The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1866-11-01

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in living letters, high on Heavens bright
and eternal Roll of Honor. w W
All who fell are enshrined in some low
ing hearts; tender and fearful memories
cluster around their graves, and in the
prayers of widows and orphans, which
ascend daily to the Throne of Grace from
many bereaved household, are they still
fondly remembered. The country tor
which they died has no recognized exis-
tence amongst the nations of the earth ;
the nationality they fought to establish is 8
blotted out, and in their graves lie buried
our dearest hopes. We hoped to see the
South strong and exultant young, na-
ton, emerging from the conflict which
gave her birth, crowned with glory,
proudly taking her place among the en-
pires Of the world, rewardiDg with lavish
hand her living, while she reverentiy
mourned her dead heroes. But it has
pleased God to dissipate these cherished
hopes; to dispel this bright illusion, and
she stands to-day discrowned Queen,
outraged, insulted, despoiled; her richest q
Jewels trampled in the mire, her "ehll-
dren desolate because the enemy prevail
ed" The touching lamentation OF the
inspired Prophet, as he .bewailed the de-
parted glory of. his beloved city, gives q
mournf1l and truthful picture of the con-
dition of our country. |sThe Lord hath
trodden under foot all my mighty men in
the midst of me; he hath called an as
sembly against me to crush my young
men. Zion spreadeth forth her hands,
and there is none to comfort her; abroad
the sword bereaveth, at home there il is
death. The elders of the daughter Of III
on sit upon the ground and keep silence
the virgins of Jerusalem hang down their
heads to the ground. Our inheritance is
turned to strangers, our houses to aliens.
We have given the hand to the Egyp-
tians and to the Assyrians, to be satisfied
with bread. Servants have ruled over
us; there is none that doth deliver Us out OF
their hand" These sad words seem to
the Southern heart to foretell the fate OF
the South, and on every side we see the
literal fulflment of the terrible doom.
In this condition of our country, when
she can neither extend aid to her suffer-
ing children, or pay honor to her dead, it
is eminently proper that personal aftec-
tion and private charity should assume
the duties which public generosity can
not discharge. Let our whole people
constitute themselves a great benevolent
society, to relieve the INDECENT, to feed
the hungry, to clothe the naked, to edu-
cate the ignorant, to help the orphans, to
comfort the widow, and to pay eyery
tribute of respect to our
Who for faith and for freedom,
Lay slaughtered in vain"
In this, as in every other good work,
the women of the South have taken. the
lead. From Virginia to Texas, actuated
by one common inspiration of devotion
and gratitude, they are cheering, com
forting, consoling the living, while, with
pious hearts and tender hands, they are
collecting the hallowed dust of their fall
len kindred, preserving their ashes from
desecration, and honoring their memory.
When the storm of war burst in all it's
wild fury over orr desolated land, they
sent their husbands, their sons, their
brothers to battle, with smiling faces, it is
true, but with breaking hearts. In doing
this, they gave as much to our cause, and
exhibited as true heroism, as did the
bravest soldier whose sword. ever flashed
in the front OF battle. u. -
s'The maid who binds her warriors sash,
And smiling, all her pain dssembles, 'r
The while beneath the dropping lash -a
One starry tear-drop hangs and trembles,-.
Though Heaven alone record the tear,
And Fame shall never know her story,
Her heart has shed drop as dear '"i,,t
AS ever dewed the fields of glory.
The wife who girds her husbands sword,
Mid little ones who weep and wonder,
And brayely speaks the cheering word,
What though her heart be rent asunder; 49,.
Doomed nightly in her dreams to hear
The bolts Of war around him rattle,
Has shed as sacred blood as e'er
Was poured upon the plains Of battle. ra
The mother who conceals her grief,
While to her heart her son she presses, rs
Then breathes few brave words and brief,
kissing the patriot now she blesses
With no one but her secret God,
To know the pain that weighs upon her,
Sheds holy blood, as e'r the sod s-T'e.
Received on freedoms field of honor" =
Thus did the women of the South,
maid, wife, mother-all gave to their
country the dearest objects .of their affec-
tions, and only those who have seen some
being arouno whom clustered the fondest
hopes, the brightest anticipations; the
dearest affections, struck down by the
cruel hand of war, in all the flush of his
radiant beauty, in the dawn of a noble
manhood, in the vigor OF his strength, and
in the pride of his glorious courage, can
tell how much harder it is to do this, than
to face danger in any shape. All these