The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-04-22

Beattie, F. S. and j. S. Gorde, Blake.
N1ck, Allain. Gautreau, Albert, Cage.
My old regiment the Goth Louisiana,
has been fortunate in having faith
ful c'ronicler in Col. Winchester
Hall, who was seriously wounded at
the seige of Nickburg. We miss the
conrtly, unaffected gentleman of the
old school, Col. Alexander dc Clouet :
Col. Duncan :. Cage, the comraniona-
bic, refined man. whom every one
liked, but whose i'll health denied him
the pleasure of winning iaurels on the
field: Col. William C Grow. imretu
ons. brave. warm hearted Major VI.
Whitmel Martin, modest, Quiet. the
born soldier, whose untime'v death
only prevented him from attaining a
much higher rank: Pillsbury. Nee.
DIR. Lashl'rook, whose skillful minis
t:atlons so many gratefully remember ::
Sanders, Arrieux, Tallieu. Navarro.
BIsIand, Aycock. Tucker. Delahous-
save, Felix Grundv, Winde,, gallant.
l"Vahte and with Il heart so large and
warm that it would have required
THE PURSE OF FORTUNATUs
to have been able to respond to the
generous impulses of his nature.
Many other names of soldiers Just as
worthy, who have left to us the herit-
aea OF a good meme will suggest them
selves to YOU.
Comrades, the gray spr:ukled i'm our
locks, the few answering to roll call.
and the soldiers WHO every day lav
down their burdens and fall Us the
Wayside. admoniSIl us that soon we
will be called upon to lay down onr
arms.
Let me beg that You will cherish
your Organization by kindly inter
course with each other, keep up the
touch Of the elbows, align yourselves
with all that is best. ana good. and.
when at last tattoo is beat and taps
are sou'ted ard the lights of life are
oat and stiffness lcisus, nlay eaca one
so fear!essly sleep that he can wrap
the drapery of his couch about him
and lie dtwn to pleasant Dreams
In conclusion: wishing each and ev-
cry one of you All abundant measure
OF prosperity and of long and happy
life, l know no more fitting close than
in the words Of the poct-pliest Father
Ryan:
"A land without ruins is land
without memories ; Il land without
memories is Il land without liberty.
A land that wears laurel crown may
be fair to see, but tWine Il fcw sad cy-
press leaves around the brow of any
land. and be that land beautiess and
bleak, it becomes lovely in its conse
Grated cor0net of sorrow, aud it wins
the sympathy OF the heart and history.
Crowns of roses fade crowns of
thorns endure. Calvares and cruci-
fixes take deepest hold of humanity.
The triumphs of might are transient,
they pass away and are forgotten.
The sutferines Of right are craven
deepest on the chronicles of nations"
'Ies, give me the land where the
ruins are spread.
And the living tread light on the
hearts Of the dead;
the dust,
And bright with the deeds Of the
down -trodden just.
Yes, give me the land that hath le-
genas and lays,
E., i,shriniug the memories of long van-
lshed days;
Yes, give me the land that hath story
and Song,
To tell of the strife of the Ri ight with
the Wrong;
Yes, give me the land with Il grave
i'll each spot,
And names on the graves that shall
not be forgot
Yes, give me the land of the wreck
and the tomb,
There's grandeur in graves, there's
glory in gloom.
For out of the gloom future bright
ness is born,
AS after the night looms the sunrise
of morn;
and the graves OF the dead with the
grass overgrOwn,
May yet form the fOotstool of liber-
tvs throne,
AnG each single wreck in the war
path Of Might,
Shall yet he rock in the Temple of
Right"