The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1866-04-20
Walker. Clack and Barber.

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Barber were called upon to pay the last sad
tribute to his memory. His remains were
brought from Georgia for interment in the
cemetery at this plae'. In referring to
Major Barber. our minds naturally recur TO
his cOmpeers of the same regiment. Coils.
Walker and Clack, and Maj. Barber form
trio in the gallant and famous Sd Tennessee
Regiment of Infantry, not surpassed by any
in the Confederate service. These gallant
officers, all from the county of Giles and
State of Tennessee. fell from wounds receiv-
ed in battle; they were each struch in the
lead, and now fill soldiers grave.
Major Barber fell on the 18th day of May,
1864, at Resacca, Georgia.
Col. Walker fell the 22d day of June,
1864, near Marietta, Georgia.
Col. Clack fell the 31st day of August,
1864, near Jonesboro, Georgia.
They were men of no ordinary claim upon
the favorable consideration of the public.
They attained by their prowess in arms and
high moral status, a character established
and deep seated in the mind and bosom of
every one who knew them. Their impress
sions for good, and the purposes formed in
their lives, were exhibited in all that marked
their course. The consciousness of right,
and fxedness of aim were shown along and
about their pathway through life. And
these must tell upon the destiny which
awaits them in the estimate formed and to
be established from the career, which, to
some extent, is to be yet developed to the
public mind It is like incense, ascending
as a holocaust to heaven, and leaving an
inefaceable SAVIOR upon their lives and
characters. They are linked with the re-
miniscences of former days, which, with
each one, call back upon the memory with
the deepest interest, claiming the mind and
heart to the recollection of scenes, with
many, controlling in their force, not easy
nor desirable to be obliterated. They are
associated in this community with the re-
miniscences of home and loved ones, who
cluster about that hearthstone hallowed in
memory and rendered sacred by thousand
ties. They, too, are connected with scenes
which link our hearts and minds to those
deepest recesses Of the soul-scenes wove
with ball and bayonet, where they each by
their valor won chaplets prouder than ever
decked Roman brow; for they were with
sentiments of hallowed monition, and amid
circumstances of the mightiest import, for
principles of the dearest impression, and
from association Of the deepest reflection.
These are recorded in the deep bosom OF
heaven, and are connected with the dearest
social relations, and the most momentous
public interest-and sealed with the life's
blood of each.
They have each paid the last, sad tribute
to their sense of right. With them all Of
life is over. They will no more join the
pleasing association of those they loved SO
well; no more to hear the midnight tread Of
he sentinel, while the chill blasts of even
ing beat roughly about them; no more to
hear the bugle peals rollE through the
camps, as it called to deadly conflict, while
they march with strong arms and 49,
hearts in the onset of thousands rulshans !
battle; no more in death -grapple to Shear tn
roar Of artillery and the flying mJssils pass
ing as swift messengez death to thei
brave comrades; u to listen to the re
quinn of ttegdead, as with muffled tread ;
'6Tay6 companion has been consigned to
soldiers grave. With the cold, withe rine
to,oL = 6 ~ :, -,o1 ~ JootL r,Iooo5 49,, A.
hearts, their life's blood has ebbed its last
They fell among strangers, and had thei
burial far away from home, wrapped in thu
folds of their own blood-stained banners
Some have and others may be brought t.
the tender realization of saddened hearts o
friends about their homes, and of days 0
early joys-brought to lay down among
friends, and sleep where the heightened
shades ofevening stretch over the graves o
loved ones,
OF some we have reason to believe tina
as lone ray of hope Pickering above thei
moral horison and beaming from a coYenan
sealed in blood, they could look from tn,
crimson field upon which they fell, anc
catch glimpse of the reward on high
They drew their consolation from that Foun
tain of hope revealed to them in the word Q
inspiration. This was to them the onl,
lamp of life-a beam from the throne O
Coda blaze from the chandelier of heaven
They drew their bright anticipations from
the purest spring of hope, which tells o
waiting blessedness, and whence spring u
in the soul those comforting assurances O
future ioy-the full fruition of blessednest
in the haven of eternal rest. Would haC
time and opportunity to write more.
GAsPARD.
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