein a hero lies,
'Neath Freedom's sunlit skies.
The following poem, "In Memoriam," written and delivered by Comrade R. C. White, was well received and called forth an outburst of applause:
How silently old Time pursues his way!
With steady hand he winds up all the years;
And thus lie limits all our smiles and tears.
The springtime speeds so quickly—and is gone,
The summer's sunshine gilds the world aglow.
We pass away beneath the winter's snow.
Yes, one by one we fall beside the way,
One by one droops down each weary head,
And scatter flowers on some new-made bed.
Comrades, tell me when the last shall stand
It soon shall be ! for no recruits may fill
Our shattered ranks, growing thinner day by day-
To-day our thoughts go wandering back thro' time,
Now darkly veiled with tears that follow fast-
Dark blue shadows of the angry past.