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<S&y—SOCJ© Persons in. J_ine—Mills and!
Stores Closed—tin© afternoon geraarally
glvea i_p to Memorial observances.
A Mightday was Decoration Bayf
Ie 'tlie morning a detail of veterans
visited tlie Yemen cemetery and! dee-
tHeafecl the graves oi the eleven old
solfiieis who sleep there. At 2 o'clock
te the afternoon the program began.
The line of mareh was from G-; A. B.
Sail to C3herry G-rove, and was composed of the Hancock Post,, the W.-R. 0.,
tlie employes in the wooden'ware factory in a'body, and citizens. As the
line passed the high school, the children who were drawn up in line joined
the procession. The president of the
iay, chaplain.and speaker rode in carriages and were followed hy a large
line of carriages of citizens.
The exercises at the cemetery were
as follows:
Song by a 'double quartet.
Invocation "by Bev. S. A. Long.
Song by the school.
Becitation by Oscar Mshley.
Eecitation by Alberta Long.
Song by the school.      . *
Address by Hon. H. W. Newkirk.
Song, "Bed, White and Bine by the
audience.-
v The oration by Hon. H. W. Newkirk
was listened to with deep interest and
is considered as fine an effort as was
ever given in Glare. We give the address nearly in full.
Mb. President, Yetebj__ts. of the
. Was, Ladies._jstd G-e_ttle_ie_t:
Decoration Bay, with its sunshine
and sorrow, its flags and its flowers,
its bitter tears and sacred memories,
has again been brought to us by the
ceaseless cycle of time. Days of ordinary national interest bring to the
inind-of the speaker, without search
'or thought, in easy channels* expressions and sentiments appropriate and
fitting. But a day like this—a day
when a nation' mourns—a day when
joyousness gives place to solemnity—a
day when Freedom bows her hsad in
deepest grief o'er the flower-strewn
graves of her- fallen heroes—a day
which is year by year becoming, more
and more sacred and around which
year by year cluster more closely the
•memories of that awful contest between the blue and the gray—a day
like this, suggests thoughts and memories that should only And. utterance
in the- silvered eloquence of a Clay or
a Sumner, or the tender pathos of an
Ingersoll or a Phillips. Among all our
national holidays there is none to my
.mind snore replete with " patriotic
thought and instruction, with elevating and : spul-stirring recollections,
than this day. Days of rejoicing lead
the mind away from serious consideration, and it revels in the fleeting pleasantries of the hour, allowing the occasion to slip away in a mist of _ pleasurable enjoyment. Our great national
holiday, the "4th of July, is a day of rejoicing, for on that day the nation was
born. On that day the fetters of tyranny were severed and the people of
the colonies breathed in the inspiration of coming freedom.
Our beautiful Christmas Day is * a
dayof rejoicing beeause on that day
the light of a new era broke . over a
darkened world and the angels sang in
Heavenly peans "Hallelujah! Peace
on earth, good will to all men."
We celebrate the 22nd of February
as the birthday of the father of our
country, one of the greatest soldiers
and statesmen of modern times.*
But today this is all changed. We
rejoice, today, not over births, but
mourn over deaths. We do not look
forward to its coming with anxious expectancy and eager longing, but with
saddened hearts and painful memories.
The waving flags of other days are today draped in the somber color of sorrow. The stirring music of other days
is today changed to the measured beats
of the funeral dirge.
The difference is noticable in the
family circle where the younger members gather 'round the draped portrait
of a soldier brother or father* while
the aged parents take from the closet
the faded coat or cap of blue, a battered canteen, a well-worn knapsack, and
in silent contemplation think of their
noble boy who left the old home full of
life and vigor, to fight that his country might live, only to be brought back
to them in a few short months, lifeless clay.
And today, ail oyer this bro^d land.
Stitiioiis do homage at the shrine ot
those brave souls who gave up their
lives that the stars that glitter on yon
banner might not be torn from their
resting place of azure blue, and trampled in the slime of treason by the sacrilegious foot of secession.
Thousands and hundreds of thousr
ands fell, and today thousands and
hundreds of thousands of soldiers'
graves are covered with nature's
sweetest flowers, the offering of a
grateful country.
And so I repeat, that in its peculiar
associations, in its memories of a dark
and trying time in our country's history, in its halo of somber light shed
abroad over the land, .it stands alone,
unlike and different, from any other
of our national holidays.
The reason for this is that to nearly
every native born American this day
brings up before us the loved features
of one who bade farewell to all he
loved and was off for the war, never to
return alive. Or if not that, it may
bring to us the sad picture of a once
stalwart man returning home a shattered physical wreck, wounded and dying from rebel shot and shell, or at
death's door from confinement in those
awful dens of perdition, Andersonville,
Belle Isle or Libby prison.
Or, if not that, it surely brings us
into the presence of these war-worn
veterans who nobly sacrificed the comforts of home, the companionship of
the home circle, health, pleasure and
all that was worth living for, to destroy the serpent of secession that had
been slowly but surely winding its
slimy form about the very throat of
our glorious republic. By their sacrifice,by their heroism and courage, they
beat out the life of state rights, the individuality of soverignity, of rebellion
and preserved to us and generations to
come an unbroken-, undivided inheritance, and we, today, are enjoying the
benefits and fruits of their long, weary, •
but victorious struggle.
So we all, as true Americans, must
feel the deepest obligations under
which we rest, to the volunteer soldier,
and we must feel a personal, individual Interest in this day which has been
set apart for the decoration of our soldiers' graves. .
To the younger mind comes the question—why the war of the rebellion?
Why this awful waste of life and
money? Why maimed and crippled
men, soldiers' widows and soldiers' orphans? -Why this carnage of four long
years, between man and man, dividing
homes and families, reeking the conti_
nent as if in the throes of an earthquake? Why all this?. Centuries ago
wars were waged for glory and plunder, countries were over-run, cities
pillaged, men, women and children
massacred, and the conquerors made
rich with the spoils of the conquered.
The strong bore down the weak, the
weak crushed out the weaker, might
made right, and justice and liberty
were unknown elements in territorial
existence. . Wars were inaugurated
simply to satisfy ambition, to replenish depleted treasuries and for the
further extension of power and domain.   . ,        •.
The ancient empire of the Assyrians,
a magnificent and powerful one- gave
way to the Babylonians. The Medes
and Persians subjugated the Babylonians and they later were conquered by
the Macedonians. Finally the Romans became masters of the eastern
continent, but like all powers builded
and sustained by the sword Borne fell,
and her grand ruins add a terrible
weight to the divine injunction that
"they who rule not . in righteousness
shall perish from the face of the
earth."'
The wars of Alexander, of Caesar, of
Hannibal and'of that brilliant blazing
meteor of wars' bloody horizon, Napoleon Bonaparte, were simply wars of
conquest. Simply for glory, for power,
and self-agrandizement.
War is horrible at best, but more
horrible when engaged in simply for
spoils and personal vantage. What
had Alexander to gain, when -already
conqueror of the world, by invading
Asia with an army of two millions of
men, devastating the country and
levying tribute on his miserable captives? What had Napoleon to gain by
crossing the Mediterranean and-on the
burning sands of Africa slay by thousands the dark skinned children of the
Nile? What had he to gain when, as
emperor of the French, and possessed
of the most magnificent army $n the
world, by forcing his way through
Austria to the snow-clad and icebound land of the Bussias? For all
this greed, this disregard Of the rights
of individuals and of nations, what a
terrible retribution followed! After
having conquered continents,. after
having feasted his ambition on a
series of victories, after having seen
monarchs and monarchies at his feet,
after having reached the zenith of
ambitious glory and power, at last, before the stinging death-dealing storms
of a- Bussian winter, seemingly tho
blasting breath of the outraged God of
nations,he turns and coward-like flees,
leaving behind him 600,000 of his devoted followers to starve, freeze and
die. Napoleon arose again, and again
led his armies to battle, but not to
victory.. His bloody race must end*
His ambition must come down from
its pinacle of plunder and power, and
grovel in the dust at the feet of the
victors of Waterloo! And Napoleon
Bonaparte, a prisoner, an exile, must
pass, as he did pass, the rest of his
days on a barren rock in mid-ocean, a
cipher, a non-entity.
The soldiers of Napoleon were brave.
Where he led they followed: Tbeytw
fought and died with his name ■o4|fe
their lips. But what for? For libei^
ty? No! For a principle? No! Be- 4fe
cause of threatened peace at home?
No!" They fought for the  glory   of
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French arms. They fought for the
promise of rich reward. They fought
because of the magnetic leadership of
him whom they adored, as the slave
adores the master who throws him a
cast-off jewel for which he has no farther use. Their motives were personal and the fate of their empire a just
one.
And now we turn to the other side,
and find the answer to our question,
and why our boys in blue are and
should be dear to the American heart,
long after those who fought for glory
and reward are forgotten.    ., '..,       ■
Liberty had been purchased of England at a. terrible cost.. The- colonists
after a seven years' war triumphed
and the bright blaze of freedom's fire's
lighted every hill top. How carefully
was the structure of .self-goverijment
reared. How eagerly they watched its
progress and what joy ttiey felt when,
they saw it completed and^surmount^
ed, not by the jeweleof crown of ;tne
monarch, but by the cap and stars , of
Columbia. And so our nation Was
builded, and thus ever the minds and
hearts of the American people, made
to cluster around this grand edifice of
their own rearing, erected on the everlasting rock of eternal freedom and cemented in the blood of the heroes of
1776. Time passed on and the Union
grew strong and great. That flag became the chosen emblem of a happy,
united people. Now and then a star
was added to its cluster until its folds
waved from the Atlantic to the Pacific, and from the blue waters of Superior to the briny waters of the Q-ulf.
But alas, all who walked beneath its-
folds were not free. There was a spot
on our banner that would not out. 4,-
000,000 human beings were slaves on
American soil. This question became
a bone of contention between the
North and the South. An attempt
was made to force slavery into free territory. The North resisted. The
question of state sovereignity was
raised. The states claimed to be
greater than the nation. The constitution was called a rope of sand.. The
arrogance of the slave power became
intolerable and the black clouds of
threatened civil war began to overspread the sunny southern sky. Determination by the South to enforce
their demands only met with more determined opposition from the North
and it became only a question of time
when the flint should strike the steel
and lighten the whole continent with
the flash of treason's fire. Peace conventions were of no avail. Arguments
proved useless. The hot blood of the
South would brook no restraint and
the blow was struck. On the 14th day
of April, 1861, a bright sunny day, rebellion trained her frowning cannon
on the flag of our country .and imscowl-
ing defiance hurled the first shot of
the war into the walls of Fort Sump-
ter. The sullen boom of that gun rolled out on the air like the growl of an
angry beast. Its roar was caught up
by the breezes of heaven, and ere another dawn its echoes were reverberating from ocean to ocean and the hearts
of the loyal North stood still in the
awful realization of the truth. Secession had reared its horrid head and in
hissing notes defied resistance. Oh,
now vividly those days come back to
us. Aged men looked serious and
shook their heads ominously. Fathers
and mothers looked anxiously at their
manly sons, and wife and chil§t,en
clung closer to" father and husf
There was no mistaking the
signs. Civil war was tipott us ''-m§. tlie
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