The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1891-11-12
BILL ARP.
An Appeal to the Veterans Of half Il
dozen States.
ATLANTA Consultation.

buried in the cemetery at the University
of Virginia, near Charlottesville. Two
hundred and twenty. FIVE of these are
Georgians. The good people who live
there have not neglected their graves and
have expended s1,50o on the enclosure
and the shrubbery. But the Old Domin'
ion is almost universal graveyard, and
it is not right for the other States to
throw all the burden upon them. The
appeal now comes to US for help. There
is hardly Georgia regiment that is not
represented in that cemetery, and every
soldiers name and company has been
carefully preserved, and every grave
carefully identified. Two years ago
similar appeal was made from Fredericks.
burg, and our people responded as patri-
OTIS and Christians. and every grave is
marked with a marble headstone. That
good work is done-well done--perma-
nently done, and those who gave the dol.
lar for one soldier will have a good Gre
Dental when they meet these soldiers
"across the river"
Many years ago James Berry was con.
victed of robbery in our Court. The
evidence was strong, but altogether cir
cumstantial, and he was sent to the peni'
tentiary. he had served three years of
his time when another man, who was in
Jail in distant County charged with
robbery, sent for Judge Underwood and
said, -"I am guilty snd cannot escape. I
am also guilty of the crime for which
Berry is now in prison. He knew moth
ing about it and is innocent. It has
made me miserable all these years that
he is suffering for my crime. I don't
want to meet him and face him in the
penitentisry. I have now written my
confession and made plain my guilt and
his innocence, so please see the governor
and have him pardoned and sent away
before T get there. His poor, suffering
face will haunt me like ghost."s Berry
was released and Roberts convicted, but
they never met
When I ruminate upon the hard, long
service of these soldiers and their suffer-
ings and death afar from home and kin
dred, their worried burial in shallow
graves with no one to weep tear or send
a last message to those who loved them,
and when I ponder upon their neglected
graves and the Indifference of our people
it makes me shudder at the thought of
meeting them on the other side. believe
in that. We will all meet. I believe
that we will have to face every one we
have wronged or neglected. There is no
excuse for this neglect of our soldier
dead. One dollar for each grave will
mark it and keep it green and there are
thousands of our people who can spare
that much and be no poorer. Until this
is done it will not do for US to boast of
our patriotism or our gratitude.
The exposition is big thing, and so is
King Solomon and the cyclorama, ard
Atlanta is wonderful city, ard we see
thousands and thousands of dollars pour
ing into her hoppers every day and from
every train and as | looked upon the
hurryipg crowds wished that every man
and every woman would leave dime
somewhere to spend on our dead soldiers
graves. 1 wonder if there are not 225
good, big. hearted people in Georgia who
will send ne a dollar, or send il to Mrs.
W. B. Harris, at Charlottesville. Iwon-
der if there are not few who would send
SIS. I wonder if there are not eighty-two
in Alabama who can spare dollar for
her soldiers, and eighty.four in Louisi.
ana, and sixty-nine in Mississippi, and
two hundred in North Carolina, and thir-
teen in Florida, and 16l in South Carroll
na and one hundred and ninety-two in
Virginia. I looked over the list of our
Georgia boys who are sleeping there, and
wondered if their kindred knew where
they were buried. saw some familiar
names from the old Eighth, to which I
was attached. and wondered if the
friends of Funderburk and Huckaby and
Dunn knew of their buried place, and
that woman's loving hands did every
year place flowers on their graves. ] knew
those boys and it pleased me that their
bones are thus honored. They went at
the first call and did what they could.
General Lee did no more.
Friends, countrymen, good people, send
in your mites as the Lord hath blessed
you and let us preserve the homes of our
dead. I believe in churching and cult
waiting our emotions, our spiritual nature,
love, pity, gratitude; those virtues that
refine US here and will be a passport over
there. I believe in happy homes and
cheerful fresides and obedient children,
and in the faces that bring sunshine when
they come. This is my creed. Of course
there are ups and downs and losses and
crosses, and big troubles and little trou-
bles in every household, but they don't
last long and We anticipate a sight of
trouble that never comes. am in a lit
tie domestic trouble right now. but it
won't last long, I reckon. I've been let
ting the Jersey calf run in the grove in
front of the house and my wife told me
that cali would come up the steps and
eat up the flowers, but l said no; that
COWS had less sense than any other ami
nal, and calves dident have any, and no
body ever heard of calf climbing up
five steps to get into flower garden. She
had bordered the front yard with chry-
santhemams tina. were just beginning to
bloom, and sure enough when looked
out the front door this morning there
wasent a flower lett on one side of the
yard. They were all eaten down, and
the plagued calf had begun on the roses.
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