"Beneath the Arch of Triumph in laris burns by night and day a flame fire. Over the grave of the unhewn soldiers it blazes, Or at least did until recently, but even now, hose who pass do so with uncovered lead and unhurried step.
"At the threshold of Westminster {bbey, where lie the illustrious dead the British Empire, is the grave I the unknown solder of Britain. "And at Arlington we have ferred the unrecognized and uncognizable remains of the unknown idler of our own country.
"So on Memorial Day we lay our deaths on the graves of common en who gave their lives for the simmon good. In this generation, it not the personal glory of kings and won by the unheralded pcrifice of the common herd, that memorialized, but it is the courage d the sacrifice of the common Idier that secures our homage.' "Yes, we must honour our dead, "T have said that before. But how? all monuments, artistically carved ith rarest skill? cannot honour our piciiers as much as loyal patriotic pulses planted in the hearts of our ople by the record of their deeds: pulses, which, if properly nour-hed, will engender loyalty, patrio-em and love of the flag.
"That flag of the heroes who left us their glory, Borne through their battlefields, thunder and flame.
Blazoned in song and illumined in story, Wave ger us an who inherit their fame."
"The point is this, we best honour e memory of our fallen heroes by undation and the soul of cur de-crate institutions and remember at the very best memorial we can to our soldier dead is our firm Position to and resentment of anying and everything which would
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