The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1870-06-17

From Sumters bastiOns brown and rent;
From Wagner's dunes OF olllowy sand;
From lines where Johnson's beacons standi
Where Piuckney sways his realm OF blue;
Where every palm and every wave
Recall the trlumphs OF our brave,
Where Moultrie's eagles new.
But O thou cynosure OF eyes,
Thou sceptered city by the sea
From other lands where trophies rise,
THY children bring their spolls to thee
Accept the offerings OF the free
From Fisher, miu the laundering fleet,
From Petersburg's embattled lines,
From Richmonds plume OF Sabbath pines
Falls homage at thy feet
Thy sons beheld the invader fly
Across Manassas crimson ford,
And, when to battle was to die,
At Avery met his countless horde;
For thee that priceless blood was poured!
O mother crown their Spartan march,
And lay them at its high ascent,
Beneath no funeral monument,
But trlumphal arch
They did not argue but they fought,
When the dear State said: Eight for me !'
From death-struck hand to hand they caught,
And bore alOft her palmy tree
Through storms that never smote the sea-
Content Its grand device TO show
Mid thunder clouds or wrath aRu hate,
Burned quenchless "yrtue" for the state,
"And yalor'' for the foe.
When all the sea swooped white with sails;
With spouts OF fire the harvests bled;
When vaor pent In frozen Jalis,
With wOrmy dust and ashes FED,
Drew life and courage from the dead;
Still. on our declmated ranks
or TltanS were the mountains hurled,
The mercenaries OF the world
Smote front and rear and hanks.
o hearts that only sought the right,
Mid bowling, haunted widernesses;
o hands that bore the unequal light
With legloned perils and distresses;
o names that Love, that Glory blesses,
From hoary sage to college tyro,
Each at his c0untry's call hero
Your legend then, Dunn SpfrO, Spero,
Now, Spero, dun etpiIO.
Beyond the tomb extend your lives,
And we that sacred trust may shield
The Spotless honor that survives
And blooms upon tile battlefield.
Whate'er those CORY acres yield
OF private worth or public good
A warning world cannot subdue:
The virtues Of the leal and true
Are canoniZed In blood.
To shift and veer with changing time,
To cringe and fawn to frowning power
Is to our buried dead crime.
An insult to the living hour!
Let martial Friendship guard her dover
And place us pledges on the grave
The cleaning stones the shafts that tower
With name and wreath, and sclllptured flower
In honor Of the brave.
In silence now sleep ali the isles,
That once the booming battle stirred,
Save where benignant summer smiles,
As flutes and trillS her mocSing-bird,
Amid the moss-clatl forest heard:
The Mornings bugles are unbl0Wn.
Relieved IS Evenings restless tramp,
GREY Memory Sentlnel5 the camp,
Bland Nature claims her own.
Her own the trunks Of PROSTATE pine,
ThrOnged nightly when the "church.call'
Her own $he grasses of the line,
Once gemmetl with blood instead OF dew;
Her own the century oaks that threw
Their shelter Oert the jasmine n0wers:-
But the sweet genius OF the place,
Its joy, It's beauty and It's grace
Its nUblest lifc-are ours.
Resume, soft Nature, thy denhln
Heal bleeding hearts with bams OF peace
But keep within thy gentle reign
The magic token we release,
Nor let that native virtue cease,
To which this altar pile Is given
Its base aglow with fields Of fame,
Its slabs that guard each shining name,
Its spire that flames to heaven.
Unveilipg the Monument.
At the conclusion Of the poem. the clotf
around the monument was removed, and it:
beautiful proportions displayed to the audi
ence, the band the while playing selection
from "Moses in Egypt" AS soon as the clotl
was removed, beautiful wreath encircling the
word s'lEtna" was suspended from one of the
buttress corners of the pedestal-a graceful
tribute 10 the dead from the Etna Steam Fire
Company.
The moistened eyes and heaying bosoms ol
many of the members of the Washington Ligh
Infantry told that. while they were reading the
names of their dead comrades, their hearts
were reyerting to the glorious days Of peace
and the days when the war was young, before
its gorgeous pageantry was empurpled with
the blood that flowed so freely afterward
when they-the living and dead-of the W. L.
l., with quick, proud step and martial nien. pa
raded to the strains Of music that stirred their
leaping pulses, and under banners that floated
and rippled in the sunlight; to the time when
so many bright heads were laid low on the
battlefield. and brave spirits went out of so
many ghastly rents. But for the living and
the dead -
1.-THE war drums throbn no longer
And the batte-hags are furled."
And all that is left for the living, to per-
petuate the heroic deeds Of the dead and
vindicate their memory, have been and will be
done by them.
Address of General Hampton.
The music ceased, Colonel Simonton intro
duced General Wade Hampton, the orator o.
the occasion, who was received with applause.
6 The General, addressing the president and
gentlemen of The Washington Light Infantry
Charitable Association, said:
In accepting the position assigned to me by
your Kindness, in tile solemn ceremonies OF the
day, many and conflicting emotions stirred my
heart. On the one hand, said he, painful con
sciuusncss of my inability to discharge the task
imposed in q manner worthy OF the occasion op
p. es. es rae and bids me keep Silent; while on the
other hand. sense of duty to my living as vel
Ms TO my dead comrades, impels me to join In
sleeping brnesLh the soil they gave their lives to
tive Ulrtriug which, unworthy as it may be Of
our noble dead. has at least the merit Of coming
from heart liled with sympathy for the cause IL
which they fell; admiration for their devoted pa
tr otism and heroic courage; respect and atleC
tion for their memory, and profound grief for thei
untimeiy death. There are other motives, scarce
irIo a univ m Unjra ahnuld not no QIypn