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?i, W j« *!3ft. fc«* Dedtfve Conflict of Ages {Republic, Fellow Citizens, and Moth «rs, Wives and Sweethearts (who should be dtixens, and will be when once the chivalry of American man thood is fully aroused): I count my self -happy in being privileged to ad dress you upon this, the Memorial day t-of our national salvation# In all twios, .among all peoples, the grave of an an vcestor. a hero, or a soldier, has been a sacred and awe-inspiring spot. Ages «go Alexander paused for a moment in Jiia career of victories to pay tribute the pave of Ulysses. With bared tifd nna humble main ho walkod sovon 'times around the grave, paving his re apects to the valor of the mighty Greek Warrior. Sir Walter Scott described Old Mortality going through the ceme terieaof Scotland chiseling anew upon the tombstones the names that y«w rand times had well-night obliterated. .Asked to explain his zeal for the mem ories of these worthless, the old man replied that he wished to :it 1 only as we incarnate their spirit in the national life of today. These na tional Memoiral days foster and de velop that spirit in American life. This it was that produced the unsel Jish patriotism that leaped to the res cue of oppressed Cuba. This it was that in that conflict made possible the marvelous victories of our army and aiavy, compressing the struggle of a "hundred years of the overthrow of fSpanish colonial tyranny into a hun dred days of victory, and begetting 'within us that spiritual fire of brain .-and blood which came of the Greeks after Marathon, to the English after ..Agincourt, and to the Americans af ter Santiago. But, my fellow citizens, glorious^ as "is the present, it would have been im- ?he ossibie but for the glory of the past, Spanish conflict was the third jrreat war-epoch of American history. For an explanation of its spirit we must tread backward the century and a quarter of progress that lay behind it, until we stand with the patriots of Concord, when, "By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled .Here once the embattled farmers stood, JAnd fired the shot heard round the "world. Then for nearly a century we listen 'to the bells of independence ringing out the sweet notes of freedom, but •the harmony marred continually by tthe moans and groans of the living lie of slavery. Another war-epoch dawns —this time the horrors of internecine -conflict—but still the spirit of liberty Tbroods over the chaos of national life, and when the flag of unity waves over Athe ^1 land, no bondman's cry is heard in the nation. By the side of the De claration of Independence the Ameri -«can people have placed its perpetual -guarantee, sealed in martyr blood— dthe proclamation of emancipation. Fast Diminishing It is of this second epochal conflict 'that I am particularly to speak today, as again we meet to wreaths the "heads of those, who dying, live for ever, with the imperishable chaplets -of memory's laureled green. The mus ter roll of the Grand Army of the Re public is fast diminishing in length. The grand army of veterans is march ing into the beyond. The steps of the -survivors are faltering, and in anoth er generation only here and there will be a lonely man-, in the tremulous ac cents of great age, talk of the days of* ~the misty past when millions of men -were under arms in the blood-stained southland. "We were in peril they "breasted the danger. The republic call ed they answered with tneir blood. "We here highly resolve that the dead tywp VTO, MEMORIAL DAY BY REV. JAMES H. BATTEN see the heroes of the past march forward side by side -with tne youth of the present. This saoble sentiment reminds us that tne tnation has suffered a great calamity ""whose youth have separated themselv '4i from the battle fields of yesterday. "That nation which forgets to celebrate -the statesmen, sages and heroes from -whom its priceless heritage has ieen received, enters upon an epoch of na tional decadence. When Philip was -threatening Greece, the people of Ath «ns came together in the amphilthea tre to conspire against the tyrant ana liis army. In that hour an orator said: "We urge this course of action in -the solemn presence of our ancestors and posterity. For we should test each institution by the approval of the he Toes of yesterday, whose statues there tell us they have been and we should ~pl«n test each law by. these empty niches, which tell us .that great men «of another generation soon shall be. Thus our sge will achieve the l»e3t -results for itself by enshrining in memory the battle fields of liberty and -the victories of peace, that we may -preserve unsullied for future genera tions the great principles and ideals -which they achieved for their time and bequeathed the ages. For it is only Iqr communing with the heroes of yesterday, by pondering long tne lives of Washington, Jefferson and Humil ton: of Lincoln, Grant and Lee only by meditating upon their character and emulating their example by "brooding over their sorrows and sym pathizing with their griefs by rejoic rng in tneir victories and exulting In their triumphs, that we rise to the "heights on whidi they dwelt and re *ce!ve from their hands the sacred, nre which God alone kindled* Pericles ~abade Athenians remember Marathon, sffor that victory made Athens the neatest city in Greece. Mr. Gladstone once said that America was to become the world's educator in free institu tions. It is ours to remember that our ^fathers made possible the great Eng lishman's prophecy, and we can fulwill -4f •MMmm Following Impressive and Eloquent Address Was Delivered Memorial Day in This City by Rev. Batten. shall have died in vain. Forget them Never! "They're thinning out—the old boys— they're few now on the sod They're crossin'—crossin' over to the campin' grounds of God I see the young boys marchin' on hills and fields and glades But we wont forget the old boys who made the old brigades.' I often wonder why men so young as myself should be invited to speak upon occasions such as this. Doubt less we all agree that the best orator is experimental, in that he unfolds from the pages of memory the stirring events with which he was contempo rary, and in whose solution he was in active factor. If this be so, then much more appropriate would it be, If I migbt change places with many who are before me, and sit as a rapt listen er to the eloquent recital of the story of patriotism that was burned Into your souls, amid the whistling of the bullet, the bursting of the shelly the groaning of the wounded, and the praying of the dying. For your speak er was not born until for two years the smoke of battle had lifted from the nation's fields of conflict. And yet, I am constrained to believe that often a better perspective is to be obtained from the summit of historic survey, thaii is possible amid the strife and carnage of present action. To the participants the awful scenes of battle and the great figures of the drama of death must ever be vividly present. So to the student of history, above these stand in gigantic outline the eternal principles for which they battled to the death. It is of these I would more particularly speak today. And yet, I would not forget those who made possible their perpetuation. As I look into your faces, comrades—for though I never was baptized into your sufferings? I comrade with you in spirit—I note that the faces are fur rowed, and the hteads hoary- Your marcb today is down the side of the hill, that shows golden in the light of the western sun. We are told that before the old gladiators enter into deadly conflict in the Roman arena, they faced the emperor, saluted, and chied, "Seasar, we are about to die, salute you!" But we of the new generation, who believe in death only as the covered archway that opens in to the larger life, how our heads be fore you today, each stationed upon the high throne of a nation's grati tude, and cry, "We who are about to live, salute you!" You stand upon the summit of your years we, who slowly scale, in struggle, the ascending heights, would mark your course, and faith, our own. But that course led glorying in your triumph, hail, In faith, our own. But that eourae led not through the "green pastures and still waters.** of peaceful and pastoral life. In the very springtide of life your young blood was offered upon the altar of national sacrifice. Our country was revealed in the fires of conflict, into an inseparable union, by the young manhood of the nation— "the boys in blue." Well wrote Em erson. "Not gold, but only men can make A people great and strong Men who for truth and honor's sake, Stand fast and suffer long." But, oh! the great cost, for "there fell down many slain." And every year adds to the number who have fallen from the ranks. We hail them conquerors all! "On fame's eternal camping-ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards with solemn round ?The bivouac of the dead. "Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight, Nor Times remorseless doom, Shall dim one ray of holy light That glids their glorious tomb. "The patriot's heart shall warmer glow. When standing by their grave And deader still shall be the flag. They welcomed death to save." Great Foundation Principles And of the livin what shall I say? You are not the men to deside fulsome adulation, and will therefore agree with me, when I say, that in empha sizing the eternal principles for which this great conffict was waged, we do best honor those who fougnt its bat tles. In the Civil war was involved two great foundation principles of nation's being—individual liberty, and indivisible national unity. To com prehend the conflict waged over these great truths, we must go back to the very settlement of our country. The south largely settled and dominated by the Cavalied element, naturally tended toward aristocracy and the subjection of the masses the north settled principally and developed by the Puritan element, as logically tend ed toward democracy ana the reign of the common people. This diver gence of view and purpose was for awhile forgotten in tne common strug gle of the colonies against the op pression of the "mother country,'' ending in their independence and ap parent unification. But every decade after the formation of the. government based upon, the Declaration of inde pendence, but several to emphasize the widely differing interpretations placed upon it by the north and south. The south reared a structure of economic prosperity upon the unstable founda tion of forced-labor. The north built upon the rock foundation of mutual industrial interests, speedily attaining a marked commercial supremacy. The south founded its structure of spiritu al life upon a foundation of faulty morals, declaring, in the language of Alexander IJ. Stephens, its belief in, "The great physical, philosophical and moral truth, that the negro, by nature of the curse of Canaan, is not equal to the white man that slavery, subordination te the superior race, is by ordination of Providence, his natu ral and normal condition." The north built an impregnable structure of spiritual life upon the firm foundation of the common "Fa therhood of God ahd brotherhood of man." The suth exploited a politic al system that enabled untitled ma mortal lords, "more intelligent than educated, brave but irascible, proud but overbearing," to control over wide sections, ell voting and office holding in the interests of their ''pe culiar institution of slavery." Th north exploited a political policy that aimed to confine the system of slavery within the narrow lines it already cursed by its baleful influence. The south, with an intense state-conscious ness, exalted the soverignity of the indmdual state, declaring the union a mere compact that could be broken at will. The north believed the "para mount authority" to be vested in the totality of the nation, and admitted no possibility of the secession of an in dividual state. As the anti-slavery sentiment in the north grew stronger, the separation sentiment in the south increased, until, with the election to the presidency of Abraham Lincoln, the yawning gulf of sectionalism grew so wide that the buttresses upholding the bridge of unity whidi spanned it, were undermined, and the nation fell into the depths of the awful chasm of civil war. The differing evolution of social, economic and moral forces, producing two radically divergent civ ilizations, rendered this outcome un avoidable. It was the last resort in an "irrepressible conflict" of principle, in the struggle for and against the genius oftne world's advance. Single decisive battles in the world's history there have been—but the war between the American states, taken as stwhole, was the decisive conflict of tail ages. In its outcome was wrapped' the fu ture of both civil and religious free dom. By the die it cast was to be de cided, whether a civilization founded upon the divine rights of freedom, was to stand or fall whether: "gov ernment of the people, by thi people, and for the people, was, or Was "not to perish from the earth." Never did a conflict more fully apotheeize the words of James Russell Lowell, when in his "Hosana Biglow" papers, he wrote: "I'm not denyin' that abstract war is horrid, 111 agree to that with all my heart But civilization does get fonid, Sometimes upon a'powder-cart" The two great principles involved in this contest were vital to the future of freedom and the progress of civili zation. First, I mention that of in dividual liberty. The Declaration of Independence was inoperative, until as the result of God-given victories for the Union, Abraham Lincoln is sued the emancipation proclamation, enabling all the people to come to their birthright. Then out of the shadows which had swathed it, the sun of American liberty rose full orbed, "with healing in its beams," to fling to the furtherest confinee of op pression and despair, the gloamings of hope. Thus Was our national glory the triumph of right. "The glory of war, my comrades, Is not in the battles fought Tie not in all titled greatness Which men by valor have bought. Tis not in the strongholds taken— Nay, not in the conquer's plan The glory of war is the triumph of right In the onward march of man." God is Greateet Tactician God is the greatest tactician of the ages. Men, whether in the restful pursuits of peace, or amid the bloody tumult of war, constitute the mighty forces which ever follow, consciously or unconsciously, His orders upon the wide field of Time. Through chan nels opposite to Him, His purposes have been consummated, until "the wrath of man has been made to praise Him.'' History has been written by a hand unseen of human vision, and the careful student, opening its pages, be holds that "No action, whether foul or fair, Is ever done, but it leaves somewhere, A record written by fingers ghostly, As a blessing or a curse but mostly In the greater weakness of greater strength Of the acts which follow it, till at length, The wrongs of ages are redressed, And the justice of God made mani fest Indivisible National Unity The second great principal for which you fought was that of indi visible national unity—the supremacy of the registered will of the allied commonwealths over the isolated pur pose of any individual state's-rights. The maintenance of that position was fundamental. In it was wrapped not only individual, freedom, but the very life of national freedom. It was the axle around which revolved the prin ciple of representative government. Had it not been sustained, God's great experiment of trusting the common people in governmental affairs would nave been stamped, "Failure." Had the south carried its point, establish ing the supremacy of state's-rights, no power could have prevented the ultimate breaking up of this great na tion into small independent govern ments, with conflicting interests, and the inevitable distrust, suspicion and consequent militarism that character izes Europe today. For this the kings and monarchs of the east were pray ing and working. From this, soldiers of the republic, you saved us, and to day, over the entire world, this nation stands clothed in the armor of free dom, and aureoled with the blazing halo of brotherly love—the eternal Sustice irotest of humanity against greed, in and oppression—against ev erything that stands not with God, humanity and right. Our brethern of the south have themselves long since recognized this fact, and we stand together—men, freemen, Americans all. Largely this has been due to the generous spirit and brotherly treatment accorded the southerners by the "boys in blue." The clouds of conflict had scarcely lifted from the fields where the blue and the gray lay together in blood until heart had again touched heart. Naught so becomes the victor as the spirit of forgiveness. The .example of our great commander when offered the sword of Lee, but illustrated the spirit of the north. When asked, "Did WUlJSTOJf QBUPI1C you take Lee's sworf at Appomat tox?" he replied, "No, I did not Lee came there wearing the mamrifiesnt sword whidi the state of Virginia had given him, but I did not want him to surrender it to me. 1 sat down at once and busied myself writing terms of surrender, when I had finished I handed them to General Lee. He read them and remarked, "They are cer tainly very generous indeed. He then told me the cavalrymen owned their own horses, and if they were deprived of them they could not put in thew» crops. Then I gave the order, 'Take the horses home with you, for you'u need them in the spring plowing.'r That is the simple story of Lee's sur render. Alexander would have grasp ed that sword Caesar would have had it: Napoleon would have demanded it Wellington would not have been satis fied without it but Ulysses Simpson Grant waa too'great to take it. But, Oh, the fearful cost that this consummation might be attained. Not in ruined industries, nor yet financial ly, though its cost has recently been computed by the New York Sun at nearly $9,000,000,000, exceeding by over $6,000,000,000, the total census valuation of real and personal estate of the eleven seceding states at that time. But all this material loss dwindles into insignificance, when placed beside the awful slaughter of the noblest sons of both sections of our country. In the terrible four years that followed that eventful day. 2,750,000 of the flower of ours and other lands gave themselves to the cause of our common country. Of that vast army, 304,000 returned no more. They fell amidst blinding fires of musketry, or at the bursting of the mortar, gashed and mutilated ty shot and shell, mown by the, sabre, or down ridden in the ruthless charge of cav alry they died, many of them, in the chin of night, amid the carnage, of the battlefield, their wan upturned faces ghastly in the moonlight. They lay in morass and swamp, while the demons of delirium mocked their last hours. Prisoned like beasts in slaugh ter pens, death's sable wings gleamed white, an angel of release. Tne prey af famine, poetilenee and sword, they "Sleep the slep that knows not breaking^ Morn of toil, or night of waking." When the war began thousands of young men, the flower of American youth, were looking out of college nails upon a future bright with pro fessional honors. They flung books aside, seized rifles, and become His tory's graduates. Hundreds of thou sands of young Americans were anti cipating the rewards of busoiness gen ius ana integrity. Straightway tiiey abandoned cherished life-pans, in or der to defend free institutions. How they came! With what swift seal, the rank and file—a great host sprang to arms. They gathered from near and far. "The earth trembled under their tread like a floor beaten with frails." "All the avenues of our great cities ran with rivers of burnish ed steel." Can we not almost hear again their measured tramp, tramp, tramp, and their lusty song, "We Are Coming Father Abraham, Three Hun dred Thousand Morel" Upon this Memorial day, old veterans will again hear their comrades singing around the flickering campflres, which light up their noble faces, "We are Tenting tfmight on the Old Camp Ground." Forever we listen to the strains of the "Battle Hymn of the Republic,** echoed down the corridors of the years, until time shall be no more, for— "He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat: He is sifting out the hearts or men before His judgment-seat Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubiliant, my feet! Our God is marching on. "In the beauty of the lillies, Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom, that trans figures you and me As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free While God is marching on." What devastation of homes was wrought! The reverberting thunders of war that crushed over Antietam. Vicksburg and Gettysburg, shook the foundations of American's homes. The forked lightning that played amid the clduds of conflict, pierced the heart of American womanhood. As the death-angel unsheathed his sword, there was a great cry in the land, for there was not a home among half a million, where there was not one dead. The tender heart of mother, wife and sweetheart was crushed, and when the dread tidings came, in many a dis tant northern and southern home, lov ed faces would "grow white instantly, as if sprinkled with the dust of ashes by an unseen hand." But the loyal woman of our land stand ready to day, as then, "to send husbands, sons and brothers forth to battle, to hear, the old flag in triumph as victors, or be wrapped in its folds winding sheet." Every Emergency Met How magnifldent was the Divinely endowed leadership of the Civil war! God meets every emergency. No movement having within it Divine purposes, that make for the uplifting of the race, is kept waiting for a lead er. At the right time a Moses stands before Pharaoh. In the fullness of time, the Christ is born into the world. When the voice of freedom is heard crying in the wilderness of a new world, a Washington replies. When a disrupted nation stretches forth her hand, in the dark chaos of rebellion, a Lincoln grasps it. Only a little while before this, an eloquent orator of the southland, speaking of the loss sustained by the nation in the death of Clay and Webster, had said: "Ulysses is gone, and there is left •no one strong enough to bend his bow Otlas his disappeared, and there is left none strong enough to support the falling skies." But at this very time, in a tan-yard waa training a veritable Ullysses, who at Galena, Illinois, the Almighty God ehould bend to the full the bow of Jiatriotism, «r -P «fr *"$£ yr-rgiTSEg ^0vwrr* and speed the arrows of ndomitable courage to the heart of treason in the nation forever—a Tam erlane without Tamerlane's ferocity an Alexander without Alexander's de bauchery a Caesar without Caesar's thirst for blood a Napoleon without Napoleon's unholy ambition—that matchless military genius of the west, Ulysses Simpson Graiit! And in the same state, at Springfield, His hand was already laid in ordination upon the head of an Atjas, who, bending his Sunt shoulders, should life the fail skies of national honor, while with one stroke of Ms pen, he should dash four million new stars into the galaxy of human freedom—that star of superb manhood, still in living deathless splendor shining on, free dom's Star, of Bethlehem for the op pressed of *very dine and age Abraham Lincoln! And who today will begrudge the honor due a Robert E. Lee, or a Stonewall Jackson, for the sincerity of their convictions and who will deny the kindly word spoken of the host of our brave but mistaken broth ers, proving the sincerity of their contention by the readiness with which they accepted the issues of war, as the devision of the God of battles? A southern, mountaineer, in talking of the war. said to a northerner, "It wasn't that you'uns was braver than we*uns, or fought harder. God was with you'uns ana again we'uns. Realiz ing this fact, strife and enmity melted readily away, to be swiftly succeeded by the pursuits of peace and brotherly love, we may well believe that the Civil war has no welded in bonds of brotherhood the north and south, that another such interntdne conflict would be impossible forever. Our heroes are no longer sectional, but that grim old rebel cavalry leader,. Joe Wheeler, .who, when asked during the Spanish war how he felt, now that he had donned the blue uniform again, re plied, "I feel as if I had been on a furlough, and had just got back again. Believing ..that each, fought for his honest convictions, the blue and the gray stand together, shoulder to shoulder—one flag? one country, one purpose for ever. They mourn alike at the mauesoleum of a Grant, and at the tomb of a Lee, believing that could both rise from the sleep of death, they would clasp hands, saying "Let us nave peace." Memorial Day Long before the surrender of Ap pomattox, the women of Maryland put flowers on the graves of both the federal and confederate dead. The women of other states soon began fol lowing the custom, and so our Memor ial day really was born erf the tender ness of American womanhood, It fin ally became a national question to set tle upon an annual day of observance when all dtizens of the United States should assemble to do honor to the soldiers and sailors who fell in the Civil war. In 1868, Gen. John A. Lo- Sin, as commander-in-chief of the rand Army of ther Republic, appoint ed May 80 for that purpose, it was first called Memorial day, and later changed to Decoration day. May 80 is said to have been selected because it corresponds with the date of the laat honorable discharge given a sol dier in the Union army in the war be tween the states.' This Decoration day, will loyal hands strew lovingly the garlands, regard ing not the color of the uniform the sleeping warrior wore. Let this be done, as Corporal James Tanner, then commander-in-chief, said in his Dec oration day orders for 1906. "Not in honor of their cause, for that we opposed, fought and conquer: ed but because we who met them in the field of battle. Know that braver men or better soldiers have not been known since men were first marshalled in battle array. The old flag has been rebaptized since 1865 with the blood of the North and South alike, and the ship of state is securely anchored for all time." Love Better Than Vengeance Soldiers of the republic, such triumphs of love surpass all victories of vengeance. Such are the new births of loyalty that burst from the womb of the Spanish-American con flict. "The characters of men," said James A. Garfield, "are moulded by what their fathers have done." "Treasured up in American souls are all the unconsdous influences of the great deeds of the Anglo-Saxon race," as they have fought humanity's bat tles from Agincourt to Santiago. But while we honor all who have fought the battles of humanity, let it never be forgotten that to you, old soldiers of the republic, is due the supreme meed' of praise, because only through the valor that preserved intact this Union, was it made possible that a united manhood should stand as the cham pion of the down trodden peoples of earth. To a dissevered nation, shack led with local prejudices, and in part dedicated to tne maintenance of hu man slavery, Cuba and all the world's oppressed must have cried in vain for ever. Two thousand years ago a flower Divine closed its petals upon the cross of Calvary, and today it bears its ripened fruit in that great spirit of human liberty that finds its highest and most unselfish manifestations in the American republic—a republic whose history announces to the. world that the human race has broken the bonds of civil and religious servitude, and, escaping at last from its long imprisonment, has blazed a new path way for all the ages. Forever .wave the twin ensigns of liberty—the ban ner of Christ, with its red cross of love upon the white field of hope, and the golden star of Bethlehem in the blue field of faith. With this, for ever Si n, vf «r*Zm' ii'tf f1*- 0 Thursday, June 10, 1911. intertwined in inseparable unity of frarpose and meaning—"Old Glory*— ts stripes forever symbolising the" martyr-blood that made possible the. white purity of Its apotlees truth, and in its blue field of Christian faith, the ever-growing family'of freedom's gol den sun. Soldiers of the republic, yours has been a high part in this glorious eon summation. Forever shall you Jbr counted among the towering sons of freedom. I hail you here, trusting that in the great republic of heaven,, I may hail you hereafter. ODD BITS OF NEWS Canfleld, Ore-—Mrs. John Moore, of this place, has a ton of children. Mrs. Laird weighs only 185 pounds, but her heaviest son, 20, weight* 295 pounds.. Three others weight 245 lbs each. There are 10 children and their combined is 2085 pounds. DvMs Lake, N. D.—K. O. Ander son, about to leave town for his mar riage, depended upon the town clock. The timepiece was slow, Anderson missed his train, was late for the wed .ding and was rejected by the angry "bride." Anderson has sued the city for $25,000 damages. Huntsville, O.—The boys in the graduating class here apeared at the exerdses clad in overalls while the girls all wore gingham gowns. Prof. Pierson, of the Ohio University, who delivered the address complimented the young people. Center Point, Tmul—J. P. Craves, mail carrier between this place ana Nashville, has a gray mare, Grace, who is a veteran in the service. She has made 8,870 round trips to Nash ville and has covered 67,400 miles. appears to bo good for many more years of service. Grand Rapids, Mich.—Joseph Ben delL of this dty celebrated nis 97th birthday last week and says'he wants to live to be an even hundred. 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