The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1875-10-30
"OLD TlGE'7d4
his Address 10 His ola COmrades-In.
Arms.
Cabeit's Hrigade Eistcn 10 their Old
Commander.
MY Old Comrades;


10 say that feel proud rs well as
honored at being called to preside at
this meetingof braveand gallant men,
gives you no idea, my old friends, of
my true feelings. do feel proud, and
besides the pride feel, no words can
adequately express to you the degree
of real happiness feel on this giori-
GUS occasion. 10 meet you and shake
you by the hand, my old braves, is II
pleasure that eau not be described, and
that could not be bought with the gold
of Ophir or the diamonds of Peru
You know | was proud of you during
the war, and tell you honestly that
| never saw the hour or the day, dur
ing the whole time L commanded you,
that was not willing to trust my life
and my reputation IN your hands.
That confidence has never lessened or
diminished particle to the present
day. If | have any reputation at
all, Il issdue to you. IL is due TO the
fact that had the good fortune to
command men that were true to tier
country, and never thought Of turn.
ing their backs co 8the foe unless
ordered by their proper commanding
officer. In Tl1oking around find u
great many absent who attended the
first roll call. Some OF the absentees,
thanks be to u kind Providence, are
stu living = living. Indifferent States,
seeking to make an honest living for
themselves and families. Where are
the other brave men who were present
then? Yes, where are they that they
cannot be present here to-day to enjoy
the pleasure Of this happy re.linion
They are, sleeping the sleep that
awaketh not. Some lie buried in the
rocky hills of Arkansas aud Missouri,
an,l some beneath the prairie sod,
where lowing herds Craze slowly DER
the plain, unconscious that they are
feeding on grass that grows upon the
graves of unknown heroes --"stran-
| gers in n strange land.N AS soldiers,
| they We're buried with their blankets
wrapped around them--afterwards I'M
| known and uneared for. No stone or
marble monuments mark the spot
where they fell aud now lie buried.
The rnthless hand Of power has pre-.
vented the rearing of those monu-
ments that are intended to perpetuate
the noble deeds of the brave and the
true who fell fighting for Southern lib
erty. But, my old comrades, let me
say to you; That each one of those who
died in battle .-on the field of honor
could, With Horace, eXclaim in his
dying moments "Ecegi m0au.
meatupl afc pe,ye,nits,p =
have reared u monument more
lasting than brass. Yes, that: they
have erected monument in the hearts
and affections of the Southern people
more lasting than brass--that neither
the cold and chilly winds Of oppression
nor the storms Of passion and hate
can ever etface.a wwN eac
The immortal dead who died on the
field OF honor will glive! Yes, their
heroic deeds will live forever Poets
and orators will never Suffer this glo-
rious theme to die as long as man
loves and appreciates valor. Their
memories are enshrined in the hearts
OF their old comrades as well as in the
hearts Of Il loving people. sThe time
will come when Troubadours will wan
der nom city To. city, from village to
village, .recounting In song the brave
deeds Of n Lee, of ag Albert sSidrey
johnson, ofA St0newall Jaclison, of a
aStnafty0f asUlebaifne andi af aPrice.
Pardon me II am vain enough TO tell
YOU that the dead heroes that com.
maaded.wlll not be forgotten, and that
their gallant deeds will be sung in
every city, andy iliage th rough-
out the land. WHO 'can forget the
dashing Monroe, the brave 0'Neil and
noble pPettis2 Who can forget that
noble old Roman. Bssham, who fell at
Pilot Knob BY the SIDE lof the brave
old Captain Bunch, and Lleutenants