The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1873-03-15


from Heaven, to set her star within
their crowns Such we 6 the leaders whose
genius, directed the heroic armies of
the South, whose banners, have long
since been furlcd forever, and buried,
with our dead.
And there, let them rest togeth
neither fi'.ds dishonor there The "Old
Guard" of France-the Spartan Band,
Themorpylase are wrapped in their glory
The marty yrcd Bands of the South are
Warped in their banners-let them
rest.
But the night of an Appomattox, has
fallen upon the South-the last battle
has been fought-the last army dis
banded--and again, the cry, goes up,
from the South, Watchman, tell us of
the night ! and again, the response,
CORES back, darkness and danger, aheadl
For seven years, that darkness has
been upon u, and those dangers, have
eucompassed our land, and still the sun.
light of peace, has not come forth, to
cheer the weary hear. Of the South. We
are still in the midst of war-a war
against people, whose arms have been
grounded whose limbs have been
bound-whose intelligence has been
chained, so that they aSe powerless,
either by action or by word, for defence.
But, why is war, still continued
against the South? Is it to abolish
slavery? No, but still, to establish the
political supremacy of the North.
We have heard of the "Reconstruc-
tion"acts-of the milit,ry government
OF ten States Of the South of tho
suspension of the writ of HaJeas Corpus
of enforcement acts s-of the disfran.
chlsement of the intelligence of the
South-oi tie cpfranchiscment of ignor
ance, and Of the elevation of race and
corruption, into our high places, of
power aud of trust. Aud all of these
TOO, have been not only sectional, but
vindictive in their charactcr-and all
intcndrd not tn heal uPrthe bleeding
wounds Of the South, but to humiliate
her into the dust No, wonder, if in
the m.ds: Of her despair, she is ready t..
ask,
Is his the Lind, where the eagle scars
" 1'ond majestic wing
10 welcome wanderers 10 her shores
With AL the hopes they bring!
Is this the wandering pilgi inns land
The land our fathers trod,
And dreamed they that destroying hand
Should break its trust in God?3
Is this the land of the poets song,
The patriots proudest theme,
Aud dream they, that peoples wrong,
Is but ghas,ly dream?
Is this the land where The Christian chants
The anthems Of his praise
ana wnere no inqusi;ion haunts
The winding of his ways?
Is this the land where all arc kings
Where virtue, mistress reigns,
Where god-like reason, rescue brings
To break the captive's chains?
Is this the land we arc wont to love,
whose towering mountains grand
But point us 10 realm above,
The only brighter land!
But in the midst Of our gloom it is we'll,
when VIC endeavor to contemplate our
condition rs people, that we should
not forget that all nations have their
periods of tribulatiou, and calamity
aud woe.
Look at England during the wars OF
her Roses. At Rome in the days of her
Marius aud Sylla. At France during
her reign Of terror. At Spain during
the existence of her terrible Inquisition,
and ut poor, unhappy Mexico, with her
record of anarchy and blood for the last
half a century -. And yet after
her Rose, England has her Victoria
After her Marius and Sylla, Ro ne had
her Caesar. After her reign of Terror
France had the spleudors of her Napc
Icons
From these things We learn, that 1t is
indeed rugged road which leads to the
glory Of nations.
1t is no. carpetted with rose leaves,
and bordered with flowers and canopied
with suns, moons and stars, and swept