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distant posterity will recall his glories in the words you sang from Atlanta to the sea. The memories of other dead will further serve to cement our patriotism and glorify your history. We welcome you to-night as heroes of a hundred battles fought and won, you won them all, for record fails of anything you lost. Donelson, Shiloh, Corinth, Vicksburg, Mission Ridge, Atlanta and your never to be forgotten march to the sea, were milestones by a tion's roadside which were marked out by the God of battles and placed by you, in the face of shot and shell. You built a highway which has guided millions to this sanctuary of the earth, a government which is the goal of human ambition,-a nation charitable in character,- just in laws and where man bows supreme legiance to only one. Your country stands first in wealth, in power, in laws and government. She is envied of the world, and is at peace with all mankind. How blessed must be the man who
handiwork. Well may we who were too young to participate in your labors feel that we were born too late. Your deeds, victories, lives and triumphs are forever impressed upon this great nation's history. Your memory can never die, but we who live in this peaceful age shall pass away and leave no mark behind. Fortunate men, to have fought and won, and to have lived to behold the splendid results of your sacrifice, a reunited people whose every heart-beat “keeps time to the music of the union,” a union which knows no section, and whose every homestead floats one grand fag, the starry emblem of a restored and perpetual union based on an during foundation of patriotic and fraternal love. Old soldiers, would that I might call you old comrades—may earth's choicest blessings he showered on you and yours to the remotest generation, and when in the fullness of years and of honors you "go hence and are no more seen,” let it be the fullest assurance that the memory of your valor and your sufferings is shrined in the hearts of a grateful people; that their recollection of your struggles and your triumphs shall never fade, and that from them generations yet to come shall learn new lessons of patriotism and devotion.
Captain Sexton made the response for the Society and spoke as follows:
GOVERNOR FIFER AND MAYOR WASHBURNE :
Thirty years ago it was the custom for governors of states and mayors of cities, when a regiment started for the seat of war, to deliver to the officers and men, patriotic addresses, bidding them God speed, as they took the cars for the front. Four years subsequently other governors and mayors bade us welcome in fitting terms of praise when we returned with victory perched upon our banners, for we had “fought the good fight, we had kept the faith," had saved the nation and preserved the old flag untarnished without a star missing, and then laid down our arms to resume peaceful occupations. Thirty years ago, in the happy days of youthful enthusiasm, you and I, governor, mere lads, responded to the call for volunteers, and with muskets in our hands, as private soldiers, joined the Army of the Tennessee, and of all the gallant officers who composed that grand army, we can see here before us, bowed with age, a large representation of those who survive. More than three decades have passed since that time, and now we find you, who had served through the war as a private soldier, governor of the great prairie state of Illinois, the third in rank in this glorious Union, here to bid us welcome.
And Mayor Washburne, we greet you, sir, as the worthy son of a worthy sire; for well we remember the important part taken by your distinguished father, in standing as the friend and champion of our first and great commander, U. S. Grant, and that it was largely through his instrumentality that that great leader was retained and maintained in his command until called to higher fields and greater responsibilities. It is a happy co-incidence that you, the son of a member of Congress who first saw in that obscure, modest clerk the elements of military genius and greatness, should as mayor bid welcome to this great city to so many of his lieutenants, who have come here to-day to renew old associations, and unveil to the world a lasting tribute to him, the greatest chieftain of the age.
look into the faces of the veterans here assembled, you will see in the silvered locks, the furrowed cheeks and wrinkled brows, how busy has been time in imprinting the marks of age. Many, too, of these companions bear honorable scars that tell of devotion to their country, and of the stern realities of war. From the wreck and ruin of that awful struggle they are here to-day among a grateful people, to revive the memories of war, in order to strengthen the bonds of peace.
Is it not, therefore, eminently fitting that we should recall at this time the many heroic achievements of those great generals who so successfully commanded the victorious Army of the Tennessee? Grant, whose fame as warrior and statesman we commemorate in the statue unveiled to-day; the incomparable Sherman, who has so lately gone from us, friend and foe paying tribute to his memory; the knightly McPherson, who died "a soldier's death, with harness on his back;” Logan, Illinois' great volunteer soldier; and Howard, who, although maimed, is still in active service. God forbid that these reunions should revive the animosities of the war, or awaken new hatreds between the sections; for peace, gentle, healing, lasting peace, was the object for which they fought and for which their comrades died. But these reunions were better abandoned, all these sacred memories forgotten and the historic events of the war consigned to the grave of oblivion, unless they educate the present generation, and send along the line of life lessons of duty and inspiration of patriotism and loyalty.
And now, gentlemen, in behalf of the members of our association, I return our sincere thanks for your cordial greeting and generous welcome to this great metropolitan World's Fair city by the inland sea.
The presiding officer then introduced to the Society, General Andrew Hickenlooper, the orator of the evening, who spoke as follows:
ANNUAL ADDRESS BY GEN. A. HICKENLOOPER.
MR. PRESIDENT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, COMRADES OF THE ARMY OF THE TENNESSEE:
When at your last stated meeting, you conferred upon me the distinguished honor and unmerited compliment of delivering your next annual address, little did any of us suppose that such an address would necessarily be an eulogy upon the life and military services of your distinguished President, then present with us in the full enjoyment of perfect health and mental vigor.
Little did we realize that when next we met, it would be within the shadow of a parting sorrow, to pay this last sad tribute of respect, due from soldiers to a soldier's memory.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMAN,
GEXERAL U. S. A.
BORN FEB. 8, 1820.
DIED FEB. 14, 1891. Such is the simple and modest inscription upon the casket containing the mortal remains of one of the most illustrious soldiers of the age, your old commander, and President of this Society, for a continous period of twenty-two years.
The last letter he ever wrote-upon the first day of his fatal illness—the last thoughts he ever penned, expressed an enthusiastic interest in your Society's proceedings, and a determination to be present upon this occasion. But now his vacant chair, draped in the habiliments of woe, bring vividly to mind all the varied recollections of the past, thoughts of the future, and an impressive realization of the truthfulness of Notker's memorable words, “In the midst of life we are in death."
No longer the hoof-beat of rushing squadrons break in upon the stillness of Southern plains, nor Georgia's mountain crags give back an answering echo to the cheers of charging men; silent the drums, stacked the arms, and housed the banners of that mighty Army of the Tennessee, whose historic story, even now, seems like a swiftly vanishing dream. The sword unsheathed at Shiloh and flashed in the sunlight which fell upon the capitol domes of every Confederate state but three, is rusting in its scabbard; while the chieftain who with it pierced the heart of treason lies peacefully sleeping beneath one of the sod thatched roofs of Calvary's silent homes.
“ When a soldier dieth,
His comrades in the war,
Follow the funeral-car.
They tell of victories won,
While peals the minute gun." But when a soldier dies who has occupied so conspicuous a place in his country's history, and especially one of whom so much has already been said and written, little remains to be voiced that will either add to a knowledge of his character or the public appreciation of his many manly virtues and soldierly achievements. Therefore upon such an occasion as this we can little more than touch upon the salient points of a career that will ever lend luster to the great achievements of loyal arms.
" Paint me as I am,” said one of England's most distinguished soldiers; “Put in every scar and wrinkle, that both friends and foes may recognize the likeness."
So should it be with Sherman; his greatness was of too pronounced a type to be impaired by showing the few scars and wrinkles that only serve to make more distinctive the wonderful career of a man whose contradictory nature must have impressed all alike by its hesitating indifference and its unselfish loyalty; its chilling austerity and its childlike simplicity; its uncompromising implacability and its manly generosity: peculiarities so happily blended, by rapidly succeeding events and time's disclosures, that we can now, more clearly than ever before, realize that each was an essential element in the formation of a character developed to meet peculiar and exceptional conditions.
William Tecumseh Sherman, the sixth son of a family of eleven children, was born at Lancaster, O., on the 8th day of February, 1820, and when but nine years of age was, by the sudden death of his father and the financially embarrassed condition of the family, forced to become a dependent upon the generously bestowed bounty of comparative strangers Fortunately for his future welfare he became an inmate of the family--and practically the adopted sonof the Hon. Thomas Ewing, then one of the most distinguished men of Ohio. Mr. Ewing soon thereafter became United States Senator, and “Cump” Sherman, in the spring of 1836, entered West Point military academy, from which institution he graduated four years later, sixth in a class of forty-three. After thirteen years of uneventful military service, and seven years of varied and profitless civil employment, we find General Sherman early in 1860 occupying the position of superintendent of the Louisiana Seminary of Learning and Military Academy.
Another year and the dark shadows of the impending conflict were swiftly spreading. South Carolina had, the 20th of December, passed its order of secession; arms and munitions of war were, by traitorous officials, being rapidly transferred from north
to southern arsenals; United States officers of southern birth were resigning to accept service with their respective states; Fort Moultrie had been abandoned; the Star of the West had been fired upon; Federal forts had been seized and loyal troops cap