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Show Dally, hundreds of nun nines trnvel eastward, westward, on that brand scenic road, Wllshlro boulevard, sa a writer In the Los Angeles Times. Seldom are the occupants of automobiles auto-mobiles In mood serious enough to turn Into the quiet lane situated nt the eastern "ltranco to the Soldiers' home near Saw tulle. This lane Is shaded and vulnnced by pepper trees, wli.cli shed their red berry-bloom like a benediction bene-diction upon the bier which dully passes beneath them. Six thousand times n caisson, to the accompanying soft music of a soldier's requiem, has carried a soldier to his last testing plate. They ride through an nlsle of trees wrapped In tht ling of the Union for which they fought; and, ptissin,1 beneath be-neath the nrch are silently saluted Sy the white marble band marking nch grave with name, company,, rank and a-;e. As the body Is lowered Into mother 5r:h, the silence Is rout, by saluting runs held ln comrades' .bunds, en-weblwl en-weblwl by the encroaching years. Then conies taps In the high, cleur notes of tho bugle, high und clear as when the bugler fought In the Battle of the Wilderness. I seemed to henr, when I looked around upon these thousands of soldiers' sol-diers' graves, the tramp of inarching feet. The tump-l-tum-tump. The cull to arms. Then tho flag, silhouetted clear gainst the vivid blue sky, rose nnd softly fell In the breeze, as though to say: They abide with me. The soldiers of the battles of Antle-tnm, Antle-tnm, of Sblloh, of Harper's Terry; with Grant nt Vlcksburg; with Sheridan Sheri-dan In the Shennitdouh valley; the Army of tho Potomac, and of tlmr great battle of Gettysburg (tho turning turn-ing point of the wnr,) share their bivouacs with riders of the frontier during Indian days nnd veterans of the Spanish wnr, they all lie, facing tho east, upon that beautiful slope, waiting wait-ing the final call to arms. Their funerals aro unassuming; their tributes trib-utes pitifully few. iMi&&b'tigk'$& |