Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1891-09-23

Runn nc race girls prize. silver cup.
Cracker-catIng match-prize, music
harp.
Wheelbarrow race young ladies)-sun-
Two bands Will enliven the grounds with
their music.
A. will be seen the inspiration of the
exercises III the hall viii be hoerner, ard
truly was his life full of ennobling sugges-
tions. Nor was his death less so, IA fact
that Felicia iiemans has embalmed III the
following ringing verse:
The Death-Day of Koerner.
A song for the death-day OF the brave
\ song Of pride
The youth went down TO n hero's grave,
With the sword, his bride.
He went with his noble heart unworn,
And pure, and high
An eagle STOPPING from clouds OF morn,
Only TO die.
He vent with Tyre whose lofty tone
Beneath his hand
Had thrilled the name OF his God alone
And his faithful faiherland.
And with all his glorious feelings yet
In their first glow,
Like a southern stream that no frost hath met
To chain its flow.
song for tho dcath-day Of the brave
\ song OF pfllei
For him that went 10 a heros grave
With the sword, his bride.
He hath left n voice in his trumpet lays
TO turn the fight,
And a guiding spirit for after days,
Like watch-nrc's light.
And grief in his fathers soul TO rest,
Midst all high thought;
And memory unto his mothers breast,
With healing fraught.
And name and fame above the blight
OF early breath.
Beautiful beautiful and bright,
In life and death
A song for the dcath-day Of the bravo
4 song Of pride
For him thai went 10 n heros grave,
With the sword. his bride
HIS SISTERS LOVE.
Yet while Koernors patriotism. his dash
as soldier. his genius rs poet, his re-
hgious fervor, and his death have been
celebrated in song and in story, one of the
most touching things connected with his
memory was the devotion between HIM
self and his sister. Frederick Forester,
his biOgrapher, speaks IN tenderest strain
of their attachment. koerner died In
Foerster's arms, and the latter was i'm
buei with the same chivalrous spirit that
inspired his poet friend. Some years ago
Mr.. T.. V. Valentine. the sculptor, who
knew Forester well, having frequently
talked with him in the studio of his mas
ter. Kiss. wrote an article on "koerner's
Friend" for The Southern Magazine. In
that article he quotes a long
letter from Forster describing Il
meeting with Napoleon, III which he
could have killed the tyrant. and rid tho
world of him but declares that he would not
as the cause must he fought fairly. koer
ncr's sister died of grief over the loss of
her brother. She only lived long enough
after his death 70 pant portrait OF hun
and make a sketch OF his grave. She. was
buried near him, and over the gate Of the
cemetery is one of his own lines
Forget not the faithful dead
Mrs. Hemans has thus embalmed in
verse the memory of this devotion
kocrner and His sister.
Green wave the oak forever DER thy rest,
Thou that beneath its crowning foliage Sleep
And, in the stiffness of thy country's breast,
Thy place OF memory as an altar keepest;
Brightly thy spirit o cr hills were poured,
Thou OF the Lyre and Sword.
Rest, Bard rest, Soldier by thy Fathers han d
Here shall the child 0f after years be led,
With hi. wreath Offering silently 10 stand
In the hushod presence OF the glorious dead
Soldier and Bard for thou thy path hath trod
With freedom and with God.
The oak waved proudly DER thy burial rite,
ON thy crowned bier 10 sumber warriors bore
And with the true hearts thy brethren OF the
fight
wept as they yelled their dropping banners
DER thee;
And the deep guns with rolling peal gave token
That Lyre and Sword we're broken.
Thou hast n hero's tomb: n lOwer bed
IL hers. the gentle girl beside thee lying
TIE gentle girl that bowed her fair young head,
When thou vert gone, In silent sorrow dying.
Brother. true friend, tho tender and the brave =
she pincd 10 share thy grave.
Fame was thy gift from Others but for her.
70 whom the wide world held tlat only spot.
She loved thee. Lovely In your lives ye were,
And in your early deaths divided not.
Thou hast thine oak thy trophy, what hath she :!
Her own blessed place by thee.
II was thy spirit. brother, which had made
TIE bright earth 10 her youthful eve,
Since first in childhood midst the vines ye played
And sent glad singing through the free blue
sky.
Ye were but two. and when the spirit passed.
Woe TO the one. the last.
Woe, yet not long, She fingered but To trace
Thine image from the image OF her breast
Once, once again TO see that buried face,
But smile upon her ere she went 10 rest.
Too sad smile its living light was Ger;
Ii answered hers no more
The earth grew silent when thy voice departed,
The home too lonely whence thy step had ned;
What then, was left for her the faithful heart
ed.
Death. death, TO still the yearnng for tho
dead
Softly she pcrishcd be tho flower deplorcd
Here with the Lyre aud the Sword!
Have ye not met ere now-sO let those trust
That meet for moments but 10 part Tor years;
That weep, watch, pray, to hold back dust from
dust
That love where love is bat fonnt OF tears.
Brother! sweet sister. peace around ye dwell:
Lyre, sword, and flower. farewell