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take heart and bid each other be of good cheer, for no harm shall come to the Republic. Then, at their country's call, men shall come as the “leaves come when summer is green,” and around their camp fires they shall tell the stories of your triumphs and imitate your example, assured that while their country is not unmindful of the living soldier, she has also striven to carry out the wishes of the soldier dead.

General Sherman announced the

FIFTH TOAST.—“The Surviving Soldier."

“ Each soldier's name
Shall shine untarnished on the rolls of fame,
And stand the example of each distant age,
And add new lustre to the historic page."

Response by Hon. J. LOGAN CHIPMAN.


The memory of nations should be long; the gratitude of peoples should be eternal.

The men who have fought for a country should repose in peace, dignity and comfort beneath her flag.

The surviving soldiers of the Republic are her benefactors, because they saved her; her wards, because they gave their young manhood to her service. They gave that—not their lives, but the flower of their youth, the precious years in which character is formed, ambition matured and destiny fixed. The dead, grand and serene in our memory and love, gave scarcely more. So those who are here and those who are gone are the richest jewels of the country's fame, the tenderest objects of the people's care.

It is a blessing to know how worthy our surviving soldiers are of that care. In the paths of war they were tireless and brave; in the ways of peace they are patriotic and obedient. If Cromwell's warriors deserved the splendid panegyric of Macauley, our veterans are entitled to every meed which belongs to intelligence, industry and good citizenship.

I am glad, we are all glad, that this is so. It is a proud fact in our annals that, as a rule, they are in their different spheres in life exemplars of civic virtue. This is a fact well worth dwelling on. A disbanded soldiery are too often licentious, vicious, drunken, of evil life and corroding examples; but in church and state, on the

farm, on the marts of commerce, in all the professions, in every decent, every useful pursuit, the man with a certificate of honorable discharge is found in the front rank. This is no flight of fancy. It is literal truth-truth so grand and exceptional in the world's history that we may well be proud of it, and thank God that it

is so.

There can be no doubt that a nation should take care of her defenders. A people who neglect to do that lack common honesty; they are strangers to the virtues of patriotism. They refuse a pittance to those who preserved all for them. This is not the spirit of the American people. They mean to be just to the surviving soldier. He is the pride of the household—the one citizen to whom every heart goes forth with reverence. This is right, exactly right. The old should point to the young the grizzled veterans; and young and old should vie with each other in respect to the men who have made our institutions secure, our history glorious. I would have this respect a sacred, deathless fire in every heart—the kindling flame of a lofty patriotism. I

say this because our veterans deserve it and because, above all, it is good for the country to feel it, good for the soldier of the future to know that the soldier of the past was worthy and that his worth was recognized. I say it, too, because there were brave men before Agamemnon, and there must be brave soldiers in all the generations of the republic; because a citizen-soldiery are the natural reliance of the country; because the military spirit must be kept up and because every tribute paid to these brave men is an offering to the highest Americanism; to that patriotism which makes us, as a people, bone of one bone and flesh of one fesh.

Wherever the surviving soldier is, there is a sentinel of liberty. In him is embodied that love of country to which it should be our pride, and certainly our blessing, to give free rein. We cannot love our country too much; we cannot be too proud of her. We must bow before her as her children, believing her to be the best of earth. She does not dazzle in the baleful light of a tyrant's jewels. The tawdry vulgarity of despotic lands does not obscure the purity of her soul; but she is a gracious presence, sturdy in her youth, rosy in her young matronhood. The roll of her defenders' names is an acclaim of her glory. It is sonorous with great deeds; it proclaims a people's power-a nation's safety.

And here to-night many of them surround me-men “of im.

mortal names, which were not born to die." Oh, that I had the voice of the propitious gales, which swell the sails of human prosperity and happiness, to tell them amid the blessed peace they have secured the doubtless gratitude of a great people.

Oh, heroes of our native land, wherever ye are to-night, Sherman, Sheridan, all ye brave and true children of our mother, ye lions of war, ye faithful citizens in peace, America loves and reveres you. Surely heart of man can ask no more; fame's topmost round can no higher go.

Blessings, like the dews of heaven on the veterans' heads; peace and plenty dwell at their hearthstones. Let a grateful people shower comfort upon them and make their path to the end the serene sunset of duty well done. America's faith is purer than gold. She will not forget the devotion which never faltered, the bravery which was always hopeful.

General Sherman:-I will give you the
Sixth Toast.—“The Women of the War.”

“Though Heaven alone records the tear,

And fame shall never know the story,
Her heart has shed a drop as dear

As ever dewed the field of glory.”
Response by Rt. Rev. SAMUEL A. Fallows.

In the women of the war all the crowned and uncrowned heroines of history are found. On a grander scale their blessed deeds are done, Sisters of charity, with their holy ministries by the score, Florence Nightingales, with their soothing, healing touch and words of help and life by the hundreds, are among this elect host. It was a woman, aye, and a sister of that Magdalen who washed the Redeemer's feet with her tears and then wiped them with the hair of her head, who alone dared to take the wounded Massachusetts soldiers in Baltimore to her own marked abode, and tenderly care for their bruised and mangled forms. It was a woman who was lead in her ministrations of mercy to these first martyrs of liberty to organize the women nurses of the war.

It was mainly out of the first relief movements begun by women, that the stupendous sanitary and christian commissions

did their unparalleled work of benevolence and blessing in the war, spending more than $100,000,000 for our sick and suffering soldiers and those of the Confederate army besides. It was woman who first planned the National freedman's relief association, to give succor and shelter to the dependent dusky wards of the republic.

It was woman, according to the records of the war department, that helped to the lights one of the most important movements of the war. It was woman that gave inspiring songs from Atlanta to the sea, and from the Potomac to the gulf. It was one of these women of the war, whose husband had fallen in battle, that made an immortal reply to a woman not of the war, who had just been boasting that she was glad she had a husband who had .sense enough to keep out of the army. Hot and indignant came the rejoinder: “I would sooner be the widow of a Union soldier than the wife of a coward."

The home influence of these women of the war was the most powerful in its effects upon the characters and lives of the men of the war. May I take three examples of this influence! Not with rude hand would I tear the veil which hides the holiest of holies from the holy place of domestic life. But with a gentle, reverent touch I may part the sacred folds and see in each of these three homes what the wife as companion, counselor and confidant has been to the husband in his hope of splendid renown. No; I cannot tell what that influence was; but without it I may say those lives would not have been as they were.

One husband was the knightly hero whose martyred life ebbed out amid the sobbing of the sea, mingled with the sobbings of a nation's pierced heart. The loving wife who went with him to the supreme pinnacle of fame, is left behind, while he is now where there is no more sea, and where there are no more tears. The other was our first commander. Has the world one to put before him? From Mount McGregor he went up, cheered and sustained to the last by her to whom he had pledged his undying love. He went up to the shining table lands of a glorious immortality.

And the other-how sorely we miss him tonight. Who can speak of him without speaking of her, whom to-night we have all been delighted to honor? Gracious as Hermon's dews, potent and yet benign as the beaming sun, has been her life upon the

life of that stainless soldier and statesman, that peerless leader of the volunteer soldiery, our own loved, loyal, lion-hearted Logan.

Happy, happy, happy, ye women of the war. Happy amid your solemn, sacrificial sorrow and service, for you have caught as none ever did before you the human meaning of the words spoken of the divine sufferer, consoler and helper of the race, “who, for the joy that was set before Him, endured the cross." Happy ye who have joined the mighty host who went up, through great tribulation, into the heavenly city, and are crowned with joy everlasting. Happy ye who still remain to witness the reign of peace and the triumphant march of the nation's progress, as the heroes of the war for freedom place with the glad acclaim of the civilized world, and the approbation of God, the crown of honor and appreciation and regard upon your queenly heads, even as He places His most beautiful coronet of graceful green upon the fairest of the forest trees.

His address was constantly interrupted by vociferous applause. When his remarks turned upon Mrs. General Logan, the audience rose in a body and refused to be stilled.

General Sherman:-Ladies and gentlemen, I now bespeak order. There is a small amount of gentlemen down there in that corner who have disturbed us somewhat. They thought their conversation was very interesting, but it didn't interest us a bit. I ask them all to be seated in their places. We have but one more toast. My calculation has fallen a little short, as it is now one o'clock. We must have absolute quiet, and I will now announce the seventh regular toast, and I again call attention to that group down in the corner. There is plenty of room outside if they want to have any private conversation.

I now announce the seventh and last toast on your programme as handed to me by your committee, “The Army Surgeon." SEVENTH TOAST_The Army Surgeon."

“O, yet we trust that somehow good

Will be the final goal of ill.” Response by Major HENRY F. LYSTER. MR. PRESIDENT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN:

The master of the feast has done well in following the olden custom in giving the good wine at the beginning and reserving that of inferior quality for the last.

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