Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1886-06-01

was time when war memories were
aroused only 10 set into motion feelings OF
bitterness. but to-day the strains OF an
aolian harp are not more peaceful. nor are
they sadder, than our memories OF tue
"days that are no more"
FRATERNAL SENTIMENTS.
The old Germans had legend 10 this ef-
feet. They say, after the battle OF Chalons,
fought about the middle Of the fifth centu-
ry. at which the combined forces OF the
Romans and VisigOthS obtained bloody
victory over the wild hordes OF Attia. that
ihe wide pllins were covered with dead
bodies. But when the work OF slaughter was
done, and the clashiBg Of arms was heard
no more, there might be seen in the air
lust over the battlefield for nights after
wards the spirits Of the sl1in still engaged
| IN the deadIest conflict. This is but tra-
dItion, and with Us represents neither
those gonSnor the living still among us.
| II is said that at certain height above the
earth al sounds and confused noises con-
mingle into one musical note. And so,
truly, have all memories and emotions OF
| our people risen above the past and min'
gied in one fraternal sentiment like this:
Flowers for the men who lost,
Flowers for the men who won.
out In the winter frost,
Out In the summer sun.
| The Blue and the Gray together.
Tears for the fallen brave,
Never word OF blame;
Have each quiet grave.
Have eacn spotless fame.
The Blue and the Gray together.
Songs for noble cause.
rongs for new born hope;
Bring now the sweetest rose,
Lilies, and hellotrope,
For the Blue and Gray together
The Blue and Gray together,
Out In the summer weather,
Out I'm the wlntry weather,
Sing thrush and robin DER each lonely
grave!
Sigh. gentle winds. and tell
To the pale asphCdel,
"The Blue and Gray sleep well, sleep we'll,
together"
The South says, with the victorious Rich
mOnd on BOsworh Field:
Now civil wounds are stopped. peace lives
again;
That She may long live here, God, say
Amen!"
TIE FALLE% HEROES.
We are hcret operpetuate holy memories.
With some OF you there are personal memo
rit- awakened to-day. some OF y0u stand
near lllt EIGNt, bl tUDlld du'@ NtD ifll NJ
Your side beneath the thunder Of grape aud
The hail oi lead. You heard their La; Ut
terancc- ard hastily glanced at their closing
oyts as you Joined in the charge. They
went forth from your tent. from your mess,
and laid themselves upon their country's
altar. Their bodies sleep here.
With some Of you the memories are still
tonderer, for you can say: "Thore lies my
father. OF ny brother, or my husband" >"
And now memory does It's work. You re-
call the day, the messenger. the ambulance
at the door. the pale body. and then dark
uess. lie lie, here, and loneliness has been
yours these years. Tncy found your pic
lure near hi, heart. Ies, we bring to-day
our
"Pansles for thoughts and rosemary for re-
memDinnce."
We are here. too, TO perpetnate holy
memories Of heroic deeds. Among an old
nation il was SAID that as the sun shone
on certain marble statute strains u
rayI,bing music would emanate tbercfrOIn.
As we behold the sun Of this day bathc that
granite monument, we too hear musIc-mu-
sic surprising that inurmured to the world
through reed and pipe in ancient times
from the many-fountaned hills Of Hell
las and Lydia. or from the leafy bills OF
Arden and sweet Arcadia, or from Thessa-
liar groves Of Faun and Satyr-the music
q the story OF sublime hcroism. On the
pages OF our cOuntry's history are written
splendid deeds Of valOr unsurpassed. see
Malvern Hill. Pic6ett's charge ut Gettys-
burg, and the Wilderness. We knew be-
fore the war that we were a brave and
chival.ous people.
SELF SACRIFICE.
But II remained ior that awful conflict to
show lis the depth OF our Seli-sacriticing
spirit, and now truly wc loved liberty. For
endurance IN long marches, for joyous sui-
fcring for beloved cause, commend the
world to the history OF the great and
good OF our armies who sleep on a thou
sand fields Of battle. Some OF them are
alive to-day and stand here with Us. They
have left us a noble heritage. The memory
OF such nobility Oi character as tbs, IN its
effects upon a nation, is better than victory.
They live on, though their bodies he here
We do not now hear the echoes Of the can
mons thunder, or the rattle OF the musket-
~; all is still around the breastworks
without the city, but the echoes OF brave
lives We hear, and will hear through the
generations 10 come. Let me adopt the
laureate's lines to our fallen ones:
The splendor falls on castle walls.
The snowy SUBMITS old IN story.
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the Wild cataract leaps In glory.
Glove they die in yon rich sky.
They faint on hill or Held or river;
Their echoes roll from soul TO soul,
And grow forever and forever.
Mr.. Evans also referred to a beautiful
ship made Of flowers, which had been
presented by the Continental Guard OF
Washington, and which, he said, would be
placed on the grave OF Jeb. Stuart
HOMEWARD.
The bands played several airs, and the
troops then marched back 10 the city and
dispersed.
Al along the line OF march the streets
were crowded with people, aud there were
thousands a, the cemetery.
Fortunately no rain fell after the pro-
cession started, although the cloud. were
menacing.