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tained in all our courts; and the broad realms of the Republic enjoy civil and religious liberty.

Do you ask me what this has to do with the Reward of Patriotism?” I reply: Nothing-and everything. As for those who have gone before, it is nothing. Who shall teil what thought, what motives, led those noble souls that fell in the first battles for our country? Let us not, my comrades, confine our memory to our own time and era. We did a good deed; our gallant comrades died well, and those surviving deserve the honor and gratitude of the nation. But they were preceded by others who did as well. Who shall measure that devotion to liberty, that led our forefathers across the ocean and settled the colonies of Plymouth Rock and Jamestown? Who can count the sacrifices, the heroism, and the devotion of those pioneers who first moved out toward the Alleghenies? Who can tell the sufferings and privations of those who, entering upon the vast fields of the far distant West, settled the Western Reserve, the bloody ground of Kentucky, and passed through the Indian tribes of the Iroquois upon the Mississippi? Who can depict, even in outline, the sufferings of those who fell upon the far Western plains? The pages of future history are yet to recount all the trials and the sacrifices of the pioneers of the great West, who, fighting savage foes and the obdurate and almost insurmountable forces of nature, crossed the Rocky Mountains and established our empire on the Pacific ocean.

The heroes of the Rebellion are not alone among the multitudes of those who have labored and died for the Union and our great Republic. Let us rejoice, my comrades, in what we have done, but let us never forget the services of others to our country. Each in his day and generation has done his part. Look at the battlefields of the Revolution; look at the fields of the war of 1812; look at the Mexican war, and then at the bloody fields with which you are familiar. Which service will you select as that to be the most rewarded? The commander and the private, the citizens, the patriotic men and women in each of these eras, knew of but one impulse and expected bui one reward – the consciousness at that hour, and the memory for all time to come that to its full height and its utmost significance, their individual duty was performed. Will you measure a reward for the dead, those young, vigorous, manly spirits, the embodiment of their country's enterprise and grandeur, by money? Can you reward them by high monuments? They have gone beyond earthly eulogy. In that supreme hour of devo. tion to their country's cause their souls expanded to a larger life, and they have received their reward in the fruition of character. They are going on:

“Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song,

Paid with a voice flying to be lost on an endless sea.
Glory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle to right the wrong.

Nay, but she aimed not at glory, no lover of glory she:

Give her the glory of going on and still to be.” The war for the Union was a people's war for the nation, and no virtue was ever higher than that which inspired the self-sacrifice and patriotic devotion of the Union soldier. It led to a thousand acts of heroism greater than any now remembered. It led to a redeemed and restored Union, and it let us have peace. It was not for fame; it was for country and for conscience. Its reward for those who died and those who survived was the consciousness that duty had been accomplished and the power thus achieved to attain further greatness.

But the virtue of patriotism is possessed not only by the actor on the field or in the time of dangers and emergency. There is a patriotic gratitude that is the counterpart of patriotic achievement. It is its recognition. It writes the eulogy. It rears the monument. It aspires towards equal and even greater development in case of need; and thus teaches itself by the contemplation of great examples. It fills the avenues of Chicago and spreads out an immense multitute upon the borders of the lake when the statue of our hero is unveiled. It pervades every part of our varied national life, and is the elevating and glorious enthusiasm of a free people for a strong and patriotic government. It is allegiance no longer to persons but to principles. Its result is a national conscience that will suffer no wrong to itself and will indulge in no wrong to others. It is the unique spectacle that our country has produced-American character. It substitutes public spirit in a democracy for allegiance in a monarchy, and it will destroy public selfishness, as want of fealty was punished in earlier and ruder days by death. It estimates the treasures of a millionaire as dross compared to the display of the wealth of a people's love for a man like Sherman, dying without fortune, but with a record of inestimable service for his country. It looks upon the heroic deeds of a great General who commanded the armies of a continent, even, as trivial compared with his heroic achievement of writing, under the sufierings of a fatal disease, the record of his life for the salvation of peace, and dedicating his work to the fraternal feeling of his countrymen.

This spirit of patriotism pays interest and premiums on its bonds in millions because it must, when its soldiers are fighting for its credit; and it pours into the laps of the old soldiers and their widows and orphans millions more, when its patriotic sons have made it able. The reward is not to the soldier. The soldier's reward was in the loyai discharge of his duty. The nation's reward, and that of all those who inherit its munificent results, is in a due appreciation of the service rendered and an effort to express it. However bountiful the acts of government may be, how. ever acceptable in individual instances they may be considered, let us not reduce the patriotic sentiment that made us support our country to the basis of a pecuniary reward. It does not belong there. It can never be paid for. Our dead comrades cannot thus be paid, and we would scorn ourselves to accept anything on such a construction. It is not for us that these millions are spent so much as for those that are to come, that they may behold in this, as in the monuments that are raised and in the eulogies that are pronounced, the liberality and gratitude of a glorious Republic; the sentiment that will induce the son and the sons of sons through the coming generations to imitate not only the examples of the recent war, but those of our forefathers, who created as we sustained, the enduring fabric of constitutional liberty.

Above all is that reward that comes from the consciousness that we have done God's will.

In times of the war we soldiers always worked under and believed in the motto, “In God we trust." Now we believe that God then trusted and now trusts in us.

Sixth TOAST.-" The Common Patriot.

Response by JAMES WHITCOMB Riley.

While the common patriot seems never to expect, and certainly does not require the tribute such as may be paid him at the banquet board, it is all the more an honor, as I take it, when by general consent of the Army of the Tennessee a humble citizen and mere civilian is permitted to say something of him, anyhowthe common patriot. It is a commendatio: one can enter into with such heartiness, such genuine honesty, such sound affection for the subject of his theme.

The common patriot seems so accessible. A hero he is, indeed, forever within the reach and grasp and hand-shake of us all — in constant touch and hail – all unremoved from us by elevated office or isolated service, jealously barring him from us with guns and soldiery and fortress walls. The common patriot, thank heavens, is left to roam at large all up and down the land his presence glorifies. Everybody knows him, familiarly and affectionately, by his first name or his last. He is our next-door neighbor, and a better one, we often think, than he has himself.

As there is a type of actor so unqualifiedly excellent and perfect in his art that we cease entirely to regard his great gift critically, or to justly measure and appreciate his rare possession as anything but the most natural quality in the world; likewise we have this type of patriot so naturally fitted to the part, and without so natively endowed and capable and satisfactory is his simple presentation of his character that we are apt to overlook his very highest claims, to not only our prolonged applause, but our enduring gratitude as well.

This is the common patriot-not the exalted chieftain, charging at the front of battle, with his glittering sword waving onward to the very cannon's mouth, but the patriot of the advancing columns, with shattered right arm limp and useless at his side, the old flag caught and lifted with his left, and “the terrible battle hymn of the republic” upon his lips. The common patriotthere are regiments of him ; battalions and brigades ; yea, vast, earth-shaking armies! It was the common patriot, in fact, who "somewhat grimly smiled” (think of that kind of a smile, 400,000 strong!)-it was he who, when called to arms, answered with his multitudinous presence, and who, when called to do and die for his stricken flag's sake, did and died; and yet in rallying legions, with the flag still overhead, received his marching orders, “ to the sea," and thereupon invincibly marched to the sea.

Nor is it at all unlikely that the common patriot, aside from his God-given tendencies, has often found his model in such of his great Generals as Grant, Sherman, Sheridan, and that illustrious line of men whose positive genius forced them on into the lead, even as at the Nation's head the common patriot found the typeperfect in the character of the immortal Lincoln. These all were of the type, in truth, that made and makes the common patriot a glorious title and a glorious personality to fulfill. Moreover, in his common role the patriot knew a rude freedom and independence which leadership, however loath, must needs relinquish all claim upon.

One soldier even put the advantageous position of a private soldier over that of a commissioned officer by saying that there was, of course, no possibility of a private ever being reduced to the ranks. No; he proudly finds himself superior to all superiors, and so, as the redoubtable Chispa, he most cheerily “wags through the world, half the time on foot and the other half walking." So long as his country may be served and benefitted by one so humble as he counts himself, he is content to accept the lowliest duties of that service and to acquit the trust as the most unpretentious and matter of fact obligation possible for the patriot to pay. His country first and always, no matter as to his own personal weal or woe-a characteristic even that has been found accented in almost barbaric spirits of his kind. Such a one was Orderly Sam Cotterell, of whom the boys never tire of telling, whose utter loyalty and courage, yet defiance of all camp discipline, marked him in a most peculiar way. Ingloriously as Sam demeaned himself in some particulars, most gloriously he fought and bled and ultimately died with his eyes fixed proudly on the banner he had helped to rescue and redeem. Poor, unlettered, simple-minded Sam, through his ungovernable and sometimes wholly lawless temper, half the time under suspicion, if not in positive disgrace. At one time reduced to the ranks, his pay withdrawn, and under surveillance in the guard-house, he further italicized his ignoble fame by a terrible assault upon a fellow-prisoner, whose only offense upon examination seemed to be a special gayety of spirit and a love for song, with which melodious indulgence he was wont to beguile the weary hours of his sentence; and yet for his singing only had he been set upon by Sam and nearly slaughtered.

All his fellow-prisoners, and there were many, joined in the general testimony as to the victim's reputation for sterling innocence as well as cheeriness. Matters going decidedly against his “murderous assailant,” as Sam, the grim and sullen prisoner, found himself repeatedly referred to, he said: “Of course I didn't want to quite kill the cuss, nor I didn't, but when he jest kep' up that singin', and wouldn't shet up, like I warned him-wv, I had to

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