Oh, tell me not that they are dead--that generous host, that
airy army of invisible heroes! They hover as a cloud of
witnesses above this nation. Are they dead that yet speak louder
than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they
dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society,
and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic
patriotism? Every mountain and hill shall have its treasured
name, every river shall keep some solemn title, every valley
and every lake shall cherish its honored register; and, till
the mountains are worn out, and the rivers forget to flow, till
the clouds are weary of replenishing springs, and the springs
forget to gush, and the rills to sing, shall their names be
kept fresh with reverent honors which are inscribed upon the
book of national remembrance.--HENRY WARD BEECHER,
_Evangelical Messenger_.
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=Dead, Number of the=--See CEMETERY, THE EARTH AS A.