The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1866-11-15

cess. Itis living still Hedged in from
the needless or hostile, nurtured with the
least show of loving care, it might grow
to a noble tree, extending its welcome
shelter far and wide; but exposed and
uncared for, every moment may see IL IL
trampIed upon and crushed beyond ell
possibility of restoration. But "the spir-
s. which seeks to glorify" q righteous
cause. clinging to the living who ennoble
and the dead who sanctify it-that spirit
Immortal as the soul itself, born of the
free. uncomfortable will that acknowled-
oes but one Master-how vain the power
of man to tame it.
ssSeek to bend
| The chainless and unbidden wind,
Oppose the torrents headlong course,
And turn aside the whirlwind's force;
| But deem not that the mighty wind
l. Will cover before the blasts of hate,
| Or quail at dark and causeless i'll;
-ie For though all else be desolate,
| 1t stoops not from it's high estate
| A Marius mid the ruins still"
/ Strange. indeed, would it be if the
South, after giving to the page Of history
story unsurpassed, if equalled, in she
worlds annals-a record where the purest
patriotism, the noblest courage and the
most heroic endurance, the proudest at
tribute of man and woman's most win
ming excellence-all blend like the hues
of the rainbow to form an arch of glory
that will span the Southern sky while
time endures-if she were first to in
scribe the terrible story of a peoples de-
gradation to tell that she alone among
the many conquered nations was unwor-
thy of the noble blood freely poured out
in her defense, since at the bidding OF
authority she could meeSly hush her Ia
mentations and eulogies, and consent that
her graves-the dearest possessions re-
manning to her-should be neglected, and
the memories that cluster around them
forgotten. No! the South can never
cease to honor her glorious dead. Though
poverty-hardest OF: ,masters-may join
with government officials to forbid the
erection Of the memorials she yearns to
see pierce her sunny skies, telling to the
world her heroes glory and her gratitude,
yet the grandest, most enduring monu-
ment is theirs.
Humble may be the resting place OF
the Confederate soldier, unmarked his
lowly mound; but around it twine the
tenderest, proudest feelings of millions OF
true hearts. Thither comes his gallant
|comrade, no longer wearing the gray, but
treasuring- in his unconquered soul the
LOFTY pride and love of country that kept
him faithful through cold and hunger and
hardships, the heart that throbbed fear
less. and free beneath the ragged gray
Jacket; the noble matron who with Spar
tan frmness and christian gentlencss, has
given her first born and her youngest dar-
ling to their country; the gentle maiden
who has forced smiles to the trembling
lips that babe adieu to an honored father,
an idolized brother going forth to the
tented field; the loving bride whose holl-
est earthly affections were laid unshrink-
ingly, q worthy sacrifice, on her country's
altar; the little child proud in remember
ling its soldier-father, and instinctively
hushing its merry prattle at sight OF the
green hillock, to ask in softest tones II
this is soldiers grave Oh! while such
mourners bring the hearts own tributes,
what need has he of other memorial!
And what monument, though glistening
with marble and dazzling with gold, SO
beautiful and touching as.the floral deco
rations whole people unite to offer to
their departed heroes? Beautiful GUS
tom, honorable alike torthe living and the
dead.
Bright flowers, the ftest offering
At the tomb Of the brave and true.
The purest things from earth that spring,
Impearled with heavens dew.
+. Fair flowers ye hold within your cup,
The lavish gifts of Southern skies
Here yield your gathered sweetness up,
Here spread your rainbow dyes.
Wind fondy round the hallowed spot
Where childhood's sunny tresses wave,
:; And manhood weeps, and woman prays,
At the Congederate's grave.
Oh! those graves-those graves Well
may tyranny, though encased in steel,
triumphing insolently over tho living,
vaunting its resistless power, tremble at
thought of their silent, motionless ten
ants. Well it knows that
"Freedom hath arisen,
Oft from statesmen's strife,
Oft from battle flashes,
Oft from hero's life,
Oftenest from his ashes !"
-aNo monuments ~ Perhaps it is as
we'll, and the Confederate people gazing
on the uncommemorated graves of their
martys, may feel with the prophet bard
of young Ireland at the grave OF Wolfe
Tone
SIN Bedenstown churchyard thereis green grave,
| And freely around it let winters wind rave;
Far better they suit him-the rain and the gloom,
Till Ireland, nation, can build him tomb"
INTEGRITY.-Truth has all the advan-
tages of appearances, and many more ;