Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1868-05-01
From the Louisville Courier,
Burial Of General John H. GIorgan.
In oil the land of the cantiva thnra 10 7,

the LOulSF1lle courier.
Burial of General John H GIorgan.
In all the land of the captive there is no
spot more sacred than the cemetry which
upon the James, which runs toward the sea
to mingle its waters and its glories with
those OF the Potomac. On the banks of
these two rivers there lived the noblest of
sheir race By their gargiing waters there
now sleep better men than those who live
In that hallowed ground heroes rest, who
saw the sp]endor of the Wilderness, and
who escaped the honorable misfortune of
the Appomattox. The trees were assuming
their new livery the grass was growing, q
few flowers were struggling to add their
beauty to the holy scene, and, while spring
was leaping from the lap of winter, all that
remained of the most attractive tenant of
Hollywood was taken from its noble So
ciesy to be returned to the State that bore
him. If Virginians regret to see such
superb monument removed from the Holy
City, let them receive consolation from the
reflection that there are still sleeping there,
in silent graves, heroes sufficient to fill the
history of twenty nations with examples
which ere long may urge the captives to
break the chains that bind them and strike
once more for freedom.
AS the solemn cortege moves to-day be-
meath the shadow of Clay's monument, and
by the grave where Hanson sleeps, bearing
the dead body of the knightliest horseman
who ever drew sword to guard his own and
his country's honor, Drawer than all men
more generous than brave-more merciful
than generous-followed by men who
had often before followed him where
danger was-curious thoughts will arise
in the mind of Kentuckians there
Lio4H h.
nature with every grace to adorn
bis person, with the power to charm
alike manhood and beauty-no rank
too high, no society too refined, no place
in which he would not have been an orna-
ment-why was this man killed ? Were
there Kentuckians who guided foreign
regiments across the State to pillage Vir-
ginia, and to murder Hanson, Sidney John
son, and Morgan ? Perhaps it is well they
are dead but remember there was no price
upon their sword. High rank did not al
lure their virtue, nor did brides win their
arms to enslave their State Army COM
missions covering foreign scheme to pill
lage their own people, were spurned as
gentlemen spurn dishonor. Better that
they had not lived to see the disgrace
of the country they loved and served so
we'll By the aid of Kentuck ians false
Kentucky The voice of eloquence is
softened into whine of complaint Zones
of defiance are hushed into whisper Of
cowardice. Timid men sit in high places
with too much selishness to al 7icate, and
too little courage to execute. With Joab's
friendship these timid men counsel those
who obeyed Johnson, Breckenridge, Buck
ner, Hanson, and Morgan, to confess that
they are ashamed of the flag they followed.
Ashamed of what The fact of defeat and
humiiiating conquest is admitted. But
ashamed of what Ashamed that we re-
fused to act with dishonor Refused to
aid foreigners to conquer our own people
Ashamed because brides could not allure
nor danger intimidate !? Never never
never ! Never, by the glories of Stonewall
jackson and of Lee never, by the grand
and picturesque death of Sidney johnson !;
never, by the ashes of Hanson and Of Nor
gan never, by the untarnished sword of
Breckenridge will we confess that we are
ashamed of the flag we followed
Let the cOrtege move on with its dust
The body was killed in war, but defy the
conqueror to suppress the name that rises
from the grave. Tradition will tell it, his
tory will perpeuate it. and song in sweetest
music will pour forth it's glory from the
lips of children, and in the feeble utteran-
ces of age. The knightly horseman will
be the first picture which the father will
paint for his boy, and the strongest exam
pie to urge manhood to honorable action.
Farewell, friend of youth, companion in
life, brave, generous, merciful comrade,
farewell Upon the turf that covers you
fair hands will strew inenaorteAes. Beauti-
full word, for it accords SO we'll with Nor
gan's name. I will go often to your grave:
and may feel your spirit there, and many
more will go with me. Farewell. Let
the cortege move on. The tears that flow
down the cheek from eyes not used to
weeping come from men who never wept
in battle. Let the brave soldiers weep
over their dead chieftain.
! Howard.