The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-07-04

4Biying charm of famous words ntly spokei'
While vet the echoes Of the battle might
have seemed to linger in the awed and grey
ing air while far beyond the IoI9iLltaS
the hostile armies still lay encamped anu VA
final issue of the war was yelled, stood tno g.
and patient and devoted man, whose pu'
was greater than that of any man OF ms keu.a 60
alton ana as greatly borne as any soieI' ron,
sponsibility in human hstory-the man No.. De-
whom no disappointment. nor cali1'n y,ort an
feat nor calamitous disaster co'ii ~. +ba
unkind or unpenerous word OF a single lpt ~
man who said Of the southern soiuIei9 ha, 80 "a
war began that like their opponents ny ny saI,,e
American citizens with essentially VIZ 49,
ehsartar;stjcs and mowers; exceptional adVah-
tages on one side are counterbaIahceu ~ eA -,
ti6nal advantages on the Oter' we Il''1'
rnoEa nm orr minds that man for man me sol
der from the south will be match LOT lhe
soldier from the north, and wee versa ny d
singular fortune, like Washington through Dom
parents son of Virginia, he shares WIN "asn-
inpton the affectionate gratitude or MS coun-
trv Upon this field he spoke the few simple
words which enshrine the significance OF the
great controversy and which have become
part of this historic scene, TO endure WIN Ihe
memory of Gettysburg and to touch the heart
and exalt the hope Of every American from the
p1Ilf to the lakes and from ocean To ocean, so
long as this valley shall smile with spring and
glow with autumn, and day and night ana SEED
Time and harvest shall not fail.
Already he had said with the pathetic yearn-
,ng OF a true American heart while the war was
imminent but had not yet begun: we are not
enemies DUt IrltNdS, we iluSL ubt Dt chSlhitSs
Though passion may have strained it must not
break our bonds of affection. The mystic cords
OF memory stretching from every battlefield ana
natriot grave TO every living heart and hearth
stone all over this broad land, will yet swell the
chorus of the union when again touched, as
surely they will be, by the better angels or our
nature" To-day his prophetic vision is fulfilled.
The murmur of these hosts of peace encamped
upon this field of war, this universal voice OF
friendly greeting and congratulation, these
cheers of the gray echoing the cheers of the
blue, what are they but the answering music
Of these cords of memory the swelling chorus
of the union responding to the better angels of
our nature? II there be joy in heaven this day
1t is in the heart of Abraham Lincoln as he
looks down upon this field of Gettysburg .
MARCH OF THE ARMIES
Twenty-Five years ago soldiers of the gray,
breaking up on the Rappahannock just month
before this day, your hearts beating high with
the Joy of many victories your hopes bent upon
turning back triumphantly the food Of aggres-
sive war, you eluded the foe, and crossing the
Potomac moved swiftly forward up the Cumber-
land valley, your fires by night flashing against
yonder mountains your long stretched lines by
day pressing forward until they lowered around
this spot reaching in sudden incursions even
across the Susquehanna and meditating in the
tranquil heart of great and prosperous com
monweath, mighty blow which should shake
the capital, dishearten the people and prac-
tically decide the issue of the war. The
mountains saw your force concentrating yonder
TO the northwest perilously near to this little
town and TRANQUILITY awaiting the dawn of a
day of anticipated victory. Meanwhile, soldiers
of the blue, long-tried, untiring and undis-
mayed marching farther TO the east and cover
ing the capital, you moved northward on
various lines, uncertain of the point where bat
tie would be offered, but pressing steadily under
a burning sun, looking for the foe, undisturbed
although upon your march your commanding
general was changed, still pushing on toward
the spot which sheltered hitherto in happy OBJ
security, was about to be baptized with fire and
blood into a fame as wide and lasting that of
Thermopyl@ and Blenheim and Bunker Hill.
The sun of Gettysburg rose on the first of July
and saw the army of the gray already advanc-
ing in line of battle; the army of the blue still
Fastening eagerly forward and converging to
this point. The glory of midsummer filed this
landscape as II nature had arrayed a fitting
scene for a transcendent event. Once more the
unquailing lines so long arrayed against each
other stood face to face. Once more the mex
pressbe emotion mingled of yeaTning mem
DRY, of fond affection, of dread foreboding, of
high hope, of patriotic enthusiasm, and of stern
resolve, swept for moment thouS-
ands of brave hearts, and the
next instant the overwhelming storm of battle
burst For three long, proud, immortal days it
ragged and swayed, drifting from Seminary hill
far round to VOLTS hill and Culp's HILL then
sweeping back with desperate fury striking the
Peach Orchard and dashing with flash and roar
upon Little Round Top and Round Top, raging
IN Devil Den, the earLn LremDlng, the air
quivering, the sky obscured with shouting
charge, and rafting volley, and laundering
cennonade piling the ground with mangled and
bleeding blue and gray, the old, the young, but
always and everywhere the devoted and the
brave Doubtful the battle hung and paused
Then formidable bolt of war was forged on
yonder wooded height and launched
with whitening blasts and roar of fire against
the foe. II was living bolt and sped as If re-
sistless. II reached and touched the flaming
line of the embattled blue II pierced the line
For one brief moment in the sharp agony of
mortal strife II held its own. II was the su-
preme moment of the peril of the union IL was
the heroic crisis of the war. But the fiery force
was spent. In one last wild. tumultuous strug-
gle brave men dashed headlong against men as
brave, and the next moment that awful bolt of
daring courage was melted in the fervent heat
vas fought.
CONFEDERATE HERoIsM
The sun that set on Gettysburg had not seen,
indeed, the end of the war. The army that with
drew from the field maintained from that day a
war of defense but with skill, a courage and a
persistence, which, although they could not
summon on either side Drawer men than fought
at Gettysburg called larger armies to the field
and demanded still greater sacrifice. The actual
issue was long delayed But not one army alone
determined the result it was the cooperation
of the east and west which at length prevailed
Here at Gettysburg Meade and his ustrious
lieutenantS had written their names in our
OF the last great chief of the war have
identified their renown; Sherman, who has out
lived all foes and calls every truehearted
American his friend; the silent, noble generous
Thomas; Sheridan, our romantic Murat, our
chivalric Rurert, whose laurels will crown with
unfading lustre the memory of the bravest of
the brave; and n great multitude of gallant
officers worthy to rank with these and to lead
men as dauntess as the men they fought. But
by happy Providence il was decreed that the
leader of all these leaders and of the united
armies should be a patriot with whom.
al the head of million of victorious
secure It was with Washington, whose
m2GnanImity was worthy of bis country, who,
dying. knew no section and no Zoe, and by whose
bier, torecastlng The happy day that we behold,
walked, mourning and hOnoring, the leutPnants
Of Lee. his CID foemen in the field. Might
people not justly consider itself the favorite of
heaven which, led by Washington to indepen-
dence, then torn by angry domestic strife
should find Itself brought to perfect and en-
during peace, with malice toward none, with
charity for all, by the patriotism of Lincoln and
the magnanimity Of Grant
Fellow Americans, IN telling any part OF the
story of America we seem to boast The simple
statement OF the truth sounds like fairy tale
Yet could the citizen of any country eXalt his
land with more reason than wey What other
civilized state stretches from ocean to ocean
with such unchallenged continental dominion,
with sucn realm OF natural grandeur and
beauty, with so vast population, SO free SO
intelligent, SO industrious, so contenteds In
older countries. IN the soft air of the stored past
amid accumulated riches of art, and litera-
ture, and long and romantic legend the finest
flower OF civilization may seem to bloom But
II civilization mean human welfare the happi-
ness Of the individual man. a fairer opportunity
a nobler ideal, more equally ditfused we'll
being. then this very year America whose
true significance is fair play for all men, is the
century plant of civilization, covered with the
opening blossoms OF greater general welfare