The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-04-26

N. L. Boyd. Col. A. r. Lawton Jr.,
Messrs. ~ J. Thomas J. DeBruyn Hops,
Clay T. NJ. Cunningham. Jr., J. j. hewitt,
A: A. Lawrence, Edgar Denmark, George
w. Beckett. f. r. Lowell, r. Nj. Butler
w. r. McIntire. G. /. Taggart. Jr., c. T.
and j. F. Lewis.
Shortly before 10 O'Clock. the dinner over
Col. Screven announced in justice, ne
said. both to Judge Spencer r. Atkins
son and to the gentleman who was to
take his place, that the committee re-
ceived notice only this afternoon by
telegraph from Judge Atkinson, saying a
temporary illness had prevented him from
coming to Savannah, and that Hon. Pope
OF the moment. He introduced Mr.. Bar
Tow, who responded to the first toast
Georgia and Her University"
ar. Barrow spoke Of Georgia as having
been at its foundation an abolition and a
prohibition colony. 1t has about gotten
pack TO that old state, he said. The
founders Of the University, he said, built
more wisely than they knew. Wiser and
broader words Incorporating an instltu-
ton OF this kind, he said, than those in
the preamble of the act Incorporating the
state University, never appeared any,
where. These words we're written in 1885,
just III years ago. He referred especially
TO the words with regard to the import
ance or educating the young and to the
Sact that all must be admitted to the in
Stltution regardless of their religious
views or continents. He read a poem
ferring especially to Athens and surround
ing scenes, which was much appreciated
by the University boys.
This poem was written by Gen. Henry r.
jackson fifty years ago. but has lately
peen revised, as follows:
The red old hills of Georgia,
SO bald, and bare, and bleak;
Their memory fills my spirit
With thoughts l cannot speak.
they have no robe of verdure-
Stript naked to the blast
And yet of all the varied earth,
/ love them best at last.
4 love them for the pleasure
With which my life, was blest,
When, erst, left in boyhood
My footsteps on their breast
When in the rains had persisted
Those steps from plain and knoll.
Then vanished in the storm of grief
joys footprints from my soul.
The red old hills of Georgia!
My heart is on them now,
Where, fed by golden streamlets,
OcOnee's waters flow.
love them with devotion,
Though washed so bald and bare;
How can my spirit eer forget
The warm hearts throbbing there.
love them for the loving
The generous. brave and gay
And for the dead who slumber
within their breasts of clay.
love them for the bounty,
Which cheers the social hearth;
! love them for their rosy girls
The fairest OF the earth
The red old hills of Georgia!
Where, where on earth's broad face,
Does Freedoms heaven-born spirit
Updraw a nObler race?
In Switzerland and Scotland,
Each patriot heart il thrills;
But surel ii yields a mightier sway
Among our Georgia hills.
And where upon their surface
Is soul to pity dead,
When, when has hungry stranger,
Gone from those hills unfed?
There bravery and charity
Move always hand in hand
Upon your washed and naked hills
MY own, my native landr
The red old hills OF Georgia!
] never can forget;
At work, in JOY, IN sorrow,
l proudly see them yet.
And when my course Is ended
No more 20 toll or rove,
May ! be placed in their dear CLASH
To rest with those i lOvel
Mr.. S. b. Adams spoke upon the pa,,
toast Legal and Moral Justice" Justice
ne saloi % the foundation of an govern
mem ana society. Legal justice whici
COURTS administer may not ALWAYS 81 ff,ar
az % ethical justice. } believe la legal ans
tiss Laws must Doe general, ln q mcasun
.itliieiai, ans % you win technical SOM
% fiAeanehs % principle is neoessa ~
"'N sac government without e Is IA a Ia,