The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1896-06-10
MOUNDS OF THE DEAD.
REV. DR., TALMAGE breaches A Ne,
MORAL DAY SERMON.

MORAL DAY SERMON.
Lessons From the Four Years War OF the
Rebenion-rhe Spirit of Treaty and the
Spirit of war-self Defense and Its Du-
ties.
WASHINGTON, May 31.-What could
be more appropriate or stirring Than
this discourse by the Rev. DR.. Tai
mace at the time of year when the
friends of those who wore the blue and
the gray have decorated the mounds
of the fallen2 The text was Solomons S
Song iv, 4, 1.-The tower Of David build
ed for an armory, whereon there hang
a thousand bucklers, all shields Of
mighty men.
The church is here compared to an
armory, the walls hung with trophies
of dead heroes. Walk all about this
tower of David, and see the dented
shields, and the twisted swords, and
the rusted helmets of terrible battle.
So at this season, month earlier at
the south, month later at the north,
the American churches are turned
into armories adorned with memories
of departed braves. Blossom and
bloom. o walls, with stories Of self
sacrifice and patriotism and proves
By unanimous decree OF the people
of the United States of America the
graves of all the northern and south
ern dead are every year decorated. All
acer bity and bitterness have gone out
of the national solemnity, and as the
men and women of the south one
month ago fora!ized the cemeteries
and graveyards, so yesterday we, the
men and women Of the north, put
upon the tombs of our dead the kiss OF
patriotic affection. Bravery always
appreciates bravery, though it fight
on the other side, and If soldier OF
the Federal army had been month
ago at Savannah he would not have
been ashamed to march in the floral
professions to the cemetery: And II
Yesterday Confederate soldier was at
Arlington he was glad to put sprlg
of heartsease on the silent heart OF our
dead.
In battle during our last war the
Confederates were driving back the
Federals, who were in swift retreat,
whena Federal officer dropped wound
ed. One of his men stopped at the
risk Of his life and put his arms around
the officer to carry him from the field:
Fifty Confederate muskets We're aimed
at the vouno man who was picking up
the officer. But the Confederate cap
tain shouted: Hold. Don't fire.
That fellow is too brave to be shot. y
And as the Federal officer, held up by
his private soldier, went limping slow
lv off the field the Confederates gave
three cheers for the brave private, and
just before the two disappeared behind
a barn both the wounded officer ana
the brave private lifted their caps IN
gratitude to the Confederate captain.
Shall the gospel be less generous
than the world2 We stack arms, the
bayoaet of our northern gun facing
this way, the bayonet of the southern
gun facing the other way, and as the
gray of the morning melts into the
blue of noon so the typical gray and
blue of old war times have blended at
last, and they quote in the language OF
King James translation without any
revision, GLORY to God in the hign-
est, and on earth peace, good Will to
men" Now, what do we mean by
this great observancea
First, we mean instruction to cne
whole generation. Subtract 1865,
when the war ended, from our 1896,
and you will realize what vast num-
Der Of people were born since the war
er were so young as to nave no VIVID
appreciation. No one under Al years
OF age has any adequate memory OF
that prolonged horror. Do you re-
memberit2 "Well, "you say, Il only
remember that mother swooned away
while she was reading the newspaper,
and that they brought my father home
wrapped in the flag, and that a good
many people came in the house to
pray, and mother faded away after
that until again there were many peo-
pie in the house, and they told me she
was dead"
There are others who cannot remem-
Der the roll of a drum or the tramp OF
regiment or a sigh or tear of that
tornado of woe that swept the nation
again and again until there was one
dead in each house. Now it is the re-
Egious duty of those who remember It
to tell those who do not. Ny young
friends, there we're such partings at rail
car windows and steamboat wharfs
and at front doors of comfortable
homes as pray God you may never
witness. Oh, what time it was,
when fathers and mothers gave up
their sons, never expecting to see them
again until they came back mutilated
and crushed and dead.
-Four years of blood. -Four years of
hostile experiences. Four years Of
ghastliness. -Four years of gravedig-
ging. -Four years Of funerals, cofins,
shrouds, hearses, d1rges. Mourning,
mourning, mourning! Itwas hell let
loose. What time of waiting for
news. Morning paper and evening
paper scrutinized for intelligence from
the boys at the front. First, an
nouncement that the battle must occur
the next day. Then the news of the
battle going on. On the following
day still going on. Then news OF 3d.
600 slain and of the names of the great
generals who had fallen, but no news
about the private soldiers. Waiting
for news! After many days load Of
wounded going through the town or
city, but no news from our boy. Then
long list of wounded and long list
Of the dead and long list OF the miss
ing. And among the last list our
boy.
When nissing2 How missing?
Who saw him last? Missing! Miss
ingi Was he in the woods or by the
stream? How YVES be hurtl Missing!
MISSING, What burning PRAYERS that