Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1893-05-18
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do the honors of thu. .ortol dead
diers heroes graves. ,,bv. Pol
"1e living spirits OF the III ndyil
Johnston, Stewart, Cooke, As .
Lee and Jackson, with all your u.
army, still gather round that South
flag which your mortal hands defended
when the enemy would have seized it, and
keep its folds from shameful stain!
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These who haYe testified to the truth
and honesty of our cause and sealed their
testimony with their blood have TT MS
mitted to us TIE valuable lesson of I'M
daunted heroism and manly courage
against fearful odds. Let US take it with
us into our lives to-day, and learn from
them how men "can die but cannot lie,'
how. to meet and grapple with the enc
mics of peace and noble man and
womanhood, anyhow to triumph as did
they.
But" you say, they were conquered;"
we admit we were, in a sense, hut in log
ing we grandly won, and cur loss was a
victory unparalleled in the history of mas
tons.
Every defeat Of the Southern army was
a Confederate victory. The world may
talk of '%forlorn hopes" but the odds
against us were irresistibly great.
;, Indomitable courage and ~unconquers
able fortitude were characteristic Of our
5 noble boys. They possessed that moral
courage that never acknowledges defeat
Ask these veterans of the gray, God
bless them, who fought on many fields
: Of which battle and defeat they are most
ashamed, and you will get an Indignant
and unanimous reply, "none sir"
No! We are ashamed of nothing we did
our only regret being we that
CoULD o DC MORE.
What if we did lose, the day at Franklin
and Gettysburg. 1t was no fault of the
those fields to-day, and we give then
honor as among the bravest and best sol
d diers who fought in our cause. Thei
V very retreats We're triumphal marches
But go to Appomatox if you would be
e hold the crowuing glory of the Confede
rate Army!
l. See the poor, half starved, half clothed
t. barefooted corporals guard of eight thou
Sc sand individual wrecks of manhood
ID throwing down their empty cart.idg
boxes and battered guns, and weepin
k bitter tears!
N Conquered? MOI by all that's tru
Sc and holy, no! Men like that were Nc
es born to be conquered! Death itself ha
n no power over such as they
r Who would not rather nave been one {
is that ragged host that wept and surrel
Id dered at Appomatox than Commander
IS, Chief of the Federal army?
I We love to think of that host Of gray We
1t, Grams and our hearts applaud when Il
tic world looks on and admirers.
Then let Us see to it that the memory
,ot these noble men and their nobl deeds
of valor never, never die. Our privileged
ise to cone here each ear and strew the
o. graves with garlands of the sweetest floJ
rst ers of Spring. And we would sire
them with unstinted hand; too lavish v
cannot be.
nd And now let me add a word of char!
to the noble women of the South. J
est know and always do your duty well, b.
,er never, amid the distracting cares of lii
forget to do your duty here. Let livil
-er flowers bespeak the memory in which OF
or noble dead are ever held.
N Transmit to your sons and daughte
the living truth, that they may teach the
srs children, too, that no grander honor ca
nd ever in this world be worn by mort
To- man than that his father was a COME
oly crate soldier brave and true.
we Peace, peace, to the ashes of our hero
dead =
uf- Sleep on, ye heroes, sleep,
he Wrapped in your martial shrou
i'd. Let every eye in memory weep;
nd Let every head be bowed
Wy No more for you the drum shall be
No more the bug,e scream,
wei Till death forever shall retreat
And life eternal gleam-
lor
nix Then on floods of living light
he Your ransomed spirits rise,
all And wing their everlasting fight
na- To heaven beyond the skies.
After the address, which was
re- we'll received that the Veterans
for Thos. Rufin Camp Immediately,
uds the grounds, unanimously request
ON
an. its publication, the bugler of
aim Rifles, Mr.. Leopold Cohn, sound
Ugh Taps and the usual salutes W.