The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1882-03-01

Among the visitors to Richmond about
the tine Of the Yorktown Centennial were
Aaron wilkes Post, No. %. OF the Grand
Army OF the Republic, OF Trenton, n. j.
They received hospitablc attentions from
the Old First Virginia. the 0tey Battery,
and the Howitzer Associations. and carried
swav pleasant memories OF this city and
kindly thoughts OF u veterans and peo-
pie generally. Monday night Messrs. Peter
wilkes, Eagleton Hanson, Edward Young,
William Young, Jesse Dean, John Hart
Brewer, and X. A. Donnelly, a committee
representing Aaron Wilkes Post, arrived
In the city, bringing with them three mag
niiccnt puneh-bowls-one for each OF the
organizations to whom they were indebted
for kindnesses.
THE COMMITTEE RECEIyEp.
At Sanger Hall yesterday evening these
gentlemen were met by the members OF the
associations named and by'a few invited
guests. After q renewal Of acquaintance
made in October last, the Richmond COM
mittee Of arrangements invited the whole
company downstairs 10 partake OF q ban
ouet spread under the direction OF Mr..
Zimmerman. After due consideration OF
The catabies, and some attention TO drink
sbles, Mr.. James Il. Gray raped for order,
the hum of conversation ceased, and Major
Robert Stiles. rising, read in his fine, full
voice, the following well-timed lines, the
production OF Charles PoindeXter, Esq.
Come. friends and brothers, M the glass,
And toast the shining hours that pass
As round this genial bonrd we meet
The friends whom VT delight to greet
Who come with offerings in their hand
Wrought from the soil OF their own land,
That. fashioned fair with cunning skin,
Attest the mutual good VIII
That on this gracious feast attends,
Where men once foes now meet AS friends.
ksbrothers OF n common land
Here on our hallOwed soil We stand.
In cannon-Sound of where we stood
Mid wars dread scenes Of death aud blood,
That echoed from Mechanicsyillc
And Numbered back from MalverR Hill;
Whose grassy slopes yet bear the scar
Inflicted by The hand Of war.
But Natures kindly hand hath toiled
On every field by carnage Soiled,
And deity spread her verdant sod
To hide the pain where armies trod:
Outpouring from her genial powers
The sweet oblivion OF flowers
That deck The grave Of friend and foe
Who now NO LONGER difference know.
What though In wars enbittered strife
We lately wagcred life for life,
And saw The iurid summer sun
Go down on battles lost and won.
Yet can We Iningle here to-day.
When gentle peace hath gained her sway,
And look each In the others eyes
With such regard rs brave men prize;
Pledging In our flowing bowls
The peace that relgneth In our souls;
The souls Of as, who fought and bled,
And left on every ield our dead
Twas irAvely met and fought. The rest
We left to God, who knoweth best.
Once foes, now friends, n brother band.
While peace and plenty crown our landl
And what hath wrought this magic change
That skeptie hearts may well deem stranger
Thank God, for memory of n name
From whom our common EfOrE came.
When Washington, on lorktOwn's height,
Wrought deeds Of glory and Of might;
Where Jersey. at Nirginia's side,
Marched on TO cru h the foeman's pride,
And saw tho sun Of Freedom rise
With glorious promise In his eyeS.
iGreat applause.l