The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1858-02-25
TIL L DISP A TCH.
THURSDAY MORNING ..@sEBRuARY Is. II.
The Monument.
The following melting appeal is from fair corre-

iron TIE Dlsp.rcH.1

FOR THE DISPATCH
One OF the many upon whom the glories of the
unveiled statue broks, stood for some time en-
tranced; and when l laid my head on my pillow
~ night, daguerreotyped my brain was so
pressed the beautiful image that il held mine eyes
waking for long while. and when gentle sleep
erept over me, methought myself amongst the
eea. multitude still gazing, aud above the noise
on men and boys, the mighty statue spoke:
With feelings Of paternal Affection. my children.
which sixty gears siumber have only strengthened,
! am with you presence now-the speaking
.nousnt oi mighty name; but of my self, only a
memory. But even in this form 1 scarce dare
trust myself to speak. for the last time that INV
Ups moved with warmth of feeling which smoke
IN melting tones, was cast then the iron entered
into my soul, for felt that it was work of greot
design and Skl1lfm cunping-aud tbongbt Too
with your connivance. Your Gratifying reeention
OF me has removed these thoughts. bnt instead
OF caim-a deep silenee--that should receive
you you WIN such ramf-us. open you such broad
Stte, requires an explanation which am not able
to give. am not used to turn my bnck upon INV
enemies though am forced to do so upon Won
But one idea seems to have influenced those who
put me here-a coPatet one, allow, but have set
my face against I'll have stGRdiRg objection to
it-I will not. cannot change without violating NV
nature, unless the very groHndsoork of the matter
be removed. L am made to assume the position of
a tai beaTer towards you,-by continuing me thus
you falsify my present design and desire. Iwouid
congratulate myself and you, that have been able
to serve my country by making great peace for it,
Now, can / be both tdiebearer and n peace mo-
ksrS Truth is mighty and simple dear children :
let me then be this mighty harmony, where, away
from the din and turmoil of the city, the dim
naockeries of space which here surround me, may
give back all the day the golden thoughts which /
catch from the sunbeams. There 10 a beautiful
square owned by you. / may call it the eastern
eyebrow of the city, SO commanding is its situa-
ton. favorite resort for the young and the old,
the young man and the maiden, where the first
beams fall Of the morning bright, where the last
rays rest of the closing gates of day Give me this
beautiful brow, there let me gladden. the earth
with the sunbeams. Let me insight the city, do
mesticate me. You can call it FeT'aoa, and let ms
Mount it. At any rate. those of you who are not
familiar with this beautiful spot. visit it at and
see what rich, magnificent amphi-theatre of Ma
ture lies spread out from it, overlooking as it does
the whole length of Main street, the city, the river
with its isles. rocks and bridges-the varying
fields and the distant forests. Visit it, pray you,
my children, before you say nay 10 all that harmo-
nizes with me nOw-freedom of air and country
tho glorious liberty of sunshine and scenery"
Now, dear readers, let me tell you little true
story, illustrative and apoogetic. Two little boys
were playing together; one of them was drawing
boys upon q slate. The other looked at them and
exclaimed, "Humph, such boys" The little
sketcher replied, quick as thought, "God didn't
make those boys, brother. | made them"