The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1869-05-11
MEMORIAL DAY.

There was an exceedingly large gath rn'g
at Magnolia Cemetery yesterday, the apai' y
sary OF the death OF Stonewall Jackson, obserf-
ed In this city and throughout the South as
Memorial Day. From three P. NJ. until up to
the very moment of The beginning of the cere-
monies at half-past FIVE P. NJ, the trains OF the
| South Carolina and Northeastern Railroads,
Graham's line of omnibuses and private vehi-
cles emptied their passengers at the Fork OF
the Road, whilst hundreds trudged to the spot
on foot. The avenue leading to the grounds
VAS full Of conveyanses and pedestrians. the
ladies generally carrying their tokens, in
wreaths OF evergreen and artificial and real
flowers.
| The moss-covered voluntary contribution
boxes, at the junction Of the roads inside the
enclosure Of the cemetery, received offerings
from nearly every person who went in. we'll
| known colored man drove his carriage up to
the gate, pulled off his hat, walked reverentiy
to the boxes and put in his contribution, and
as respectfully retired.
THE BURIAL GROUND
Had been put in excellent order, and with the
neat row Of white marble headstones oi uni
form size, set in hedge Of orange and cacina,
presented beautiful appearance. On the
north side Of the hedge platform was erect
cd, ON which was reading desk. The whole
dais was covered with moss, crowned with ar
lands of laurel. Inside Of the burial ground
the flowers and wreaths were gathered to-
gether, while outside numerous ladies bore
crosses, wreaths and noticed tokens on their
arms.
At the appointed hour, the venerable John
Bachman, D. D., who arrived some time pre-
vious, arose and said that the ceremonies
would begin with the reading Of touching
ode, from the pedkof the gifted and lamented
Henry Timrod, which he composed for pre-
vious celebration Of the association. The first
line. ',sleep sgeetly in your humble grave"
will recall to mind the one referred to. DR..
Bachman had read but the first stanza, whom
he found that he was unable to continue on
account of falling SIGHT. By request OF the
ladies' OF the association, MIR. F. W. Miller, Of
The NEWS. took the doctors place and conclu-
ded he reading Of the ode, which was then
sung by an impromptu choir, consisting Of the
board, the scholars Of the widows home. and
several gentlemen present. At the conclusion
of tie singing, DR.. Bachman offered the follow
ing appropriate
PRAYER.
Almighty and Everlasting God, the wise Creator,
the Benevolent Beneactor, and the never-faling
friend of all the children of meu, Thou rulest in the
Heavens above and on the earth beneath, Thou art
acquainted with all the actions Of our lives and the
motives bY which we are actuated. We beseech
Thee to direct in all our thoughts and acts this
solemn occasion. We pray that we may be tnfiu-
euced by the spirit of our blessed Master, who SYM
pathzed with the mourner and wept at the grave OF
friend We thank Thee tha. Thou hast implanted
In our souls the love Of country. and hast honored
those who fought for their liberties, their FIRE
sides and their homes, and that hou hast
not denied Us the mournful privilege Of shedding
tears of sorrow over the graves Of the teroic dead
and OF raising monuments to their virtues and
worth. Forgive us. OF God. II aught in our con.
duct this day, should evidence our discomfort with
the DEGREES Of Providence. or cause murnur to
escape our lips at the dlsapponments and the sor.
rows which We have experienced. Whilst we mourn
over our sad losses. may use the language OF sub
mission, ''Not our WILL OF God. ut Thine be done"
Whilst we emoam In our memories, and engrave
upon our hearts, the virtues OF our loved and depart
ed ones who have fallen In the defeucs Of our hber
ties may we look up to our Heavenly Father, and
beseech him. through Jesus Christ our Saviour, to
enable us to bear these losses with submission, trust
and hope.
And almighty Father whilst we this day place
garlands upon the monuments of the fallen heroes,
may We honor their memories by attending to the
wants of the surviving widows and orphans. Enable
ue to find homes and the means OF educat on for
those whom they have left to the cold worlds chart
ties.
Teach US, o Lord, lessons Of forgiveness toward
those who were our enemies. Redress our wrongs
and help us to extend the hand Of charity and mer
cy. Save US from tho oppressor. Restore to rs our
lost liberties. Grant unto US fruitful seasons and
give rs again prosperity and peace. And when, In
half aolrl
ing nations from the dead. may we be permitted to
meet our lovsd ones in 4 land where wars shsn be
At an end and peace, and love. and harmony shall
eyermore abound. Through Christ our Lord, Amen.
During the singing Of the following ode,
written for the occasion by Mrs. E. B. Chses-
borough, the graves were strewn with the
garlsnds:
ODE, COMPOSED FOR THE OCCASION By MISS z. B.
CHEEsBoRoUaH
Not with golden banners flying,
Not with martial pomp and pride,
Come we here TO weave bright chaplets,
For the loved who bled and died;
There Is q softer music sighing
There Is . sadder UNDERGONE,
As we wave Loves holy censer
Der the dead We cali our own.
Our own, for US they battled,
They climbed Wars crimson slope,
Then dled-iied In the struggle,
Gazing on the star Of Hope;
Now through all our sadden'd SOUTHLAND
sounds the platnt 'nevermore;"
Rachel weeping ior her children,
Sleeping on the Eden shore.
Sleeping by the crystal river
Sleeping In Deaths tranquil calm
Sleeping whore the angels softly
Chant seraphtc, holy psalm;
Let them sleep; lest Is their guerdon,
Sweetly sleep-Liie's battles DER;
b They have won bright palms immortal
On the everlasting shore.
Memory sings in choral music
The story Of their Fame,
AZ she writes In golden letters
bach hero's honofed name;
And Love weaves coronals Of beauty,
While Faith looks upward to the skies,
And Hope wipes with tender mercy
The tears from Sorrows eyes.
Ona beautiful floral and evergreen cross in
the centre Of the cemetery, where the monu-
ment is to be erected as soon as funds can be
obtained, was placed the following ode by Mrs.
Adams, Of Athens, Ga, wife of the Rev. W. d.
Adams, Of the Circular Church, Meeting street:
OUR SOLDIER DEAD.
We stand beneath the drapery Of God
The hammered SKY, with arching light. doth shed
Ewes quivering sunlight o'er the silent sod,
We bow beneath with God-God and our Dead
We may not crest the victors naughty brow
With trophied bays which 1riumph's hand hath