—_—— aeme @& Henry Ward Beecher said of them, “0 tell me not that they are dead—that generous host, that airy army of invisible They hover as a cloud of witness about this nation. heroes! Are they dead that speak louder: than we can speak, and a Are Are they dead that yet: act? more universal language? they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism ?—their names (shall) be kept in reverent honor which are inscribed upon the book of national remembrance!” Remember Those Left Behind for a single moment the mothers, Nor dare we forget wives, sweethearts and children who suffered and sacrificed much. To those who had little to do with bringing on wars that brought them so much suffering and sorrow. A few lines from the poem “Killed at the Ford,” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,” is sufficient: And I saw a vision how far and fleet That fatal bullet went speeding forth Till it reached the town in the distant north, Till it reached a house in a sunny street, Till it reacheda heart that ceased to beat Without a murmur, without a cry; And a bell was tolled in that far off town For one who had passed from cross to crown, And the neighbors wondered why she should die. God rest the souls of those whose hearts were broken just as completely as the bodies of the ones they loved.