New Orleans daily crescent., 1866-10-29


hearts of those who regard thee with hial love as
their mother country, to find names illustrous IN
thy annals ever associated with unworthy DEEDS.
'Nomonuments permitted y, eaRalFy sheriaan!
Why did you not remember the land Of your
fathers ere you profaned the name you bear, BY
signing that order making war upon the noble
deadg Before entering on your unequal struSgle
with the sspirit that seeks to glorify the repei.
lion, y why did you not through some good YANKEE
medium call up the unquiet ghosts of all the des+
pots the Planfagenets, the Lancasters, the I erks
the Tudors, the Stnarts, the Bruins and more
brutal than all, the republican CromWell.-Wno
for seven centuries have been trying to deal with
the same ssspirit that, thank Godl still lives in
desolated, Impoverished Erin? Have you no |
family traditions of rebels in whom you glory
Or do you, perchanee, boast that yonr klndfea
were loyal Irish, of that class which Iom moore |
denounced as ttthat meanest thing--an anti.lr
Irishmanfn Did you never hear from fathers
lips the story of those countless sons OF Erin Whom
"no monument y oOmmemorafes, Duh 10
whose memory affairs are erected in mllllons
of hearts that glory in offering to it the reEeren-
tial homage eonquerors never reeelVe-tne Wor-
shipping love due to those who to the tte OF nero
add the more sacred one OF martyr. lave you
never fingered beside a dear mother, hour by
hour. listening with breathless interest to old
| legends, heard in her childhood when with an
eager little band she sat by an irish hreslde and
4 brought in her faithful memory to the new world
| to delight and instruct her children in turn, in
| spire them with glowing love for the dear old
land-more dear for its wrongs and sutterings, for
that the royal diadem that once eircled its brow
| is replaced by the crown Of thorns! Did you
never bend with glstening eye, and throbbing
| brow over Emmet's last speech, and feel, while
| every nerve was quivering, that no monument
could commemorate his rebellion like his proud
| request to the world for the charity OF its
silence2n the lofty spiritwhose fire and nope not
! ell the tyrant's power could quench, bursting
I forth in the impassoned appeal: "Let my tomb
remain uninscribed until other times and other
men can do justieeato my character. When my
tho nf
4 EARTH then and not till then, let my epitaph be
4 written.n And though hundred monuments
4 bore aloft the name and image Of the young mar
4 tyr-hero, how tame the feelings they could in
n spire compared with those aroused when some
stsad exile Of Erin, with the tremulous tones and
Il earnest pathos of full heart, chants the simple
il lament for the uncommemorated:
40 breathe not his name! let sleep in the shade
Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid; 5s%
SAD silent ana dark bs the the tears that we shed
All s a s dsw ass 5 @ e ss gfS snes
I ssF tSas S1s w xezs ss hoa dsfa Il
II VIII long keep his memory green in our souls
aNo monuments to commemorate the late re-
\ bellion !n Ahi it needs none. What monument
though lofty as St. Peters dome and imperishable
as the Pyramids, could worthily commemorate
that rebellion? Nor, although despotism will hole
commanders q strictly responsible for the faithful
execution Of this order, will the rebellion eeast
Ito be cummemorated. You may crush the fairy
germs of what you call returning loyalty;n it il
but @ lEGle plaIt5 laTuy teGDiet lrOI
continual illusage striving patiently to root tsel
ID narrow cleft of the Waysde rock; the SUI
pours his scorching rays full upon it, cold wind
!, chill and fierce tempests PROSTATE it; meekly
bears the pitiless Storm bravely it lifts its hea
when lulI ensues; it is starting again into NOR
II vigorous growth, when, alas a careless footstel
brushes it rudely aside. Again the sturdy littl
thing essays to root itself more firmly in its doubt
ful place Of refuge, poor shelter at best, offering
little protection and no fostering care.
e Yetit thrives, and begins to think of sendnI
J. ont little rootlets in q bolder venture for life
s when 10! a herd Of cattle grazing BY must need
Tudey at its fairest leaves others crush it agains
the hard rock with their cruel hoofs. Surely
cannot survive this attack its stalk is bruised an
BENT its leaves wilt; lies there helpless, pro
q strate, perishing thing. But no! the root is ye
/ sound; a friendly shower reyiVes it; again th
brave little plant puts forth its energies the stem
I thai had been growing so tall and vigorous,
broken hopelessly, but side shoots peep out, an
gGon budding leaflets tell of its perseverance an
j success It is living still Hedged in from th
needless or hostile, nurtured with the least shoy
of loving care. it might grow to noble tree, e1
tending its welcome shelter Tar and wide; but, ez
: posed and uleared for, eevery moment may see
frampled upon and crushed beyond all possibiiit
| of restoration. But /" the spirit which seeks 1
glorify'' righteous cause, clingtng to the livin
who enloble and the dead who sanctity it-tha
spirit immortal as the soul ITSELF born Of the fre
uncomfortable will that acknowledges but on
Master-how vain the power Of man to tame it.
Seek to bind
The ehainless and unbiddeI- wind,
Oppose The torreut's headlong course
! And turn aside the yhirlginds Vi, force
viii cover before the blasts Of hate,
O Or quail 1T dark and causeless I'LL
II stoopsnot from its high estate
Marius mid the ruins still
Strange. indeed, would it be if the South, afte
giving to the page of history story unsurpassed
f eqnaIed, in the worlds annals record wher
the purest patriotism, the noblest courage ant
the most heroic endurance, the proudest attribut
of man and Womans most winning excellence
all blend like the hues of the rainbow to form al
, arch of glory that will span the Southern SIX,
while time endures--if she were the first to in
scribe there the terrible story of a peoples de
1 gradation; to tell that she alone among the man,
! conquered nations was unworthy of the nobl
4 blood freely poured out in her defense, since
Y the bidding Of authority she could meekly husl
y her lamentations and eulogies, and consent tina
!, her grayes--the dearest possessions remaining t
,s her-should be neglected, and the memories tha
Is cluster around them forgotten. No the Sout
Il, can never cease to honor her glorious deat
Y Though poverty-7.hardest of masters-may ioi
/, with government officials to forbid the erection
"a the memorials she yearns to pierce her sum
skies, telling to the world her heroes glory al
H. her gratitude, yet the grandest, most endurir
y monument is theirs,
Humble NAV be the resting place of the Go
~ y, federate soldier, unmarked his owiy mound; b
s around it twine the tenderest, proudest feelings
Il millions of true hearts, Thither comes his gala
~ comrade no longer wearing the gray, but treasr
y ing in his unconquered soul the lofty pride a
- love Of country that kept him faithful throu
" ~ cold and hunger aud hardship the heart til
hs throbbed fearless and free beneath the ragg
Il, gray Jacket; the noblematron who with Spart
n, n frmness and christian gentleness, has Civ
a5 her first born and her youngest darling
oe their country; the gentle maiden who
forced smiles to the trembling lips that bade adj
IN to an honored father, an idolzed brother goi
forth to the tented field the loving bride who
as hottest earthly affections were laid unshrinkng
d worthy sacrifice, on her country's altar;
III the little child proud in remembering its soldi
III father aud instnetively hushing its merry prat
he at sight of the green hilock, to ask in soft
IA tones if this is soldiers grave. Oh while 81
re- mourners bring the hearts own tributes, w
,h9 need has he of other memorall And what mo
IA ment though glistening with marble and dazzl
ID with gold, SO beautiful and touching as the flo
ar. decorations whole people unite to offer to tf
nj departed heroes? Beautiful custom, honora
On alike to the living and the dead.
IN Bright flowers the fttegt Offering
III. At the tomb of the brave and true,
Wy The purest things from earth that spring,
IN Impearled with heavens dew,
- Fair aewers ye hold within your cup,
" Tho lsvish gifts of Southern skies
at Here yield your gathered sweetness up,
of Here spread sour rainbow dyes.
les Wind fondy round the halowed spot
ST. where chldhood's sunny tresses wave,
lid And manhood weeps, and woman prayB
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