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blasts of winter’s snows. I_ have no reason to think that the pioneer life at Braden-ell was any less try-

ing. We do not appreciate our glor— ious heritage, The country’s

growth has been so gradual. each epoch of history falling into line that we fail to mark its successive stages. During the last hundred years continents have been belted with railroads; seas have been whitened with the sails of com— merce, and ploughed into foam with ocean greyhounds; the at— mosphere has been made a Whis— pering gallery, first by the tele- graph, and a talking gallery. sec— ond by the telephone; timber-ed forests and sodiden prairies have been made to yield their fruit and} to blossom like the rose; cities have been illuminated and made to throb with electric dynamos; schools, colleges and universities have dotted cities, hamlets and Vill- ages; churches have raised their spires heavenward' in city and country and cross-road. But the glory of our age cannot be attribut- ed to the present generation. All the- forces operating upon and all the [factors entering into civiliza- , tion from the beginning of history, have helped to make us what we are. You have here a beautiful en- chanting and parOSperou-s Island, (a 'more beautiful spot than which my eye hath never seen), but the credit is not all your own. Upon the shoulders of no generation should the charplets of praise res-t; more abundantly, than the one to which the heroes sleeping here be- long. What was the secret of their success! It was their sturdy man- hood, persistent industry, and in- dominitiable courage, their sterling morals, faith in God, and alleg- iance to Jesus Christ.

If you would build “stately man- 'sions” upon the broad and deep foundations laid by them, the God of nations must be your God, the Christ of history must be your ”Christ, and the principles which}

characterize his life must mould and shape and fashion your lives. You have today erected. a monu- ment of stone to the memory of your noble dead, and in doing this you have acted well your part. But let me urge you to erect a monu- ment of character more beauti- full and enduring than Pari‘an marble, worthy of your noble lives and" of yourselves.

Look to your ancestors, strain you eyes, prick your cars, they are coming from the realm of shade, they are calling to you and as they rise catch the mantle they fling to you and be its yours like them to do and die.

In the world’s broad. field of battle ‘ Fin the bivouac of life, .

Be not like dumb driven cattle, Be a hero in the strife.

Trust no future however pleasant, Let the dead past bury its dead,

Act, act in the living present, Heart within and God o’er head.

LiVes of great men all remind us, We can make our live-s sublime,

And departing leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

The honor of those you celebrate today is safe. 60 deeply has. their memory been engraved" upon the ‘ heart of the present generation, that until the heart shall cease to beat that memory can never die.

So live that when the last call shall come to you, although there be for you no niche of fame in the academy of the immortals, in no conspicuous place in classic story, “your name being fraught with a fragrant charm,” may sweeten and gladden the lives of those that come after you, like: unto the sun- shine that fallet-h after showers.

MR. S'C‘RJDMGEOUR’IS ADDRESS

«Mr. John G. ‘Scrimgeoutr of Car- digan after referring- in app-rop- riat-e terms to the significance of the occasion, dealt with the causes which led to the coming of the