The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1878-04-09
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THE CONFEDERATE SURRENDER
UNTnirteen,n Anniversary.

THE CONFEDERATE SUNRENDER
It's Thirteertn Anniversary.
Correspondence OF the Register.
"Men, We have fought through The
var - .elher, and have done the be-l
| could Tor YOU" These were the simple
words that tell from the lips OF the great
simple-heartod Lee, 1T Appomattox q
IL. on the morning of April II, 1863
Just thirteen years ego. You
will lake with you" ho ss,d IN his for
nal leave, taking to his army, "Lhe
satisfaction that proceeds from the con-
sciousuess OF duey faithfully performed.
| earnestly pray that me,ciful God
will extend 10 you hIs blessing and pro
lection. With An unceasing admiration
of your constsncy and devotion to your
country, and q grateful remembrance OF
your kind and generous consideration OF
myself, / bid you an shectiOnate fare
well" Aye, thirteen years, "wl.h heal,
inc on their wings" have been applied
by the @ eat physician. Time TO the
bleeding Southland and prosperity, s
dawnlng once again "in the home OF
the palm and vine" To day is an
anniversary of sadness, but not OF
shame. We see travel-stsined
army, hopeless and weary-hesrted, the
remnant of that which had made q
Thecmopyiao and Marathon record OF
many ns-sdvsncing IN line for the
l.st lime. to surrender TO a foe that
leaned upon world. Over hOot- beaten
fields, where the sod was marked by the
brave young dead, who died with their
face TO the front, they slowly came to
the sacrifce-the representative of the
band that had calmly bruIed the
avalanche OF the rorthern army on
bloody Potamac - only its gsllent
fragments, ten pieces and ten thousand
men.
"Full the banner, true It's CORY,
Yet It's wreaIhed around with glory,
And twill live I'm song and story,
Though It's folds are in the dust.
Forts fame on brightest pages,
Peuned by poets and 10y sageS,
shall go sounding down the ages,
Furl us folds though now we must
"Fu.l that banner, softly, slowly,
Treat II gently, il is holy
For 1t droopS above the dead.
Touch il not, uniurl IL never,
Let il drOOp there turied forever,
For its peoples hopes are He'd
TIE pageant OF glorious endeavor wss
over-the gates barred that shut 1t
forever from the victory it had given the
flower of its soil to win. Fin been
written on the page that valoT had
ssnctiGed. "The part is in the eternal
past" rolled together as scroll, and
until the last reveille, no more will meet
these war.scarred men, that c!asped
trembling hands with Lee on that
memorable morning at Appomattox.
There are those who cSn smile, perhaps,
on this memorial day, but ahl 1t brings
TO us a sadness that finds no place tor
mirth-it is n new dedication baptized
with tears. May God be with you"
these We're the last words OF their gallant
leader, and well he knew their import.
Where but to the great Ali-Father were
thew to look for mercy; where but TO
Him tor u country. The musicians had
no heart for the making of sweet sounds.
but they turned away from the slcHenl! g
scene, looking sorrowiully back on rlne
and muskrt there, the sad reminders cl
what had ard night have been. "By
the rivers Of Baby Ion thy sat down and
wcpt," and there was ID dlsIoyalty IN
their tears. Tor chow could they sing the
Lords songs in a strange land
They had no mighty deed to live again
bv camp fires blaze. The iull-eyed
moon looked down with plying smile,
and the stars that sang together OF the
DAYS agone, when "the sword OF the lions
whelp, and the God of Msccsbees seemed
to battle tor southern rights. No more
would this little band smite victorious
chords at Manassas, Pittsburgh, and
Shiloh. nor wake, with loud TATTOO, the
s.eepers from dreams Of home. They
had travelled far, were hungry, sad and
lily clad. The jackets OF gray were ola
and worn, the caps IN sorry plight.
Strong men were there who had stood
the shock of battle, and youths with the
early bloom on their boyish lips. Softly,
sweetly. the notes Of Dixie mingled with
the signing OF the pines, and this was for
the last time. The nightingale hushed
It song to hear the sound, the moon
passed under a cloud, while the forest
mosned and shuddered as II in sympathy.
Sad as the cry OF Rachel MOURNING Tor
the children because they were not, sweet
and soft as the waters OF Slloa that 60
softlv." the strains tell quiyering on the
cool night air. And then twas hushed
10 be heard no more Tin the land where
we were dreaming" The bugIe, fife and
drum had told their sorrow for the last
time. and Dixie had found grave where
the triple BARRED banner was lad 10
rest with the Southern cross above Ii.
The p,nev aisles throws up the strain-ln
answer to the rivers moan-tor the last
time. And sngelswept perhaps, with tears,
the cause could justify. They dlsban ded
there IN the shadow of great rock, that
was IN SO weary land" to meet no more
till the last Judgment, while an imPromp'
IN chaplain uttered solemn benedlc-
tion. And little children gathered trag-
mants, in after dsysiot the bugle, ME
and drum, the players had shiyered
there MARY PATTON HUDSON.
kanswhs Co.
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