The Springdale news., 1890-02-14
AN ADDRESS
D delivered to the Hemps tead Cayaiary Tn 1861 by Miss Belle Smitii, Now
 Mrs. Jo HOleOmb,

I We present to our readers, to. day, this beautiful, classic and soul stirring address. There is no ne- cessity that comparisons be made between this and similar produe- l tons delivered on similar occasions. They all speak for themsclves,- and each one who heard or read them, may judge for himself. Sui flee it to say, that this was most elo- quently and admirably delivered. The large numbers present-not only the Hampstead Cavalary, but several other compames, all drawn up in military array. fully equipped for the war, and almost the entire town of Washington-were all moved to tears. There was but one opinion as to the performance that it was perfect. We will vouch, that no soldier who heard the ad- dress delivered, and saw the beau titul and eloquent oratress, while she was delivering it, will ever forget either the address, or her. self;
 GENTLEMAN OF THE HAMPSTEAD CAvALAKY: In behalf of the lad1es of BolsD' Arc Township, 1 have the honor to present you with thls mil. itary ensign. It IS the workman ship of the daughters of the South; it is baptised with the warm atfec- tons of gushing hearts, and conse- crated by their prayers.
 We give it to you, not to be borne as by an invader upon the soil of those we once called brothers, not to desolate their homes, and make dear their fresides. We know the noble deccndants of the Cavalier and Hugenot would seorn to accept it for such an unholy purpose, you will ever be as ready to protect the weak and innocent of your foes, as to strike down the strong and wicked.
 Soldlers' you have done all that brave men could do. You have lmplored your enemles for peace at any sacrifice, save tha; ofhonor and independence, Your generous of- fets have been miseonstrued and scorned. They insist upon invad- Ing our soil. Then
 Welcome be CumDerland's steed to
 the shock,
 Let him dasii his proud form like a
 wave on the rock.
 1 But woe be to Lincoln, and woe to his cause
 When the Southern his ClaYmore ln-
 dlgnantly draws.
 Just above us yonder, our sister State of Missouri, wrlthes in chalns -groans in bondage more cruel than classic Greece, or i'll fated Ire land, her towns are saeked-her houses in fames-her helpless fe- males butehered in cold blood. Her brave Governor stands like a lion at bay, and a noble Spartan band have gathered around hlm. They guard the Tbermopyl@ of the pas, sage that leads to our own noble State. Moved to pity and commis- seratIon, and feeling all that moth CTS, wives and sisters ever feel for the Injured and oppressed, we pre- sent you with this banner, and pray God that It may soon wave in tri- umpb over the desoIated homes of our down-troden friends in Mis- souri and free our own soil from the vandal tread of the oppressor. Then on to their rescue hearts ot steel On to their rescue souls 0i,hre; Let patriot $ love inspire your zeal
 To conquer, triumph, or eXpire.'
 Soldiers you will soon 90 from our midst, around the firesldes, and familiar places of our homes and sanctuaries; you will be missed and sorrowed for; but oh, we bid you remember that the prayers and tears of mothers, sisters and friends will be with you wherever you go. We Lave tearlessly and eonfdingly entrusted our banner to your noble keeping. Withlt 20 all our hopes Of protection from the heartless monsters who spare neither "age, sex or condition." Around 1t will finger fond memories of loved ones who leave home and it's endear- ments to try the dangers of the battle field for our protection. In the thickest ot the fight. in the widest and most daring hour of the conflict, remember that a moth. CTS eye rests upon it and you, and the prayers of fond ones hover about It.
 More I cannot say.-Ne hope soon to welcome your return, and with it the glad tidings of victory and peace. But oh! If you come motif you fall, whether it be amld the proud old hills of Arkansas, or on the bleak plains of Missouri, your resting place will be holy spot, and
 When springs, with dewy fingers cold Returns todeck thy hallowed mould, She than shall dress a sweeter sod
 Than fancy's foot hath ever trod
 Soldiers, farewell! May Heaven shield and protect you, and may you return crowned with wrcat hes of victory.
 The author of the above was a sister of Mir. J F.. Smith, of this city. She was only about sixteen years old when this address was delivered Tn Washington in the | SEI 1,