The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1866-11-15
From tie Metropolitan Record.
mo Monuments


S57lst.s: From he MetrOpOlitan Record.
-. mo Monuments"
sss.So monuments intended to commemorate the
rebellion, will be permittedto 20 be erected" etc.
BY order Maj Gen. P. a. Sheridan.
Brave old ireland how it strikes home
: to the hearts of those who regard thee
with filial love as their mother country,
to find names illustrious in thy annals
ever associated with unworthy deeds.
aNo monuments permitted" O, cavalry
Sheridan? Why did you not remember
the land of your fathers ere you profaned
the name. You bear, by signing that order
makingswar upon the noble deady Be-
fore entering on your unequal struggle
witk the esprit that seeks to glorify the
rebellion" why did you not through some
good Yankee mediam call up the unquict
ghostssof all the despots, the Plantage-
nets, the Lancasters, the Yorks, the Tu-
dors; the Stuarts, the Brunswicks, and,
more brutal than all, the Republican
Cromwell no for seven centuries have
been trying To- deal with the same sspirit"
that: thanE God sti lives in desoiated,
Impoverished Erin Have you no fami-
ly traditions of rebels in whom you glory2
0rIdo you, perehance,. boast that your
kindred were loyal Irish, sof that class
which Tom Moore denounced as sthat
msaaest Ellington ;antiIrish Irshmatl Z"
D;dyou never hear from q fathers lips
the sSory@of those countless sonssof Erin
whom sino monument" commentaries,
but to whose memory altars are erected
in millions Of hearts that glory in offer
inetoit the reverential homage conquerors
never receive-the worshipping love due
to those who to the title of hero add the
more sacred one Of martyr. Have you
never fingered beside dear mother, hour
tFIhour, listening with brcathless interest
to old legends, heard in her childhood
when, with an eager little band, she sat
by an Irish freside and brought in her
faithfill memory tosthe new world to de-
lighta and instruct her,children in turn,
inspire them with glowing, love for the
dear old iand-more dear for its wrongs
and sufferings, for that the royal diadem
That once encircied It's brow is replaced
by the crown of thorns Did you never
bend. with 5glistening eye and throbbing
brow; over: Emmet's. last speech, and feel,
while. every nerve was quiHeripg, that no
monument could "commemorate" his re-
bellion like his proud requestto the world
forssthe charity of its silence I" the lofty
spirit whose. fire and hope not all the ty-
rants power could qucnch, bursting forth
in the impassioned appeal: 9" Let my
tomb remain uninscribcd until other times
and other men can do justice to my. char
aeter. when my country takes herplace
among the nations of the earth, then, and
not till then, let my epitaph be written"
And though,a a hundred monuments bore
aloft the name and image Of the young
lslartyr-hero, how tame the feelings they
couldinspire compared with those aroused
when some sssad exile of Erin, with the
tremulous tones and earnest pathos of a
full heart, chants the simple lament tor
the uneommemorated
o breathenot his name let it sleep in the shade,
Where cold anduuhonored his relics are laid
Sad, silent and dark be the tears that we shed,
AS the night dew that falls on thegrass Ger his
head.
1.-THE night dew that falls, though in silence it
Will Brighten with verdure the grave where he
sleeps,
And the tear that we shed though in secret it rolls
Willl6ng keephis memory green ln7eur souls. :"
4sNo monuments to commemorate the
late rebellion p All! it needs none.
What monument, though lofty as st. Pc
ter's dome and imperishable as the Pyra-
mids, could worthily commemorate that
rebellion? Nor, although dcspotism will
hold commanders "strictly responsible for
the faithful execution of this order" will
the rebellion cease to be commemorated.
You may crush the fairy germs of what
you call returning loyalty y it is but a
little plant, hardy by nature, feeble from
continual ill-usage, striving patiently to
root itself in narrow cleft of the way
sideerock; the sun pours his seorching
rays full upon it, cold winds chill and
fierce tempests PROSTATE it; meekly il
bears the pitiless storm, bravely it lifts its
head when Elull ensnes; it is starting
again, into more vigorous growth, when
alas careless footstep brushes it rude
ly,aside. Again the sturdy little thing
ESSAYS to root itself more firmly in its
doubtful place of refuge, a poor shelter al
best, offering little protection and no fos
tering care. .
Yet it thrives, and begins to think o.
sending out little rootlets in a bolder ven
tnre for life-when 10! herd of cattle
grazing by mast needs go out Of theil
wav to torment it; some snatch rudely
Of ;ts fairest leaves. others crush it against
The hard rock with their cruel boots
Surely:it cannot survive this attack lt'
stalkis bruised and bent, its leaves wilt
titles there helpless, prostrate, perish
ingthing. But no thereof is yet SOUND
afriendly shower revives it again tht