The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-04-27

God the richest blessings on our sons can feel
| even In all the mental agony which wrings our
hearts, that our prayers have been heard and
that our sons have been mercifully taken, fresh
! from the patriotic fields where they gave their
| young lives rich with every hope for their
| country. to dwell with him who does not will
ilngly aftiict his children, in blessed immortal.
Ity Il did not ask OF the gods" exclaimed
Aenophon, when told of the death of his son,
that my son SHOULD never die; only prayed
tnat he might live virtuousy and die noby."
II a pagan father who had not, as we have, the
blessed ialth Which tells oil. a reunion beyond the
grave, could utter suCa a sentiment, surely the
christian father need not Rrieye, as one without
nope, for the son who died nobly for his country
Let THIS thought console us for the loss OF our
Aihdred, who have nobly died. and let us devote
al our energies to the patriotic duty OF binding
! up the wounds of our bleeding land, of promot-
ing It's welfare, and of invoking white-robed
| peace to bless our country forever.
| The Roman senate decreed a triumph to one
OF their heroic citizens because, amid all dangers
threatening his country. he never despalred OF
the republic. Many and great dangers surround
! US, and they may well appall the stoutest heart.
"Hark! from the abyss voice proceeds
| long, low distant murmur of dres sound,
such as arises when a nation bieeds
| from some deep, Unavoidable wound
From the hearts of our people comes up that
murmur Of dread sound, " which tells of the
become US to yield to despair.
Never despair; the darkest day
| Live till to-morrow-Will have passed away
II we will but be true to our principles. to our
| iatnerland, and TO our God, the future may
| bring us ample compensation for the past.
! adJure you then, by all the glorious memories
| OF tnat past, by all the hopes of the future, to
dedicate yourselves to the service of your coun-
try; be steadfast to the right; stand fast
| ITO stand or fall, free in thine own arbtra-
ment 1t lies. -
In the early annals Of the Saracens a story is
| told OF the heroic conduct of the mother OF one
| OF the caliphs who was besieged in Mecca
| when he perceived himself forsaken on oil
sides" says the historian, 'he went to his
mother and said TO her, %, mother! The peo-
| pie and even my own children have deserted
me. My enemies are ready to give me, If l will
! submit, whatever | can desire In this world
| What do you advise me to do?' Son. said she,
| Judge for yourself If. as you pretend to be,
| you know that you are In the right,
| persevere, for your friends have died for
| the sake Of it. But il thou choosest the present
| world, alas, bad servant! Thou hast destroyed
| myself and those who were killed for thee.
And II thou sayeSt, i stood to the truth, but
| when my friends declined was weakened, this
| is neither the part of an Ingenious nor re-
| hglous man. And how long can you continue
| in this world? Death is more eligible. '" He
| took the advice of his mother and leaving off
| his armor. SO as to meet death the more surely,
| ne sailed forth and gave his life for the cause
| he believed to be true. Centuries have rolled
| by since the brave words uttered by that noble
| woman were spoken, but they are as true, and
as applicable as they were Thousand years
| ago. Judge for yourself. If, as you pretend
| 70 be, you know that you are in the right. per
| severe in it, for your friends have died for the
sake oft" Sublime sentiments clothed In noble
| words, intoxicating lesson to the women Of the
south for all generations to GOMEZ Let them
teach their children that their fathers fought
| for the right; that they were inspired by as
| Just a cause as ever fred the hearts or nerved
| the arms of patriots, and that. though the
| cause has gone down in disaster, in ruin, in
| blood, not one stain OF disholor rests upon it
speak in behalf OF my dead comrades l
speak not for the victors. but for the van
| pushed; not for those who wear the laurel, but
| for those whose emblem is our mourntul
| cypress-our confederate dead,
sing the hymn of the conquered who fell in
| the battle Of life
The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who
died overwhelmed in the strife;
| Not the Jubilant song of the vlctors, for whom
| the resounding acclaim
OF nations was lifted in chorus, whose brows
wore the chaplet of fame,
| But the hymn of the low and the humble, the
weary, the broken in heart
| Who stTove, and VINO failed, acting bravely
| silent and desperate part;
| Whose youth bore no flowers on its branches;
! whose hopes burned in ashes away;
| From whose hands slipped the prize they had
| grasped at, who stood at the dying of day
| With the wreck of their lives all around them,
| unpitied, UNDECIDED, alone,
| With death swooping down DER their failure,
| all but their faith overthrow.
| While the voice OF the world shouts its chorus
| its pecan
| For those who have won
While the trump pet is sounding triumphant and
high to the breeze and the sun.
Glad banners are waving. hands clapping. and
| hurryiEg feet,
Thronging after the laurecrowned vctorS, I
stand on the field OF defeat
| In the shadow with those who are fallen, aud
wounded and dying-and there
Chant a requiem low, place my hand on their
| pain knitted brows, breathed prayer,
| Hold the band that is helpless and whisper:
| They only the victory win.
| Who have fought the good fight
Who have held to their faith unseduced by the
prize that the world holds on high;
| Who have dared for high cause TO suffer, re-
| sist. fRht-if need be to die"
Speak, History Who are LIES victors: Unroll
| their annals and say
Are they those whom the world called the vic
tors-who won the success of a day?
| The Martyrs or Nero? This SpartanS who fell at
ThermOpyle's tryst,
Or the PerSians and Xerxes? His Judges or
Socrates? Plate, or Christ?
At the conclusion of Gen. Hampton's
speech Rev. DR.. L. G. Vsss, chaplain of the
veterans association, offered a fervent
| prayer and pronounced the benediction
The band cornetists then played taps, and
the exercises at the monument were con-
cluded.
Gen. Hampton rode with his aids to Boil
ton street and the brigade reformed and
passed in review, saluting the general.
After the dismissal of the parade the Hus-
sars escorted Gen. Hampton and the vet
Grams TO their armory, where the dis
tinguished guest held public reception.
Hundreds OF people, among them many
ladies, called to pay their respects. The
regiment went in body after putting away
its equipments, and the scene was a brill
liant one. The Guards and Chatham
Artillery also attended. The reception
lasted over an hour.
Gen. Hampton will remain in the city to-
day and will probably be rendered an ex-
cursion down the river.
During the delivery OF Gen. Hampton's
speech the people kept crowding the mill
tsry until the police were ordered to force
them back, In doing this the officers knocked
down several children and numbers. mar.
rowly escaped being trampled under foot.