The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1870-05-27

! IT that the stsfkvv1la slve is Bgs5d IN
life for the support ofits young; and the
| youth Of the South with moro generous
devotion and far higher motives than the
mere sustenance of animal life, with one
secondhand with . valor the world never
| saw before, closed around their colon,
| when the night was darkest and th
tempest Of bloody war was ferrous and
Ye dead ofmy country, am with Won
once again! Once moro I hear your bat
tie cry ring out over the fieR and rise
above the din, and thunder of squad
rons rushing onward In the terrible
charge. Yet again / see your ,sabres
fiash-I sec your line lost amid the smoke
and dust, only to, re-appear. again as it
| from his batteries. see you in memory,
frightened by the recollection that i
will see you no more on this earth, as
you stood firmer than all rock, on the
perilous edge of battle, and hurl death
and defiance into the very teeth Of half
the civilized and uncivilized world in
arms against you. feel in my soul the
grandeur and sublimity of the sceneLI
feel and know that the years will roll on
their sluggish. rouads for ages before
mankind will again be called on to WON
der at and admire SO touching and trans
cendant sight. Ye have passed away
beyond the stars, but you left an iu>
press in the tide of time as fadeless and
change.ess as the dazzling sun which
warns into life the beautiful flowers
which now BLOOM over your graves.
The heart swelis with pride when we
contemplate your wondrous deeds and
tragic fate. Yonder sun in his car of
fire never shed his beams on sublimer
o<.l< hon t.<nrn L.
upon the long lines of grey as they NOV
ed like the in-rOlllng waves ofthe stormy
sea upon the Invaders of their soil. It
was indeed on earthly image of the DOW
or of the right hand of God, when Jack
son hurled his conquering legions upon
the defences Of Cnancellor's House, and
the heroic Cleburne swept like q wild
meteor of War, upon the lines at Frank
lin. Let those who will complain of the
''cruel War" and with prophetic mods
and long signs, wish that it had never
half in joy at its disastrous results to our
countrymen, yet feel that can raise
my right hand proudly to Heaven this
day and say glory in the humble part
that unworthily bore in that struggle
glory in the more than SaragOssan
fight made by the Southern youth in the
cause ofeternal right. am proud ofthe
fadeless laurel which rests Upon their
brows, though those brows are cold in
soldiers DEATH rejoice with joy I'M
speakable i'll that deathleSs name which
they have handed down to us Grown
less" but not "voiceless," for it vet
speaks trumpet-tongued from the. tomb. |
l confidently predict that the day will |
come when the name Jackson, u Lee. a |
Stuart, Pelham and u Johnston will |
arouse in the American heart flame |
more uEdying than tho tabled fires of \
Vesta, and more terrible than iegions of |
armies with banners. But would speak |
more particularly of the youth ito for |
tune and to fame unknown"-the beard |
less boy in whose soul burned spirit as |
pure rs the dews of Castilia, or the snow |
which caps the summit of the Hottest |
Himmelayeh. / would speak of that |
boy who steps away from his cottage |
home among the mountains, and before |
his mothers and sisters kisses are dry |
on his smooth childish brow, the lead or |
iron of his cOuntry's foe has entered his |
breast and he lies low in the embrace of |
icy death! 1 would tell of the outhful /
Elliott, who fell in his first battle, and as
lift the bloody mantle from the poor,
lifeleSs corpse of the nc bic boy, would
move your hearts to pity and your ewes
to tears for there lies an representation of
valor; there lies a lifeless body over
whose remains no sisters heart has ever
heard the burning sigh-over whom
no mother has ever raised Heayenward
her fearless eyes and feverish hand in
lonely PRAYER. Doubtless his family ney-
er heard Of his fate and yet may be looking
with dying Hope still lingering in the
heart, for the long lost sons return! But
he will nevermore return to that cottage
in the beautiful valley of the Sequatchie,
and while we are bending over the "biy-
ouac of the dead" let it be well remem-
bered that thousands oTour slain lie I'M
marked save by Angel hands, by the
tho mountains-in the
vallies-in hostile lands-in the swiftly !
lowing rivers, and IN tho deep Unsuitable
sea. Over these we can place no memo {
-ial of our esteem and unchanging re-
gard. Their bones will whiten among (
he coral of tie deep ocean with its low,
solemn wall, or mould away among
stranger hearts in strange land, and as
n memory we hear the roll call, we can $
'nly repeat in sadness and grief, "died
IN the field of honor" and leave them to {
heir unbrOken and unknown repOsc. &
No spOtless marble may point heaven j
ward its symmetrical shaft marking the
ground on which they fell, but their /
arc here deep bedded in the
hearts. of their cOuntrymen and country
women and here it will remain until
monuments shall crumble and human d
alor shall no longes haye an admires on a
he earth. When the land which they s
lied to redeem shall take her position t
mOng the Independent nations of the
arth-when the deSpOt's tread is no a
oEger heard upon the field OF their {
lory, when the iron hoOf of a slave is a
flied from her neck and the allpOwer-
III bayonet falls from the nerveless grasp
f their masters. Then, and not till then
ct their epitaph be written. Free as the
nfettered spirit Of the mountain eagle
n life. let them remain free in death.
n mentioning one true incident of the ).
Tar, have we not sketched the history of q
thousands? In riding along through the L
inc barrens North OF Selma, Alabama, a
nce the close of the war, saw by tie h
oadside the usual enclosure of pine poles \
nd the simple inscription upon a pine !.
lank at the head Killed by Wilson's -
.aiders, April 10th, 1867 told the N
lournfui story of one of Forests men. C;
mothers sister-probably wife, d
Dows not the spot where he lies buried S
18th his martial cloak around him,
From the nights of Gettysburg and the n
ED of Sharpsburg, to where the Rio
rande rolls its waters onward to the
ulf, from the hallowed walls of Sump- o
n to the chilly death>damp barricades Ct
Eimira and Camp Douglass, every $
here, in every State-alnOst in every Il
amlet, and surely in every mountain 6
ass, the bones of as brave men as ever ~
cd the earth, are filling unknown =,
raves, or bleaching i'm the sun and rsins d Z.
heaven. Hallowed be the spot forev-
where they rest! Thrice hallowed be
lie efforts of the ladies who are now, and
ave been for years, making every ap.
oal in behalf of these, our brightest Jew
S. TO me there is something solemn
:, almost Notwithstanding in this III
eviction of the daughters of the South al
the ashes of their brave defenders -,
is the Rachels of Dixie mourning for \,