The Plattsmouth journal. (Plattsmouth, Nebraska) 1901-current, May 28, 1914, Page PAGE 3, Image 3

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    THURSDAY, MAY 2S, 1914.
The Address of Rev. F. M. Dru
liner at Memorial Services
Mr. Chairman, Members of the
flrarid Army of the Republic ami
f t li o Woman's Relief Corps, ami
I'.-l..w Citizens: I am oppressed
willi a sense .if the impropriety
of ullerintr words iin Ibis oc
casion. If silence is ever golden,
it mut be n ueh an occasion
as fbis. when the nation halls the
win els of industry ami com
im"! . ami a individuals, we are
a-ked lo si ami in thought be
id the saiTwl mounds of 3S(i,
con of our country's defenders,
wlios,. lives were more significant
than speech, and whose death
was a poem, the music of which
can never be sun. sr.
When Alliens was in the full
flush of its glory the bones of
citizens who died abroad in the
service o'f their country were
taken home to be buried in the
Ceramicus. A day was appointed
when all civil and military opera
lion were discnnl inued. and on
that day the funeral rites were
celebrated. All citizens were ex
peeled to join in the services in
honor of the dead. One of the
noblest, orat ions of antiquity, at
tributed to Pericles, was delivered
on an occasion of this kind.
In this Athenian custom is
found the nearest historical
parallel to our Memorial day; and
Athens, in its solictiude for the
bodies of the soldier dead has
been surpassed only by Uie Ameri
can republic, other nations, both
ancient .and modern, have de
lighted to construct ornate and
costly monuments and mauso
leums and other: .memorials in
honor of their great generals and
admirals, but America alone has
thought it worth while to mark
the p-raves nf those who died in
the ranks the men who bore the
brunt of the battle without, hope
of fame or expectation of reward.
Tn keepinsr the graves oT its com
mon soldiers green and placing
thereon each year a tribute of
flowers in token of remembrance,
and in the millions of dollars dis
bursed to widows and disabled
soldiers, our country has well
disproven the slander that re
publics are ungrateful .
Louis Kossuth, the eloquent
Hungarian exile, standing on
Bunker Hill, pointed to Ihe monu
ment and said: "My voice shrinks
from Ihe task to mingle with the
awful pathos of that majestic
orator. Silent like the grave, and
yet melodious like the song of im
mortality u;n Ihe lips of cher
ubim a senseless, cold granite,
and yet warm with inspiration
like a patriot's heart immovable
like the past and yet stirring like
the future which never slops j)
looks like a prophet and speaks
like an oracle. And thus jl
speaks: 'The day I commemor
ate is the rod with which the
hand of the Lord has opened the
well of liberty. Its waters will
flow: every new drop of martyr
blood will increase the tide. Des
pots may dam its flood, but never
slop it. The higher the dam the
higher the tide. It will overflow
or break through. Bow, adore,
hope. Such are the words that
come to my ears, and I bow, I
adore, I hope.' "
The nation has again come to
the day when the living decorate
the graves of her soldiers and
recite the story 'f her patriotism
and review Ihe sources of her real
greatness, to preserve which, it
is sweet even to die. The great
ness of the deeds of a man is
measured by the greatness of the
consequences o'f his acts. And
by this measure we see how
great are those who preserved
"the republic and transmitted her
to the future, puissant, beneath
her shield succoring every noble
trait and capacity. When Ihe
Greeks discussed Marathon, they
drew in vivid colors the greatness
of the Oreek nation in every par
ticular. Would we discuss Cet
tysburpr or Appomattox, we must
picture what the republic, both
before and since those bloody
events, has done. Wars are re
lated to the history which pre
cedes and follows them, and in
the light of which history these
wars are justified or condemned.
Judged by this standard, how
much we owe our soldier dead;
what did they not achieve? They
established freedom and gave it
in strength to the world. But
yesterday they gave it to Ihe re
mole slands of the seas. All our
soldier dead, Washington, and
firanl and Lee and Jackson, are
remembered in these decorated
graves on .Memorial iay, ior m
them Washington and Mrant are
justified and Lee and Jackson
made possible. Our hearts go
out, loo, to those who will lav
flowers on Ihe graves beneath
which the soldiers in gray are
sleeping. They, too, fought for a
faith, and for the final settlement
were necessary contestants.
Never were there braver men.
They were foomen brother,
worthy of your steel. Old fllory.
flying full from her mast in the
sunlight yonder againsi the blue
sky, is their heritage today, as
well as ours. Beneath Ihe dome
of the nation's capital in Wash
ington, the swords of ("J rant and
Lee may well hang side beside.
Memorial day. On that day,
while we cover the graves of Ihe
soldiers with flowers, let us re
mind ourselves for what it was
all our soldiers died, what prin
ciples alone can justify the price
they paid wehn they opened their
hearts to death, what, our own
tasks and honor are to prepetuate
that for which they surrendered
their lives.
I know of nothing more ap
propriate on this occasion than to
inquire what brought these men
here; what hish motive led them
lo condense life into an hour, and
lo crown that hour by joyfully
welcoming1 death? Let us con
sider. For nearly fifty years no spot
in any 'of those slates had been
the scene of battle. Thirty mil
lions of "people had an army of
less than ten thousand men. The
faith of our people in the stability
and permanence of their institu
tions was like their faith in the
eternal course of nature, peace,
liberty and- personal security
were blessings as common ana
universaly as sunshine and show
ers and fruitful seasons; and all
sprang from a single source, the
old American principle thai all
, i i- i:
owe uue sumnission ami oneui
ence to the lawfully expressed
will of the majority; against this
principle, the whole weight of the
rebellion was thrown. lis over
throw would have brought such
rum as migni ioiiow in me pnjsi
cal universe if the power of
gravitation were destroyed. The
nation was summoned to arm
bv everv high motive which can
insrtire men: two centuries of
freedom had made its people un
fit for despotism. They must
save their government, or miser
ably perish.
As a flash of lightening in a
midnight tempet reveals fh
abvsmal horrors of the sea. so
did the flash of the first
crun above Fort Sumpler dis
close the awful abyss into which
rebellion was readv to plunge ;i
rhe heavens were suddenly black-
Fierce eagles of war flew across
the lurid clouds. The awful
storm rolled thunders along the
sky. Reverberating, they shoo
the Atlantic coast and the banks
of the Mississippi. They crashed
over Antietam, Vicksburg1 and
Cold Harbor. Forked lightnings
played among the clouds around
Lookout mountan. Fire ran upon
the ground in Kentucky and Ten-
mssee, and Virginia swamps ami
rivers were turned to blood. It
was Ihe nation's midnight. The
death angel was abroad with un
sheathed sword. There was a
great cry in the land for there
was not a house among half a
million where there was not one
In a moment, the fire was light
ed in twenty million hearts. In a
moment we were the most warlike
nation on earth. In a moment we
were not, merely a people with an
army we were a people in
arms. The nation was in column
not all at front, but all in ar
ray. Four years the storm raced.
The iron hail rattled incessantly,
prostrating armed men, and
crushing woman's tender heart.
It was a deluge of blood.
The greatest battle of the
greatest war was Gettysburg;
somehow or another we have all
come lo believe that God was in
the fire, smoke and conllier. of
that battle; that His hand stayed
IMckett's advance, broke the
southern columns in their
masterly charge and saved the
union. That last grand charge of
Lee's at Gettysburg- will be long
remembered by mankind. It broke
the heart of the south, left a
multitude of little children
fatherless, garbed a multitude of
wives in widow's weeds, and sent
a host of mothers mourning to
the grave; for after the smoke
had cleared away, that battlefield
was covered with fathers and
sons and husbands, who were
cold and still in death.
It was on Ihe afternoon of the
third day - that the memorable
charge was made; after two ami
one-half days of as' hard fighting
as ever look place among men.
Le?, with the desperation .if tie-
feat and with the - courage of
victory, concentrated hi- forces
into one grand charge and hurled
it like a thunderbolt into Jie very
heart of the enemy. Re chose for
his main point of attack that
position of the battlefield between
Little Round Top and Ziegb-r's
Grove, which was held by Han
cock's division. He arranged bis
artillery alone the edire of the
woods and on the crown of lh"
bills so thai he could sweep the
whole union front and at the
same time hold under cover his
own charging troops. ,- had
formed his line of bailie and
draarged his artillery into posi
tion, without revealing to Mead
and bis staff a single hntlntiou or
a single gun. A great genera!
was Robert F. Lee. His whole
army was concealed behind
breast works, stone fences, and
King along the edge of the woods.
resting on Iheir guns, wailing fr
the order "lo charge."
Thousands of dead covered the
hattelliehl everywhere. The cries
of the wounded, dying in their
agony, were heard on every side,
blood ran down every hillside in
streamlets. The sun was literal
ly baking Ihe earth, at. ino de
grees in Ihe shade. There was
scarcely a breath of air anywhere,
not a leaf on the frees moved.
There had not been a single shot
tired on either side since 10
o'clock in the morning. A calm
like that which precedes the
slorm, prevailed everywhere.
Those southern soldiers, like
bloodhounds lugging at their
leashes, were chafing for the
order "lo charge."
Suddenly two shots rang out
that startled both armies. 'Twas
the signal for the charge. Those
shots wer e followed by a murder
ous roar of southern artillery
I hat swept the whole 'northern
ranks. Bui what is that slir and
commotion beyond the clouds of
cannon smoke lifting? Look!
' I is a battalion in action, a hun
dred batlallions. thousands of
men on the march; Lee's whole
. i i t
army on I he run charging me
northern lines. Hancock's di-
vision is wailing uns cnarge won
gun to shoulder and finger lo
trigger. The general's order ndls
along the ranks, "Wait till they
reach the fence." There
comes Lee's army, the flower and
glory of the south. With Pick
ett's division leading on. closer
and closer the ranks are forming,
swifter- and swifter the lines are
moving. 1 he oMicers rn gray
passing- up and down the front.
are quietly giving their order-
On they come, nearer and nearer
that stone fence, and now tin
have reached it and are mounting
it. Hancock's voice rings out,
"Ready! Aim! Fire!" Ten thou
sand hammers crash, ten thou
sand sounds break, ten thousand
bullets fly; they plow their way
into southern hearts, they tear
great gaps in southern lines,,
I hey mow- down southern ranks,
Thev windrow the living inlo
lines of dead, but the southern
soldiers leap over these wind
rows, they close up Iheir front
and the whole army fairly leaps
forward and charges straight, in
lo northern ranks anil northern
hearts; but Ihe boys in blue fight
them back and beat, them down.
T"p and forward they come, the
boys in gray. Ah, brave soldiers
arc these sons of the soulh. Now
we see Ihe two armies clashed in
battle, the two lines locked in
arms, the two fronts fighting to
the death. They have bad their
bul lei charge; they have had their
bayonet charge, and now they are
fighting in a mighty hand-to-hand
conflict. Back ami across,
to and fro, up and down that field,
bolh lines fight and struggle and
rock and reel. Yes, they are
fighting some now. They are
fighting in the grip o'f death.
They are fighting for the gleam of
victory. They are lighting with
all the power of their being, and
till they fight. The angels of
God looking over the battlements
of Heaven are holding their
breath, and still the army of the
blue and the armv of the grav are
fighting, until at last the whole
southern line rock and reels and
staggers and breaks and falls,
beaten down by the army of the
blue and Ihe God of righteous
ness; and the stars still shine and
the winds sing on, for on that day
the Union was saved.
I love to believe that no heroic
sacrifice, is ever lost: that char
acters of men are molded and in
spired by what Iheir fathers have
done; that treasured up in
American souls are all the uncon
scious influences of the great
leeds of the Anglo-Saxon race
from Agincourt ,to Bunker Hill.
Could these men be silent in
18(1; these, whose ancestors
had felt the inspiration of battle
on every field where civilization
vear Read their answer in the
green turf that covers their
ashes. T'ach for himself gather
ed up the cherished purposes of
life its aims and ambitions, its
dearest affections, and flung all
with life itself, into the scale of
battle. From Ihe martyr presi
dent to the humidest private
soldier in Ihe rank.-, we glean the
spirit of devotion.
II is related thai General Sher
man,, while marching through
Georgia, suspected a that a cer
tain mountain pass was Covered
by Ihe batteries of the enemy, who
were concealed on the ..flier side.
The general called io an engineer
and told him to run bis engine
through the gap, and to whistle
along (lie way. The brave fellow",
without a shadow of fear, sprang
lo his engine, ami, as he opened
the throttle, turned and called
out, "General, remember I have a
wife and four children in Ohio."
The engine puflY'l, the whistle
came shrill, and many a prayer
followed, and many a -silent tear
was shed for the brave comrade.
The thunder and roar of the
enemies' artillery tilled the air,
but the whistle blew loud and
long. Again the thunder, again
the whistle. The mingled noise
reverbraled ami rolled down the
mountain side amid the cheers of
the waiting army. At length the
sound of the whistle died away; il
coubl no longer be heard. Hearts
Ih robbed and -faces blanched
amid the painful suspense. After
an inlerval the distant shrill blast
of the whistle again pierced the
air. Cheer after cheer greeted
the sound. Nearer and nearer il
is borne until Ihe engine swept
back Ihorugh the gap. and back
to the. Union lines, all battered
and scarfed. The engineer, with
begrimed face, and with marks
of the conflict, swung down from
his cab, and, turning palled his
engine, spying, "Good girl; good
girl!" A messenger from Gen
eral Sherman approached and
placed in the hand of the en
gineer a check for r00.00.j
"What's that?" "By order of
General Sherman.-sir." "Take if
b;ick.' I cannot ,l;:ke it. Thafi
spoils the whole thing. I gve my
life to my 'country;-jn Ihe begin-,
ning of the war. an. I do yo'u sup"-;
pose I would sell it for S .-,00. Oft j
or!;.i'Uo.mii. .'in'i-iii . rjiiej -man
was seen approaching,; " lie
inquired of the engineer if no re
ward would be acceptable. Said
this unknown hero, "Yes, Gen
eral, will yon pei u! a message and
tell that woman- in Ohio that I
love, that her husband did his
duty. Thai's Ml." General
Sherman immediately made out a
certificate of honor, with his
name attached, and this was for
warded to President iLncoln, and
with his .signal ure added, tin
paper was forwarded to the vvifi
id" the immortal engineer.
You are iusflv . proud of the
leaders you followed. General
Grant had been represented in
Ihe south as a monster of blood
thirsty cruelty, who spared in his
march neither unprotected wom
en nor helpless children. One day
on (tie march lo Richmond a
plainly dressed, unassuming
oliicer, with some members of his
stall", stopped for refreshments at
a stalely home, whose surround
ings had been somewhat marred
by the ravages of war. A mother,
a refined lady with several chil
dren, and one servant, were the
only occupants of Ihe house, all
the rest having fled at the ap
proach of the Union army. The
officer assured Ihe family of their
safety and quieted their fears.
While the meal was being pre.
pared the officer quietly and kind
ly won the children to him. He
look Ihe youngest in his arms,
and another upon, his knee, and
fondled them, telling them, with
evident emotion, of the loved ones
he had left at home, and how he
longed to see them and be with
them once more. To the mother
he spoke encouragingly of the re
turn of peace, and hopefully of
the restoration of her household
to the enjoyment of their do
mestic life. The mother, struck
with his tenderness and candor,
stood with tearful eyes, forget
ting the soldier, and seeing before
her only the brave father, With
his strong love, his warm sym
pathies, and his longing affection.
When dinner was over, and the
officers were about lo depart, a
guard was stationed at the house
to protect the family from the
fruslon. "You have been very
kind to us and I am grateful to
you," said the tauy lo the otl:eer,
"and I wish you could remain
until the army has passed, for we
fear the coming of your com
mander-in-chief, General Grant."
The plain office replied: "I as
sure you that you have nothing to
fear. I am General Grant." Then
said the lady, "my fears have
wronged you, and I offer my
apology. An army with such a
commander of such greatness of
heart cannot be conquered. A
cause defended )y men who so
love their- homes and little ones
deserves to succeed. The cause
of the Confederacy is lost." Ap
pomattox was not far off and that
army did succeed. As the years
roll by and history gathers up the
fragments of war incidents,
which, together, make the annals
complete, you rejoice in the part,
you look in the great struggle.
To a trusted friend who visited
him during the dark flays of the
civil war. President Lincoln said
with emotion: "I do not doubt, I
never doubled for a moment, that
our country would finally come
through safe and undivided. But
do not misunderstand me. I do
not know how it can be. I do not
rely on the patriotism of our peo
ple, though no people have rallied
around their king as ours have
rallied around me. I do not trust
e braverv and devotion of the
boys in blue.
God never gave
queror such an
given me. V.r
God belss them!
a prince or con
army as he has
yet do I rely on
the skill and loyally of our gen
erals, although I believe we have
the best generals in the world at
the head of our armies. But Ihe
God of our fathers, who raised
up this country to be a refuge and
the asylum of the oppressed and
downtrodden of all-nations, will
not let it perish now. I may not
live lo see il." arTd he added after
a pause. "I do not expect to see
if, but God will bring us through
To some Ibis service is a time
for memory and tears. The
heart is filled with longing, the
eves are blinded, as we scatter
Ihe pure, fresh blossoms, of our
homage upon the departed loved
ones. Undoubtedly there is a
place for social and fraternal
orders, if such organizations be
auxiliaries to noble life; if these
agencies restore hope lo Ihe dis
couraged, inspire noble aspira
lions; if they develop the finer
sensibilities of the soul and
eradicate coarseness; then.
thev" s ion M ca for i a the
manhood with which we have been
blessed by birth, education am
As I understand your prin
ciples, unity, charily and tem
perance, and friendship, nothing
could be nobler in a secular or
ganization. Let me say that your
efficiency in minsfering in charity
and temperance will depend upon
your own personal character and
experience. Character is all in
all in the battle of life. You can
not minster in charily unless you
have charity in your character.
You cannot be temperate unle
selfcnntrol permeates all Ihe
violations, motives and actions of
your life. An order or organiza
lion will never be higher nor bet
ter than the average character of
the individual members. Friend
shin is the one word which de
ludes a purely spiritual passion.
No. man is poor who has a friend.
No. man is rich who lacks om
These soldiers of peace have not
lived in vain. Their deeds also
live, after them. Great have been
the victories oi peace, and we
give them homage today in
Soldiers of the Union. I have
now- discahrged the duty you as
signed me. We bring you grati
tude and congratulations; grati
tude for arduous and illusfrou
services; congratulations mat a
kind Providence mercifully spared
your lives for some good purpose
A thousand fell at your isde and
len thousand at your right hand.
but He covered you with His
feathers. Through-the iron hail
stones He brought you safe, to
greet your loved ones, and to re
ceive the plaudits of your fellow
citizens, and to enjoy the pros
perity of the commonwealth.
Each of yoxi wears the honored
title, "A Soldier of the Union."
Soon you will be gathered to your
fathers; such - memorial services
as these will prepetuate your
Words are but leaves, deeds are
the'f ruits. If in our memorials
we halt at these formal tributes
of the lips, they are as withered
flowers, indeed. If we would
bring forth fruits, we must re
produce in our lives that spirit of
devotion which animated the
ranks and raised above self-interest
and party interest the weal
of the nation. Our liberties will
then be perpetuated, our coun
try's honor exalted and that ban
ner whose, uroau stripes anu
bright stars have been trans
planted from the firmament of
heaven lo earth shall ever unfurl
unsullied in every clime.
Done are the toils and the weari
some marches.
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Done is the summons o'f bugle
and drum,
Softly and sweetly the sky over
arches, Sheltering a land where re
bellion is dumb.
Dark were the days of the coun
try's derangement,
Sad were the hours when the
conflict was on,
But through the gloom of fra
ternal eslrangment
God sent his light, and we wel
come the dawn.
O'er the expanse of our mighty
Sweeping- away to Ihe utter
most parts,
Peace, the wide-flying, on untir
ing pinions,
Bringeth her message of joy to
our hearts.
Out of the blood of a conflict
frat ernal,
Out of the dust and dimness
of death.
Burst, into blossoms of glory
Flowers that sweeten the world
with their breath. '
Flowers of charity, peace and de
votion Bloom in the hearts that are
empty of strife;
Love that is boundless and broad
as the ocean
Leaps into beauty and fullness
of life.
So with Ihe singing of peans and
chora Is,
And with the flag flashing high
in the sun.
Place on the graves of our heroes
the laurels
Which their unfaltering valor
has won.
Here's to the men who wore the
Here's to the men who proved so
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