Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1870-05-09


As an addition to our report of tn
ceremonies at Elmwood on. Saturday w
publish the following extract from tn
speech Of Gen. Bate, as well as the lis
of articles deposited in the monumental
casket
HEROES IN ELMwo0D.
Referring to the heroes whose ashe
lie in Elmwood, Gen. Bate said:
Without being inyidious, can no
mention to the glory-clad veterans of tn,
'l54th," many of whom see around me
their original commander-Ge Preston
Smith-who CALAMITY fell in "Chicka
manga fight, at the head Of his com
mand, and who sleeps just yonder with
his marshal cloak around him, " and you
heroic remnants of the 18th who fol.
lowed through many perils that peculiar
ly marked battle-fag of the full moon
upon sky-biue ground, indicating the
headquarters of Clehurne--to You can /
not say that the enthusiastic reception
of the remains of your chief by the citi-
zens of Memphis, Tut few days since,
assures us that Gen Pat Cleburne will
hold niche in the Temple of Glory
while the shamrock is green or the sun
burst holds place on the flag of Erin ?
Hard by, | see some of the glorious "4th, !"
who followed Gen. Stah in his upward
career from Belmont to Franklin, where
he fell in the thickest of the fight. Who
does not remember how on those same
plains, where the chivalry of the
South, inspired by the enthusiasm and
courage of her young leaders, passed
through death gateway on to the works?
See how the ~ Lone Star of Texas
glistened upon the penant Of General
Granbury as he went down on the plain;
how the quick keen blade of General
Carter, one of Georgia's youngest sons,
flashed in the fury of the fight for its last
time How the blood of South Carolina
flowed from the heart of the modest,
brave and generous Gist as il stained the
soil of Tennessee beneath the folds of
his Palmettoi Il well know the spot where
he fell, and hope some day to see a Pal
metto growing above it as natural
monument). Who does not remember
how, after the smoke of battle had
cleared away, the horse of General John
Adams, of Pulaski, Tenn, lay dead on
the breastworks, and his gallant rider
near him, spectacle as full of daring
as any that ever adorned the lists of
medieval chivalry On the train bringing
me to your city heard colloquy be-
tween two ex-soldiers-one of the
Eleventh Tennessee and the other of
the Second Kentucky-in regard
TO the battle of Murfreesboro--
like Flodden Field where both Surrey
of England and James Of Scotland be-
lieved each army whipped, and neither
could claim victory until the dawn of
the next day How forcibly that colo
guy reminded me of their respective
commanders who fell upon that field
General James T. Rains, one of the most
gallant and dashing young Generals that
Tennessee ever gave as holocaust on
her altar of liberty; the other, General
Roger Hanson, a fit representative of the
genius and courage of the dark and
bloody ground, which, had she no other
Jewels than her immortal infantry bril-
gade, and her cavalry that moved
like magic under the wand of her i'll
fated Morgan, she would be rich in
military glory Major William Driver,
of the Second Tennessee-my first Adj
jutant-he, too, sleeps beneath these
peaceful shades, in full fellowship with
his beloved Captain Casper W. Hunt;
side by side they sleep in quiet little
nook, above which are blooming some
sweet flowers, planted by sisters hand.
See, hard by the little green willow
there sleeps Col. JEFF, Forrest, who
fell in gallant charge led by his re-
nowned brother in North Mississippi
Captain Hamilton-so much beloved
one of our earliest dead-placed near
the gate, as if on guard over his sleeping
comrades. See, on the left, the new
made grave of Major Ed. Irrelevant, the
posthumous ceremonies over whose sa-
cred dust have just been finished Near
by sleeps young Bruce Rogers, Creigh-
ton, Robert Cox, Walter Harris, with
whom / was personally acquainted, and
the hundreds around them whom / knew
not. But we love the memory of each,
and drop the tear of gratitude as the
sweetest offering.
MONUMENTAL cAsKET.