The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-04-27

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I a compact between states.
And set, here IN the south have been
800 ~. nav is-ss- .i-I 49,
trine that this b. a consolidated nation,
and that the reserved rights Of the states
are an exploded myth New men. men with
new names. names now mentioned FOR the
ilrst time IN history, names that are not
TO De found on any muster roll OF any
army. go about prating about new
south and sneering at th- old south
roasting or new CIVILIZATION OF Which
they are the apostles and mammon is the
| tiiular divinity, they embrace every OPP
pQflunltE 70 proclaim the TACT that they
belong TO the new south. and not the old.
4leE are correct. The old south knew
them not and IN they had any fathers
no account was taken OF them. For
time they were more numerous and more
noisy than they are now, but there are
yet 20 be found some who believe that
they know better, and coulu have done
better. than the men OF the old regime.
and who would teach our children that
their fathers who were confederate sol
diers have nothing to be proud Of. and
that the least said about the war the
better.
If such there be. 20 make him well,
For him no minstrel raptures swell,
High though his titles. proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,
Despite those titles, power and pelf
The wretch cOncentered all in self,
Living shall forfeit fair renoWn
And doubly dying shall go down,
To the vile earth from whence he sprung,
JnWept, unhonoreu, and unsung.
] care not how many millions one such
may amass, i care not how much infiu-
ence and power his wealth may purchase.
as for me and my house. its doors viii
open with quicker welcome, and its
hearthstone viii more cheerily warm for
the poorest confederate veteran, in all his
iatiers ana rags. than for this new south
But this is a day for "Reminiscences
Places of business are closed, we turn
away from the toll and struggle of life,
for a day. and dwell IN the tents Of
memory. Figures reappear that long
We're loved and familiar; scenes stirring
our blood, again pass once
more before our eyes. and
some of those whose familiar voices
would be heard to-day if these voices
were not hushed, rise no before us.
But there are some Of whom / feel that
I should speak. Tom Comak, whose bright
sword flashed for the last time in the rays
OF the setting sun at CramptOms Gap, as
he fell within twenty steps OF the enemy
line.
Tom Mosely. whose smooth girlish face
see before me now as we sat side by side
I'm the class room at the university and
whose warm grasp of the hand and moist
ened eye l remember as we parted on the
old university campus, two school boys.
one 10 the western army, the other TO Nlr-
ginia. At PerTyville, Kentucky, leading
his company in a second and then third
charge, against battery of the enemy, his
beardless face ablaze with the JOY Of battle
and his youthful figure trans formed into
hero's stature he fell as he mounted the
works of the enemy. Even in that fierce
charge his gentle nature showed itself, for
his only command in the third charge was
Come on boys Just once more" The blue
grass of Kentucky was never Redeemed
with nobler blood and a Drawer boy or man
never died. How true it is
THE bravest are the tenderest,
The loving are the daring"
Lord King, whose knightly figure was
seen for the last time at Fredericksburg,
and whose brave spirit passed away in
sight of both armies. Carrying an order
from Gen. McLaws in the midst of the bat
tie he disdained TO go around behind the
curving earthworks but walked straight
through the murderOus fire till ne fell.
Col. Charles Lamar, who was serving as
an aide on the STAFF OF Maj Gen. Howell
Cobb at Columbus, Ga, when II was car
ried by storm by the federal forces under
Gen. Wilson, and who fell in the last few
moments of the battle. / mad been order
ed by Gen. Cobb to take a company or men
and piece of artillery and hold the Geor-
gia end of the upper bridge across the
river until he could withdraw his forces
from the city. We all knew what that
meant; we were put there to stay and II
was not expected that any of US would
come out. Suddenly, silently. Col Lamar
rode up by my side. l said: Colonel.
what are you doing here" Don't you
know what we were put here for?'' Get
I Iody III had All 10 be saerifeed I'VE were put
here to be sacrificed. 4 know II, ne
replied Il heard you were down here and
l have come TO Stay with you.
In a few minutes the fighting was hand
to hand. II was in the duSky twllgnt a
federal cavalryman whose horse had been
shot from under him stepped in front Of
BLACK Cloud. the horse Col Lamar was
riding, seized the bit with his left hand
and threw up his carbine with his right
and called on Lamar to surrender; quick
as lightning he plunged his spurs INTO
his horses sides and tried to ride over his
opponent. At the instant, as the horse
reared and plunged above the soldier, ne
fired. and at the crack of the carbine
Lamar feH lifeless to the ground. In a
few minutes ! was captured. Inc prison
/ very near the place where Col. Lamar fell.
/ / asked permission to go out and recover
| his body II was granted and under
guard four OF us prisoners went out and
| found him right where he fell. We brought
/ him into the place where we were con-
| fined, composed his limbs laid him out
/ upon the ground, and then laid ourselves
/ down by his side. He slept that night
| among his friends. Green be the grass
/ above him! / never pass his grave with
out fancying that can almost hear again
! the words he spoke when he Joined me at
1 the bridge: Il know it, heard you were
down here and have come to stay with
The period of the war was an era to it.
/ self The deeds that were done, the blood
/ that was shed, the prayers that we're said
| and the songs that were sung are warm
/ and passionate, filled with emotion. The
/ poetry of the war, wrought out of heart
/ and brain at white heat, much of 1t de
/ served to be preserved, but, unfortunately
/ much of IL is lost. Some of the fugitive
! pieces are beautiful, and the spirit of the
/ time is IN every line. faInlllaf 10 many
| are Somebody's Darling" My Mary
| land" "Ail Quiet Along the Potomac To-
| night" The incidents of the war, many
/ of them, were embalmed in verse The
stereotyped report after every battle, sc
many killed, so many wounded and sc
! many missing was the occasion of one OF
| the finest of these fugitive war poems
! It. so far as l know, has never been pub.
1 lished, except in the newspapers at the
| time it was written, just after the battle
| of the Seven Pines. 1t was entitled Mis-.
| sing" and was suggested by the report OF
| the missing after that battle. l wish
knew who wrote the lines. They deserve
to live.
MISSING.
| In the cool sweet hush of a wooded nook
Where the May buds sprinkle the greer
old sWard,
And the winds. and the birds and the
limped brook,
Murmur their dreams with a drows,
sound;
Who lies so still in the plushy moss
With his pale cheek pressed on breezy
CoucRed where the light and the shadow.
cross
Thro' the pickering fringe of the willow
Who lies alas!
| So still, so chill in the whispering grass
A soldier. clad in the ZOuaVe dress,
| hright-haircd man, with his lips apart