The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1884-08-08

OF heaven; that when done with ON
trlals ON earth we may bloom together
In the gardens above.
AFTERNOON.
Inc vast crowd having dined, was
calied 70 the speakers stand ty the
nands playing, which was the sigIssl for
.nose VINO wished to hear the speakers
to draw near.
Rev. Jacob Ditzler, of Kentucky. and
an ex-Confederate Missourian, was
DOWN on the programme to deliver The
hrst address of the afternoon, but as Ne
was not present, Gen. Cabel was pre-
vailed upon otake his place. He was
escorted to the stand by the survivors OF
ms old Arkansas brigade, headed by 4
Dand which stirSed up the blood with q
martial air.
GEN. CABEnL's SPEECH.
me speaker was introduced by Gen.
H. NJ Gano, who referred to his career
as an ofhcer and fighter in the most COM
plmentary terms. After making few
PREDATORY remarks the General launched
out py saying that he was not u silver
tongued orator, yet he wassproud to ad-
uress his old comrades in arms. What he
had to say he felt from the
bottom of his heart, and il was but the
honest talk of an old soldier to his COM
rades. He was gratified to see so many
gathered together to pay homage to the
memory Of those who had fell in tho
nght, and to hold social and brotherly in
tercourse with one another. Paving
tribute to the memory OF the dead, he
said that he could not refrain
from referring to the gal
Iaht Arkansians, whose valor
never once tagged throughout
ene bloody strife in which the hand OF
couhtrymen was raised against his
countrymen, father against son, and
DroIher against brother. They had no
apology 10 make; they had fought for
what they conceived to be their rights
and the bones of the gallant band were
scattered all over the country. The his
tory OF the Confederate war could
never he correctly written. He was the
iirst officer to enter Richmond,
Inc speaker referred to the hard strug-
gle, the privations, the Confederate sol
d'ers had toundergo, how they stoosi to
their duty though actually suffering for
me necessities of life. They cherish no
III feeling, no animosity toward these
VINO had met them like men upon
the held of battle. To-day, those who
wore the blue met those who wore the
Rray-net in cordial greeting
8 aS men OF common country.
IVY "oiV al hnltIlctnA, uuu Wnen III
come to fighting,the United States could
lick any power on earth. The sneaker
closed amid rounds of applause by quot
ing the familiar lines:
~ ne star spangled banner, long may II wave
over the land OF the free and homes OF tbs
brave"
APoBM.
The following beautiful poetical trib.
H!e 10 Hon Jefferson Davis, written by
MISS ;. ;. Thompson, was by request
read by Mrs. G. Nj. Winkler. widow oI
Judge Winkler, formerly of the Court Of
Appeals OF this State, and a gallant
leader in the Confederate army. Th,
poem was enthusiastically received, anC
was frequently interrupted by outburstl
OF applause:
| w hoN. JEFFERhoN NDANls-THEoN pHUa
lpEFr OF THE SOUTHERN CoNrEpKRAcY.
tBy Miss Y. X. Thompson.
Thou stnndest all alone:
An eagle, ON rocky height,
Upon mountain throne;
30 cold, no high, 40 far away,
Where shines the radiant King of dav
And Glory keeps the gate.
Where Fame's proud clarion, oe'r ~
heights
Ringsstill in triumph, and the lights
| OF patriot fires are thore;
While, like the voice OF prayer,
Or cloud OF incense, rising fair,
Sweet memories, from Il Southern cline.
four forth their voices, all In rhyme.
Upon the golden air.
What though no drum beats thrill
Upon the distant hill,
And what We hoped and loved 10 we'll
Has passed away, like beauty's spell,
From fountain, mead and rill
Yet there ore things that cannot die,
hut linger meath the shining sky,
When all besides is STILL
oh, wutchman! for the dead,
For those proud heroes sleeping GOLD,
In many vallsys' silent mold,
And where the hill-tops shine.
For them no more the clarion wnkes,
And reveille Its music makes
Upon the tides oftlme;
Yet faith and love and holy trust.
| Water with tender tears the dust.
Where trailing roses ,wine,
Aud snow white lilies reigh supreme;
And night " vocal with the lay,
or mocking-birds that Sweetly say
Son things beneath the moon.
They have no other crown,
Whsse arms are all laid down,
Save the bright gems that fame doth say,
And In thy sacred keeping leave.
Oh, Kingly warder high;
Who sits upon thy mountain throne,
Glorious and far and all alone.
The Southern host, alas! the day
In all its pomp has passed away;
Virginia hears no buglcs blow,
Mid summers sun and winters snow
Lees myrods all are silent now,
And thou, with thy thrice kingly brow.
Keeps trysting all alone.
Thy hair, like snow flakes CLEAN,
Tells that life's ftnl dream,
WIN soon be past;
That DER the river, dark and droar,
Thou, too, shall 10 to Join the dead,
/. Who walt beyond for thee;
In that sweet home, where conflicts ceas
And angel minstrcls whisper 'peaeer
In shadow ofthe trone.
Shalt join the blessed patriot band.
Long vanished from our summer land,
Where war cry never thrills;
Where drums ne'cr beat nor warriors pres
The soft green turfand Loves carsu
lsnot thing 10 die.
OIL Waterman, let the gate
Tell at the Iowa ones there,
How stlll n nation mourns their tAll,
Who lost with them their hopes, their all,
r Al one sad rush OF Fate.
? How true to them, fond meurles turn,
And watchlres In our lone hearts burn,
Where grand hopes lie in state;
Dead are they now, those holy things,
, But angels, with their snov-whlte wings
: Keep watch DER thon and thee.
| Mrs. Winkler is tho editress Of h
!, Prairie Flower, literary gem, pu
lishod at Corsicana. Her recitation
A the poem wasNery effective.
r tOI. J, NJ. l.nNu,
v of Paris, delivered briefbat'interesti
G address in the absence OF Gen. Make
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