Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1872-02-10

lay down his llfo for his friends.
Hunger, thirst, cold, toll, wounds,
] disease and death, they suffered for
| you: will you not remember them
and cherish thcm? ....
There arc throe ways IN which
you may in part repay the debt
you owe the dead Whenever and
wherever you meet poor survivor
Of that noble band on whom the rod
of aftiictiun has fallen Heavy, who.
thor by poverty, wounds or disease.
pay The honbst homage of respect
and do what yon can to Tighten his
lot. When you sec the orphans OF
tho Confederate martyrs with their
young lives made grievous by pow
erty and bereavement, stretch forth
the helping hand, not in charity,
but in tho bcnificcnce of gratitude.
Agaih;it is your duly against n
world in arms to viAdicate tn
name, the fame, and the cause
the dead. 1t is your duty to lay
laurels on their tombs, to cherish
and celebrate to all timo their i'm
mortal deeds, to make the future
tuneful with their praises; and most
of all to see that the truth is told of
them and their cause.
But you must remember that it
is for you they died, for the coming
generations Of their countrymen,
and that you TO be faithful to their
memories, must in no wise forfeit
the character you inherit as lovers
of country, offroedom and Of truth.
.Tc thine ownsclf te true; thou
canst not then be false TO any
man."
Be true, be faithful, be magnani-
nous When evil spreads her black
wings, remember you are the hcav-
en-appointed champions of truth.
Tho pale witnesses who stand for
you are your fathers and brethren
who have gone before, and are num-
bered with the Confederate dead.
The Confederate Dead! Are they
dead who mouldor in their bloody
jackets, beneath tbs sod? They live.
1t is we wh5 are dead, unless we
feel the touch of that fire from hea-
ven that made them immortal.
Permit me to add some verses
called forth by the threat to plough
up the graves of Confcderttcs buri-
ed at Gettysburg. Since [ wrote
these lines, the kind ladies Of Rich
mond have been removing the bod.
les of our soldiers from Gettysburg
to Hollywood. They have been
dilligcnt in all good works, for they
have loved much:
They call to the Souhrons from the North,
"COme, take your dead away,
Or we'll plough mp the sod
And break the cCd
That covers the robel clay"
The loyal hands that carried the flag,
The men who wore tho blue,
On whatever of earth
They had their birth,
They tOuutoI good and true.
They raise for their own the sod,cd graves,
And range them by row;
And the billOwy q oInds
Liit up III mounds
The furrsws of death aud woe
Aud hireln5 gang contract for the job,
Paid from the public purse;
AnG HEY pillage the grave
OF rebel or slave,
th laugh er and ribald curse;
They toss the bone, of the gallant dead
With mattock. pick aud spade;
And the collins they MI
Wth-what they will,
" hat matters 1t They are paid
And thus by reckless hands Is filed
The cemetery wide.
While high over the graves
Splendidly waves
The banner for which they died.
Our dead died too for the dear-lovel land,
Whose soil had given them birth,
Aud wherever they fell
1t served them we'll
A handful of mother earth
No plous hands have lifted the dust
Of men who ncbly del,
bu, they sleep with u sleep
As sweet and deep
As ii urned iu marble pride.
A voice by the ear Of faith is heard,
my people keep your trust,
And behold with your eyes,
Beyond the skies
That your heroes are not dust"
Their home is with those who fought for truth,
For God, for fatherland;
with tho blessed they dwell
And not where swell
These Gattle-scarred mouiids Of sand.
They live on the lips Of Seraphim
Aud on the Tongues ofm,ni
In the unheedcd grave
Or meath tho wave
Their glory will bloom again.
Then, tender mother weep not your boy,
Though no stone recu,d his name;
In brave hearts he will dwell
When minstrels tell
Ills story of deathless fame
(Col. J. was interrupted by fire.
qucnt applause
At the conclusion Of Col. John
son S speech Mr.. Fisher said, Rise
and drink to the memory of the IL
ustrious father of the noble son,
who has paid so just a tribute to
the memory OF "Our confederate
Dead. .'"-Lerington, VI. Gazette.
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