Morning journal and courier., 1883-07-09
The Surrender at Appomattox.

Major John w. Daniel of Virginia delivered long address at Lexington, Va, Thursday, On the unveiling of a recumbant statue or Robert E Lee Accounting the events or the late war, and coming down to Appomat- tox he said:
 Over that march of desperate valor dis putting fate, as over the face of hero in the throes of dissolution, throw the blood reeK- ing battle flag, rent with wounds, as veil. And hail the beroic army and It's heroic chief, as on the 9th of April morn they stand in calm and stern repose, ready to dle WiGn their harness on, warriors every inch, Wltn- out fear, without stain. Around the HtLle hamlet of Appomattox Courthouse is gathered the Army of Northern V1rg1n1a-Iess tnan g, 900 men with arms in their hands-less than 27 ,OOO all told, counting camp followers ana straceIers and around them in massive con centric lines the army of Grant, flushed with success and expectation, more than SO,OoO stronc upon the field, and with each hour bringing up endorsements. ''The environed army, aith valor all Spartan, stands ready to die. not indeed in response to civic laws denying surrender, but obedient to the lofty in,puIse of honor" Can theycut through :? Does the dream of saved confederacy yet beckon them on beyond the wall of steel and fire that eirdIes them? Can they find fight ing ground in the Carolinas with Joseph E. Johnston, who, amongst the first to meet the foe, proves amongst the last to leave nm
  to the inner country and renew the unequal strife Not till that hope is tested will they yield.
 As the day dawns a remnant of the cavalry under Fitz Lee is forming, and Gordons 1n- fantry scarce 2,000 strong, are elbows TOT the last charge. Once more the thrilling reb- el cheer rings through the Virginia woods, and with ali their wonted ierceness they fall upon Sheridans men. An yes; victory still clings to the tattered battle flags. Yes. the troopers of our gallant Fitz. are dauntless as when they followed the plume Of Stuart. Yes, the matchless infantry of "tattered unl- forms and bright nauskets'' move with as swift, intrepid tread as when of old Stonwall led the way. Soldiers of Manassas, of Rich mond, Fredericksburg, Charlottesville, Get tysburg, of the Wilderness, of Spotsylvan1a, of Cold Harbor, of Petersburg, scared and sinewy veterans of fifty fields, your glorles are still about you, your manhood is tr1um- phant still Yes, the blue lines break before them, two cannon and many prisoners taken, and for two miles they sweep the field toward Lynchburg-victors still
 But no Too IateI Too late Behind the flying sabres and rifles of Sheridan rise the bayonets and frown the batteries of the Army of the James under Ord. A solid pha- Ianx stands right athwart the path of Fitz. Lee and Gordon's men, Too late The die is cast The doom is sealed! There is no escape! The eagle is quarried in his eyrie, the wounded lion is hunted to his lair.
 And so the guns of the last charge die away in the morning air :; an echo, like the sob of mighty sea- rolls up the valley of the James, and all is still. The last fight of the Army of Northern Virginia has been fought. The end had come. The smoke vanished :; the startled birds renewed their songs over the stricken field; the battle smell was drowned in the fragrance of the fowery spring, and the rugged soldier of the South, God bless him stood there facing the dread reality, more terrible than death-stood there to grapple with and face downsdespair i; for he had done his all, and all was lost, save honor