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John L. Finney.
L. Mackay
Surgeon ... . 79 N. Y. Inf.
W'm. Schroeder
Private .... A .. 7 N. Y. Inf.
HI. Q. Gago.
16 . .. K .. 12 Kan. Inf.
A. O. Malloy
Colonel .... .. 17 Wis.
Ist Lieut ... A .. JI Mo. Cnv.
Woodward Little.
. Private .. .... .. . 7 Ky. Inf.
J. W. Ayres
L. C. Leeds .
I. M. Baker
Captain .... F .. 29 Illa. Inf.
W. E. Best
.A .. 97 Ills. Inf. Sergenat ... B .. I N. Y. M. It.
Private .... D .. 20 Ind. Inf.
N. W. Thompson
.. C . . 67 Ind. Inf.
W. II. Intes
... G .. 81 N. Y. Inf.
Jer Enniann.
W'm. H. Iliestand ...
Captain .... A .. 2 La. Cav.
G. W. McCormick ...
. E .. 7 Mich.
Thomas Burke ...
Dallas Co. Private .C .. 91 N. Y. Inf.
E. O. Itust.
Dallas
.lst Serg't. . . K. . 21 N. J.
Thon. A. Newman .. 44
Thon. W. Murat
. Coptalo .. . B. . ]18 Ills. Iaf.
Ilenry II. Furbel.
.2d Serg't. H. . 14 W. Va.
Wm. T. Baird.
Ist Lient .. . G. . 40 Iowa Inf. Private .... . B. . 3 Iown Cnv.
Int Lieut ... .. 2 Illu. Art. Private .F . 126 Ills. Art.
.. F .. 5 P'n. IL.
W. Willie
Q .. 90 Illa. Inf.
G. W. Gilcont.
3d Serg't A .. ) Ark.
Geo. A. Webster
. Sorgeant ... C .. 123 Ohlo Inf.
W. A. Metcalf.
F. O. Brown
W'm. McKenna
Private. . ... K. . S Mags. Inf. Also 2dl Lieut. 31 Mass. Int.
a. W. Frost
Private ... 1 .. 2 Ohio Int.
It. D. L. Hunter
Drummer .. ]) .4 Masa. laf.
Geo. S. Nach
lat Llent .. . D .. ) Mo. L. Art.
J. W. Church.
Major .. .. .. ] Mich. I .. Cnv.
W. N. Johnson Musician .. .. 69 Pa. Inf.
P. J. Shechan. ...
D. B. Horn
John W. White.
John S. Veach
B. F. Winfrey
S. S. Taylor
E. P. Brown
B. W. Mccullough ... Dallna
Sergeant .. . F .. 20 0. V. I.
J. M. McCammon ..
S. F. Noyes
.B 150 N. Y. Iaf.
J. l'. Lake
.. C. U. S. Sig. S.
.A .. 27 Ind. Inf.
J. W. Ridge.
. E .196 Pa. IDf.
Smith Irwin Corporal ... .. A .. 8 Mo. Inf.
Henry Allen
. Corporal ... C .. 47 Ind. Inf.
II. Van Ness. 4 4
Private G .89 N. Y. Inf.
A .. 19 Ille. Inf.
Jos. O. Piche 4 4
Alfred II. King.
Private .. F. . 141 Illa. Inf.
Geo. W. Burgess
.Drummer .... D .. 90 P'n. laf.
G. B. S. Miller
.Engineer .... E .. I N. Y. E. C.
Thes. Wadsworth . ..
W. W. Walker .. Seamon. . .. U. S. S. Clara D.
J. W. Coleman
Steward .. U. S. S.
Alfred Billows
.2od Lient .. .A. . . 48 Ind. Inf.
W'm. R. Marshall
Private
... D. . 4 Ky. Ind, Inf.
MEMORIAL DAY.
In writing the history of Dallas county, not the least in the annals of this great county is the good and fraternal feeling existing between the old soldiers of the late war, and the writer has had unexceptionable opportunities tonscer- tain the true feeling of the people. There is the best of feeling in Dallas county regarding the introduction of Northern capital and im- migration into the State, and any Northern man can only realize the cordial welcome he will receive by actual contact with the people, and it is with pleasure the discourse filled with gemis of patriotic sentiments delivered by Rov. E. M. Wheelock on Memorial day
C. S. Woodworth
M. W. Mann
A. S. Lee.
Geo. W. Cole
.K .. 8 Ille. Inf.
Francis Feiling
J. E. Rust ....
.. .. K .. 86 Mars. Inf.
Jacoh llogemaa
Edward Glavin.
. Sergenat. . C. . 25 Mich. Inf.
K. 18 Ills. Inf.
. . A .. 40 Ills.
Engiacer ...
Corporal .... L .. 9 Tenn. Cav.
T. Beckwith
.. Il Ind Bat.
l'rivate .. . C. . 11 lad. laf.
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is published with this history. Also, in this same connection, is published an address de- livered by Colonel W. D. Wylie, formerly of the Second Iowa, and afterward of the regn- lar army, the first Department Commander of the Grand Army of the Republic in Texas; and also an address by Colonel W. L. Craw- ford, a gallant soldier who wore the gray; and it is hoped that this history of this great county, showing as it does the complete his- tory of our reconciliation, will do something toward cementing the fraternal feeling now existing, and in doing good for our common country. The words "memorial day" cause a feeling of rest and peace to come into our hearts, but it is so graphically and politically expressed in the memorial discourse by Rev. E. M. Wheeloek, it is published in full:
" Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friend .- JOHN xv, 13.
" Through all past time, among all past peoples, the memory of the soldier dead has been sacredly cherished. For conquering kings pyramids were built; for chiefs, war- riors, heroes, triumphal arches reared their stately fronts. Pillars pierced the sky to point the victories of nations, while the mon- nment and the mausoleum testify to the grief for the fallen. The chiseled marble, the sculptured vase and urn, the cenotaph of brass are the enduring monuments of grief, the tributes of a nation's sorrow to her most gallant and deserving sons.
" But the American republic year by year decorates the graves of its citizen soldiers,
not in sorrow, not in mourning, not with the cold symbols of metal and stone, but rather with the high gladness of a solemn festival. So, in the springtime of nature, from every city and town and hamlet of this broad conti- nent, gather the people of this, the proudest of all nations, to commemorate the valor and the victory of their soldier dead. They strew their last resting place with the most fitting deeora- tion that can be brought to a true man's grave -flowers, fresh as the remembrance we carry in our hearts for the departed brave; flowers as fragrant as the full-blossomed glory of their deeds in the annals of the age; flowers perishable like the bodies of kindred dust, but like the immortal soul of man to be renewed year by year forever. Their true symbol is the starry flag which they carried to enduring victory from sea to sca; their true areh of triumph, the government of free and equal laws which they made to span the continent like the bow of promise, giving assurance of equality of duties and of rights under law's founded on the will of the people alone.
" Thus arises a grander and more imperishi- able memorial than ever the pomp of king- doms or the wealth of selfish conquest have raised to commemorate their warriors and their chiefs; a national purpose which has the dignity and solemnity of funeral rites without their sadness. We celebrate not a new be- reavement, but an old one; not around a freshly made grave, but remembering those already elotlied with grass and blooms. To Nature's signs of tenderness we but add our own. Not ashes to ashes, dust to dust, but
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only blossoms to blossoms, laurels to the lau- reled. After war, peace; after earnage, flow- ers; after death, the new life of the soul.
" The great volunteer army of the nation has long since disbanded. Its tents are struck, its camp fires put out, its muster rolls laid away. But there is another army that no presidential proclamation can disband and no general orders reach. In every cemetery we stand amidst its camping grounds; those white stones are its tents, its muster rolls are in our memories, its camp fires burn in our hearts.
" When the great soldier of Napoleon, La Tour d'Auvergne-surnamed 'the First Gren- adier of France"-fell in battle the Emperor ordered that his heart should be embalmed and carried always at the head of his regi- ment, that his name should be called at every roll eall and that some comrade should an- swer for him, ' Dead upon the field of honor.'
" So have wo embalmed the hearts of our beroes in onr imperishable affeetions; we carry them to the front, and when we hear read their lengthiened muster rolls our love makes answer for each, ' Dead upon the field of honor.'
' On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.'
" They had learned the great lesson that
' Whether on the tented field Or in the battle's van,
The fittest place for man to die Is where he dies for man.'
" We read in the old Roman story that ono day in the center of the imperial city, and right through its forum, the earthi suddenly opened and a vast eliasmn yawned to the bot- tomless deep. Every hour it crumbled and widened until it threatened to engulf the prond temples and palaces of Rome. Vain was every effort to stay the growing horror. The whole population labored in vain to fill it; all that they cast in disappeared. The tired swarms of laborers returned at morning from their brief slumbers to find their toil of yesterday wasted and the gulf still wider and deeper than before. Despairing and dreading the vengeance of the offended deities, of whose wrath they saw in this the visitation, the senators of the trembling eity consulted the soothsayers and the seers. The answer was given that the chasm would never be filled and its growth never stayed until the thing that Rome held to be her highest wealth, valne and preciousness, should be east into the dreadful pit. There was much de- bate as to what the most precious thing might be, and on the morrow the multitude gatlı- ered around the quaking edge of the gulf, bearing in their arms gold and jewels, gems and pearls, and their choicest wealth. Sud- denly among them appears a young soldier mounted and armed as for battle.
" ' These lifeless things that you bear in your arms, O, Romans,' he eries, 'are not your best gifts. Your strength, your hope, your most prieeless wealth are youth and valor, and life freely given for the redemption of one's country.' He plunges into the abyss.
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Its horrid jaws slowly close over him. Its ravages are stayed, and soon no trace of the gulf is left on the green sward.
" Our fathers founded this nation on jus- tice. They laid the corner stone of the Re- public in the cement of universal liberty, 'all men are created equal,' but the political walls were builded with untempered mortar. The conflict between hostile systems of labor had long been gathering. It was not an affair of transient impulse. The battle was being set in array even from the time the new nation had been brought forth. The clash of discus- sion was heard in every nook and corner of the land. Then came the passionate appeal to arms. A great gulf suddenly yawned, stretching from ocean to desert, dividing the people into hostile camps. That war did not end nor that gult close till we had cast therein our most precious possessions, the growth, the strength, the virtue, the patriotism of the land.
" From homes where gray-haired grandsires still spoke of Washington; from the cabin which sheltered the emigrant of yesterday; from the lap of luxury and the hut of poverty; from the wayside shop of the blacksmith and the broad acres of the farmer; from the clear- ing of the pioneer and the cave of the miner; from the college halls where students gathered and the marts of trade where merchants thronged, they came in a grand array.
" Life was as dear to them as to others, death just as unwelcome. But life must end and death must come to all, and their hearts sang the song of the old hero ' who kept the bridge so well.'
" 'Then out spoke brave Horatius, The captain of the gate:
'To every man upon the earth Death comethì soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds For the ashes of his fathers And the temple of his gods ?'
" The gulf closed at last, but the land ridged and scarred with 300,000 graves re- miuds us how deadly the danger and how great the sacrifice.
" Not till man had wasted from before the cannon's mouth, like snow flakes from the noonday sun; not till her voice of mourn- ing was heard in every hamlet and town; not till the reaper Death had gathered a harvest of the noblest and best into his voiceless gar- ner; not till rivers of blood in crimson streams cried from earth to heaven did that chasm close. The sweat of agony is the price of purification. ‹Via crucis via lucis:' the way of the cross is the way of light. The bodies of brave men, sown thick in the furrows of war, are the seed from which springs enduring national life. That is the costly price we pay for the glory of an un- broken republic.
"From the soil stained with their blood has sprung the consummate flower of impartial freedom, equal laws, a common birthright, a perpetual nationality, an enduring destiny, one name. These comrades fell that the na- tion might rise with the resurrection of a nobler, fuller humanity. They died that liberty might live. Every forward step, every new right gained for the race, has been reached through human blood and pain. Thus mankind moves onward.
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" Had these, our brothers, not set their breasts a living barricade against the iron hail of war, where would this nation be to- day? The index of civilization would have been turned back on the dial of the world. The republic broken in twain, dismembered exhausted by a fierce civil war, demoralized by the loss of its unity and naine, would have become in the eyes of the European world like Mexico or Chile.
" What foreign power cares for a nest of little jealous States like South America? But those who are careless of a hundred sparrows learn to respect the mighty eagle. Our fallen brothers won for themselves a grave, for ns a country. They fell in the field, died in the hospital, wasted in the prison, that American union and American freedom might not per- ish from the earth. They crystallized the Declaration of Independence into organic law and fact. Through the glittering stars on our shield we read the grand result-not a State lost, not a slave breathing on our soil, the press free, education universal, the school- honse and the church side by side everywhere -all the children of one nation.
" We are to-day not only united bnt welded; bound together from ocean to ocean by links of iron and fastened to the central heights with a silver tie and a spike of gold. The streams that roll from the north spin and weave, grind our corn and hammer our iron in their swift passage to the sea: the field and plantations now grow whiter than before with a richness that intelligent labor inspires, while the worker mingles with the sound of well requited toil the sweeter.
" The past is settled, and so settled that never again on our soil shall hostile graves be closely dng for miles and filled with Amer- ican dead. The citizens soldiers died not only for the blood-bought land, but for the world. The might of our victorious example pnshes England forward toward an enlarged franchise, free schools, a free church and justice to the sister nation of Ireland a half century earlier than otherwise she would. Prussia, Protestant Prussia, her bayonets pointed with thought, has smitten down des- potie Austria and torn the diadem from France. Resurrected Italy gathers round a new and better Rome. Imperial Russia lib- erates her serfs. China and Japan, the old- est of the dynasties of time, reverse the order of the sun's rising and take from us, the youngest of tlie nations, their first lessons in the civilization of the time. Yet what has been achieved is as the green and tender blade of wheat which waves in the field to- day com- pared with the heavy-headed grain which will bend in golden ripeness in the coming har- vest time. O Liberty! Liberty! All the com- ing ages are thine own, and the blood of our brothers has not been shed in vain.
" Yet a day and a great nation bows in reverence at the tomb of its patriotic dead. A mighty people mingle garlands with the ashes of its buried defenders, in token that their memory sweetly blossoms from the dust. The sun will look down over a tenth of the wide world, upon the sacred communion of the republic with the spirits of its preservers. From shore to shore of the two great oceans
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Freedom's sons turn with bated steps to the last resting places of Freedom's martyrs. From countless hills and valleys ascends the music to the martial dirge. Chaplets and wreaths crown all of virtue that could die of onr valiant host. The measured cadence of the memorial gun, answering from city to city and from State to State, stirs the heart of the land. The national banner, heavy with the symbols of our loss, canopies the tombs of those who upheld it, even to the shadow of death. The soldier tread of veterans re- calls the scene in which those whose memory we revive to-day acted so well their part.
" They sleep, that silent host; some with their kindred dust, others under the sod of Virginia, beside the rocks of the Alleghanies, and on all the red fields from the peninsula to the Appomattox; from Gettysburg to the gulf. They sleep at Arlington, at Shiloh, at Andersonville, in the wilderness, in the romantic southwest, and all along the great march from Atlanta to the sea. In an espe- eial manner we were in fellowship with those who rest from their labors; yea, and we are in fellowship with them still. To us they will always be what they can not be to those who were not permitted to share with them, as we did, the days, the scenes and experiences that made us comrades.
"The glorious fraternity of the camp, the marel, the battle, the trenches, the vigils that wearied out the stars, can not be dissolved by death. Those of our companions in war who have halted and lain down in the bivouac that no trumpet shall disturb are yet of ns
and so forevermore will be. We are again in the dust of the charging column, in the rifle pits, or on the raid. We hear once more the shriek of the shell and the thrilling notes that sound the charge. We know, as others can not, how our fallen brothers snf- fered, fought and fell. By the beating of our hearts we feel their spirits with us to- day, and we breathe a vow, like Lincoln, reg- istered in heaven, that so far as in us lies they shall not have died in vain.
" Our army is marching on. Slowly but surely moves the long array. As one by one we pass the picket at the gates of death, our lessening ranks will mark the flight of time till the last veteran totters from the field. Yes, the hour hastens when at the order of onr great commander we must follow our de- parted comrades. Every year our lines are thinning, onr numbers growing less. When a few more summers shall have passed but a handful of bent and aged men will be left to represent the Grand Army of the Republic and to repeat the dirge of the dead. Next they, too, will be mustered out and the sav- iors of America will be numbered with the brothers who have gone before, and even the graves where they sleep will disappear. But ere the story of their valor dies out, or the result of their heroism ceases to uplift man- kind, the rivers by which they sleep will be dry and the mountains where they fought will be level with the plains.
" And the women of 1861-wives, sisters, mothers-who can say enough of their devo- tion? Their ministrations, counsels, gifts,
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gave hope in the darkest hours. The hands that never tired were women's hands, when for the soldiers they knit and sewed and rolled the lint, while their tears fell fast on their work. A hundred hospitals were filled by them with comforts and Inxuries, which no hospital ever had before. Others went to the front to nurse the sick and the wounded and comfort the dying, and she whose shadow English soldiers bent to kiss in the Crimean hospitals was not more revered than they. Untold were their griefs, for death entered everywhere; on all sides were home circles broken, hearts bereft and dear ones gone. I believe that for every drop of blood shed on the battle field, a tear-drop fell on a distant pillow; and for every pulseless breast at the front there was a broken-hearted woman at the hearthstone far away.
" Finally we would cast a glance of frank brotherly sympathy toward the graves of those who died fighting against us. They were as sincere as we. They acted up to the measure of their light as we to ours. If they could come back, they would be one with us to-day. It was their fate, not their fault, to be drawn into the dreadful vortex of war. There was a Providence in all that terrible past, and in the madness that precipitated the conflict both sides were but working ont the will of the Over-Sonl. The providences of battle are the arrangements of God. The old flag with its growing family of stars is now the ensign of the South also, and the valor of the Southern army, and the military genius and generalship of its chiefs, fill an imperishable
and heroic page in our country's annals
By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the new grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day,
Under the one the blue, Under the other the gray.
These in the robing of glory, Those in the gloom of defeat, All, with the battle blood gory, In the dusk of eternity meet. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day,
Under the laurel the blue, Under the willow the gray.
No more shall the war cry sever, Or the winding river be red; They hanish our anger forever, When they laurel the graves of our dead. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day,
Love and tears for the blue, Tears and love for the gray.
"The sentiments of the foregoing can be taken to the hearts and the homes of both ' the blue and the gray,' for the pen picture is one that applies equally to them and ap- peals to the heart of every true American soldier and citizen."
The following accounts of the Memorial day services in the city of Dallas, May 30, 1887, and May 30, 1890, are copied from old issnes of the local press. On the former occasion the memorial address was delivered by Colonel W. D. Wylie, who "wore the blue," and on the latter by Colonel W. L. Crawford, who " wore the gray," thus show- ing that "grim-visaged war has hid her bra- zen front" and the winged angel of peace again hovers over the land.
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MEMORIAL DAY OF MAY 30, 1887.
This Memorial day, which is observed throughout the length and breadth of the Union, from the snow-capped mountains of Alaska to the flowery glades of Florida, and from ocean to ocean, dawned clear, and was duly regarded by both the blue and the gray, who blended in the decoration of the graves of their dead as one common people of the land of the free and the home of the brave.
This morning ex-Federal and ex-Confed- erate soldiers gathered at the headquarters of the George II. Thomas Post to take part in the ceremonies. The large float, bearing a pyramid of thirty-eight lovely girls, dressed in white trimmed with red and blue, a com- bination of the national colors, holding bas- kets of flowers, attraeted much attention. The float was elaborately decorated, and Miss Hattie Stover, who gracefully represented Texas, sat at the apex of this pyramid of beauty. The young ladies who represented the other States were: May Parnell, Minnie Graham, Susan Acton, Mollie Stover, Mary Graham, Nettie Stover, Dora Burgan, Ida Stover, Edith Norton, Enstice McCormick, Rosa Warden, Veneda Tazell, Vina Clenn, Ida and Ada Jenkins, Lena Cottman, Ruth Kelly, Delia Harold, Nettie Clark, Susie Montgomery, Lena Lappell, Maggie Burget, Lena Lawson, M. Greelun, Lotta Dillard, Fannie Amos, Mana Meeley, Lena Harold, Willie Hall, Elma Bly, Kate Stearcy, May Adams, Minnie Meeley, Sue Meeley, Lena Otto, Mattie and Mary Ramsey.
The march was taken up in the following
order to the Trinity cemetery at eleven o'clock, under Colonel W. D. Wylie and Col- onel Ewing, grand marshals of the day:
Band of music.
Ex-Confederate soldiers.
G. H. Thomas Post and ex-Federal soldiers.
Float with thirty-eight young ladies repre- senting an unbroken Union of thirty-eight States, witlı baskets of flowers.
Military organizations of the city.
Civie societies.
Carriages with city and county officers. Carriages with citizens.
A salute was fired by Battery Crawford over the grave of Colonel L. M. Lewis, who fought in the Confederate cause, and also over the grave of Captain White, who fought on the Federal side. The other cemeteries were visited and the graves garlanded.
After services at the cemeteries and gar- landing the graves of the dead, memorial services are being held at the City Park pa- vilion. A large erowd was present.
The memorial address was delivered by Colonel W. D. Wylie, past department com- mander department of Texas, G. A. R.
COLONEL WYLIE'S ADDRESS.
"To-day we meet again to pay a loving tribute to those of our comrades in arms, who, nearly a quarter of a century ago, marched side by side with us in the vigor of youth and young and patriotic manhood, and who, at the bugle eall of the great Creator, have answered the roll call above, and to-day we all realize that the number of comrades who remain are growing smaller day by day. Our
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heads are growing gray, and many of our comrades are growing feeble from age and exposure on the field of battle, while battling for the great principles of American liberty. As it will not be but a few years when there will be but two old soldiers-one who wore the blue and one who wore the gray-march- ing with sad and feeble steps to the cities of the dead on this sacred day, strewing the rose and the lily over the last one of their departed comrades, we of to-day cannot but realize that it is within ourselves to foster and keep green the memory of our heroic dead. As we grow old we fully realize that the heroism of the past in the early history of the Government almost looks mythical to us, but to-day we are building, by our devo- tion to the memory of our comrades, a monn- ment that will last for ages in the hearts of future generations, who will look back with pride and shower blessings on their fore- fathers, who crowned themselves with a dia- dem of heroic deeds. Gone, but not forgot- ten; faded from view, but set like priceless jewels in the coronet of memory.
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