The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1888-06-07


the South; who cling to the dead past,
and sigh for the days of laziness and
luxury, "befo' the wah, sir" These
are they who disregard law, outrage
justice, trample upon the rights of
man, hate the darkey and worship at
the shrine of Jefferson Davis.
But, my friends, our civilization is
growing. While we have In this coun-
try clements Of danger to the Repub-
lie, the horizon is bright with hope.
Let rl> avoid the dangers. by fighting
their influence. and We may hope for
the coming of time, in the near fu-
ture, when peace, unity and harmony
will prevail between the heretofore
widely differing sections Of this coun-
try.
When commercial and social inter-
course shall have made our civilization
more homogeneous; when lines of
railway and telegraphs have brought |
us nearer together; when the hills OF
the South shall be dotted with school
houses and the education of the masses
shall be the rule and not the excep-
tion; when Christian Charity shall
shadow with her white wings the
South land as she does the North;
when justice, mercy and peace shall
reign there as here; when humanity,
even in dark skin, can have home
and friend in every hamlet Of this
broad land-then the lessons taught
the rising generation, South and
North, will be love of country and
loyalty to the union and the flag;
then the children of the South and
North alike will reap the fruits of our
great victory; then the smoke Of the
forge, the mill and the factory will
rise up to kiss the Southern skies; the
hum of industry will gladden. the
whole land from Lakes to Gulf, and
from Ocean to Ocean; Southern in
dustry will produce wealth to the
many, instead of to the few; the re-
wards of toll will go to the toiler, in
stead of to a master; wealth distrib-
uted will bring education, refinement
and happiness to the masses, instead
Of to class. and that dark race, that
people whose ancestry was bred and
sold as chattels, standing forth in the
broad sunlight of freedom-freedom
not in name alone-will rise, through
industry, education and refinement.
to the full dignity of noble manhood
and womanhood, adding to the mate
rial wealth, the strength, the great
ness and the glory Of our common
country.
Then the wall Of the lost cause will
be no longer heard in the land. Men
will cease to erect monuments to trail
tors, and the names Of the leaders Of
the great rebellion will be sunk into
oblivion-lost in forgetfulness. Then
the children of the South and North,
aye, and their children's children to
the latest generation, will rise up and
call the name Of the martyred Lincoln
| blessed.
My comrades, while we lay flowers
upon, the graves of those comrades
who sleep in the very shadow of home,
where loving hands will come, as the
seasons come, to dress and decorate
their graves, we should not forget that
there are those sleeping far away. Let
US not forget those who went down to
the sea in ships; who guarded our land
while tossed upon old Oceans bosom;
those who met death amid the majes-
tic grandeur of those terrible gunboat
engagements. Where are they?
Wrapped in coarse sail cloth; with
few sad words, few manly tears of a
shipmate, short prayer, they were
| lowered into watery grave. A sweep
Of the sea wave and all trace of them
was lost. The poet said Of such as
they:
'No tomb shall e'er plead to remembrance of
Or redeem form or frame from the merciless
But the whfse sadss foam of waves shall thy winding
And winds in the midnight of winter thy
And let us remember that there are
forms Of somebody's loved ones"
sleeping in the far off South land.
While many comrades rest beneath
marble and bronze, there are thous-
ands who were buried along the lines
of march, around field hospitals, bur-
led on the battlefield, buried by friends
and buried by foes, but they lie IN un-
marked graves. They sleep along the
mountain sides, and by the rivers Of
the South, in the cotton fields, the oak
groves, the cedar thickets and the pine
forests, but they sleep in peace.
ION Fame's eternal camping ground
sssas Lsnsi Fl
A grateful nation has done much to
preserve their dust and keep their
memories sacred, still thousands
ksst Aas lie SnsEs sEers tsfK they yss5iss' fsii.
Springtime will decorate their graves
with wild flowers, and the soft breezes
Of the Sunny South, signing through
the oaks, the cedars and the pines, will
chant their requiems as the seasons
come and go, but no friend will ever
come to breathe sigh above them or
drop a flower or tear upon their
graves. The plowshare Of the planter
may turn the mold above them, but
they will sleep ON in peace until that
bright morning when the last grand
reveille shall sound, and the sleeping
nations come forth, then this band of
heroes, who went down to death fight
ing the battle of liberty, the battle Of
humanity, will "fall in" to ranks, uni
formed ill shining robes; they will
march to angel music. and bivouac on
the bright plains above.
''Pap" Thomas, the idol of the Army
of the Cumberland-the Rock Of |
Chickamauga-went home nearly a
score Of years ago, then Meade and
Hancock joined him there, while
Fighting Joe" had preceded them
by half a score of years, to fight no
more. but rest, with them 'above the
clouds" And now our gallant COM
rade Little Phil"-comrade to the
boys Of every Army Corps-dashing
Phil Sheridan, whose presence fur
nished courage for an Army Corps
he who never knew defeat, is lying in
the very shadow onlu waitinn wait