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Show DECORATION DAY. Yesterday this solemn festival was held in Provo. Loving and pious hands piled the beautiful flowers high above the graveB of the lost loved oe8 in the beautiful cemetery. They inarched to the strains of low, sweet music, frcm the live, bustling city of business to the eilent city of the dead. There was a softer and gentler light in each eye than is uenally found there. The bitterness existing usually between be-tween men were for the.nonce forgotten forgot-ten or laia aeide and each vied with the-other in performing the beautiful offices for the dead. It is no bad thing that once a year these feelings are laid by and the hearts of men are open to an earnest and honest eympatby for others' sorrows. While lovingly decorating dec-orating the giaves of the dead soldiers who reDOBe there, the graves of otherB were not neglected, but loving hands scattered spring's regal offerings upon the graves of men whose triumphs were not won on the field of battle, but ' vchn had r.arved out a dace in the memories of the people by their civic virtues real heroes of progrees were they who came into the unknown mountains of Utah fifty or Bixty years since, and here planted roof-trees, which are green and flourishing today. Their loving descendants today do weil to gather at their place of eternal repose re-pose and recall their heroism and their virtueB and resolve neyer to forget them, and promise to imitate them as nearly as may be. It is well for the children of the dead heroes of the late war to meet one day In each year to recall the glories of the men who went to the south and there battled for four years tor the union which constitutes today the hope and the safe-guard of liberty in America. The graves of the soldiers are few, it is true; but few or many, the immortal services they rendered humanity ought never to grow dim in the memories mem-ories of their surviyors. It is a festival in which the gray-bearded old frontiersman, the delicate lady, the lovely children and the braye busy worker of to day, may all join with equal enthusiasm. We are too apt, in this busy life we are living, to forget the services and tbe sacrifices of others, especially the dead. This festival fes-tival of.flowers-DecorationDay-is most admirably designed to recall these obli gatlons and to keep alive interest in the loved and the lost. In a few years more the Provo cemetery will be a maes of lovely shade and beautiful flowers more fitting resting place tor tne urea workers who have laid down to sleep. Thus the duty of religiously caring for the city of the dead becomes plainer, and may we not see during the sum mer now opening up, vast improvements made. Let all those who have dead friends resting in the cemetery, do something to make the place more beautiful more attractive to strangers and the children who are growing up here teach them to copy the virtues of the dead whose place of silent Bepulture is thus honored. It seems to us thai there is no ona thing that we do which is more worthy to be done than this yearly testimony to the memory of the dead. The presence in the procession yesterday yester-day of the societies, social, benevolent etc.together with the firemen, the mili tary, and others, was a beautiful feature and added much to the impiessiveness of the scene. Indeed was the exhibition exhibi-tion a credit to Provo. It spoke volumes vol-umes in praise of the inhabitants, of all classes and all ranks. So long as thie admirable spirit obtains we may haye full confidence in the magnificent future fu-ture of the city and of the territory. |