The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1866-07-06


"We remember our fallen heroes. I"
Confederate dead"
''To our heroic dead"
eve mourn
t'The Second South Carolina Cav
airy mourns its Lieutenant Colonel.
He was gentle, yet SO brave"
"They lost the fight, but lost it
without shame"
"All crimson stains we're on their
breasts, not cheeks"
Bring flowers, pale flowers, DER the bier
to shed,
4 A crown for the brow Of the early dead,
Though they united in vain for what was
once ours;
They are lvves last gifts-bring ye flowers,
pale flowers
'Stoop hither, angels, from the skies,
There is no holier spot of ground,
Than where defeated valor lies,
BY mourning beauty crowned"
.'Twine garland for the grave
or the noble and the brave;
And h their names in glory grave,
Who have died for us
''They have crossed the river to
rest under the shade of the trees
After the large assembly had sur
rounded the temple, the exercises
were opened by the Rev. VIM. Mar
tin in fervent and very appropriate
prayer. The Rev. W. E. Boggs, for
merly with the army in Virginia, de-
hvered an eloquent address, which
was listened to with marked atten-
ton. He spoke in the highest terms
OF the endurance, patience and forti.
tude of the men who composed the
Confederate army, and gave as illus
trations of the various qualities and
graces which adorned the characters
generally Of these boys Of the grey
jacket, several touching anecdotes,
which brought tears to the eyes of
many in the audience. He dwelt
upon the humility, humanity, patience,
endurance and morality he had wit
messed during his connection with
the army and in discharging the
duties of his Office among his COM
rades We regret very much that
we were unable to obtain full report,
or even sketch, of this excellent ad-
dress.
After MIR. Boggs had closed, Col.
F. W. McMaster proceeded to address
the audience as follows:
When one of the great generals of
antiquity, after welding the power of
mighty republic for years, in the
vicissitude of fortune, became an
outcas. and wanderer on the face of
the earth, sought refuge from the
persecution of his enemies on the
coast of Africa, Sextilius, the Roman
Governor of the Province, sent a
messenger forbidding him to set foot
on the soil. Thus repelled, this great
general, whose command legions once
obeyed, and at whose frown Rome
trembled, now the victim of rnisfor-
tune, disconsolate and broken spirit
ed, replied to the messenger: "Go
and tell Sextilius thou hast seen the
exiled Marius sitting on the ruins of
Carthage. History records no sub
liner expression of the INCONSISTENCY
of fortune, and mono more calculated
to excite the pity of the one to whom
it was addressed.
To-day, ladies of the Memorial
Association, with grief akin to that of
the unfortunate Roman general, you
assemble to mourn over cause much
more sacred, and to cast funeral
wreaths upon the humble graves of
the soldiers who died to sustain that
cause. You assemble in no spirit Of
recrimination, with no bitterness or
rancor, to complain of wrongs you
may have sustained; but dictated by
motives of pity, love and devotion,
to lament for the Confederate dead
as friends and kindred, as country
men, as parents, as republicans, as
representatives of the heroes of '76,
whom We have been taught from
childhood to revere. You, ladies, are
assembled to revive the memory Of
the past-to pay homage to soldiers
who fought for you long and well;
and IN your poverty to strew roses on
the clayey mounds which cover their
mouldering forms, instead of erecting
the marble shaft to blazen their deeds
OF heroism. In honoring them, you
40 honor to yourselves by displaying
the noblest attributes of nature; for
What is life worth without heart to feel
Inc great and lovely, and the poetry
And sacredness Of things?'
The deeds OF good men live after
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