The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1873-03-15
the world, unsurpassed, uuequalled, uu,

the "oTiu, unsurpassed, unequalled, uu-
approached.
A hundred battle.fclds around them
with their glories, aui virtue stopped
from Heaven, to set her star within
their crowns Such we the leaders whose
genius, directed the heroic armies of
the South, whose banners, have long
since been furled forever, and buried,
with our dead.
And there, let them rest together
neither fi',ds dishonor there The "Old
Guard" of France-the Spartan Band,
Themorpylase are wrapped in their glory.
The martyred 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
bonded--and again, the cry, goes up,
from the South, Watchman, tell us of
the night and again, the response,
cowes back, darkness and danger, ahead!
For seven years, that darkness has
been upon us, and those dangers, have
eucompassed our land, and still the sun.
light of peace, has not come forth, to
cheer the weary heart 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 are 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-
ton "acts-of the milit,ry government
of ten States of the South --of the
suspension of the writ of HaLcds Corpus
--ot enforcement acts-of the disfran.
chisement of the intelligence of the
South-of tie cnfranchisement of isnor-
ance, and Of the elevation of race aad
corruption, into our high places, OF
| power and of trust. And all of these
too, have been not only SECTIONAL, but
vindctive in their charac,cr--and all
intondrd not to heal upshe bleeding
wounds Of the South, but to humiliato
her into the dust. No, wonder, if in
the m.ds. Of her despair, she is ready t.
nsk,
Is his The Lind, where the eagle scars
~ 1rord majestic wing
! To welcome wanderers 10 her shores
With all the hopes they bring!
Is this the wandering pilgl inns land
The land our fathers trod,
And dreamed they that destroying hand
Should break its trust in God?s
Is this the land Of the poets song,
! The patriots proudest theme,
And dream they, that peoples wrong,
Is but n CHASTITY dream!
Is this the land where the Christian chants
The anthems of his praise
And whore no inquisi;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 nre wont to love.
Whose towering mountains grand
But point us TO n realm above,
The only brighter land,
But in the midst of our gloom it is we'll
when We endeavor to contemplate our
Condition as people, that we should
not forget that all nations have their
periods of tribulation, 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 at poor, unhappy Mexico, with he
record Of anarchy and blood for the las,
half u century Aud yet afte.
her Rose, England has her Victoria
After her Marius and Sylla, Ro ne hac
her Caesar. After her reign of Terror
France had the splendors of her Napc
Icons
From these things We learn, that 1t i,
indeed rugged road which leads to tn,
glory Of nations.