The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-04-28

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the nag under whose inspiring folds the
blood Of their fathers had poured Ike
water Wherever ITS colors signalled 10 the
world the stormy bursts OF American
val0r; had lived in w0rshipful attitude to-
ward the constitution and traditions
which had been meant 10 be the mai
resting place of civic freedom Yet, when
lne certainty was borne IN upon them tnat
the compact to which they had given their
sovereign assent and in the perpe tuaJon
OF which they We're prepared 10 risk lie
and fortune was but the preteNt for their
undOing. the cover OF denial TO their
plainest rights, the outraged MANHOOD OF
the south arose with unanimity the
world nad never known.
The lawyer forsook his books and the
merchant his affairs: the clerk the ware
house and the farmer his crops. From eN-
cry sunny hill and sea-swept coast; from
where the mountains in their grandeur
lift their cOmmunlng pinnacles into the
mysteries OF light; from where the spark
ling waters sing on their way through the
bending corn: the young and the old; the
gentle and the strong; the great ana the
poor. they came-the richest harvest OF
the bravest hearts that Cadmus-sown up
on the bosom of a later Greece, had ever
reared its stately growth into the sunny
air of fame and history. wounds ana
suffering and trials and disaster would
follow in their brilliant course, Dut II
was written in the destiny OF mankind
that when in the time 10 come men should
muse upon the things which make man
great and think them how the brave had
fought and lighting died, they would see
not E4DElanu aAEMGI1 ON NAN1sS AANtNA@f
Tor Grecian cohorts on Plataea's plains,
nor Caesars legions where the green
waved Rhine sweeps through lts peeS-
ling hills, nor Lexington, nor MalakoH,
nor PleVna's blOOd-staiued parapets, but
the thin grey line Of Picketts men storm,
ing the south 10 fame eternal up the Iatal
slopes of Gettysburg. Forget them! why,
there's not a blade Of grass on southern
hills that ripening to its fruiuon does not
carry in its ceaSelesS generations the re-
membrance that its ancestral roots were
vivided with patriotic blood There's not
a flower that blooms and nils the soIt
southern air with the incense or IT'S glo-
rious life but takes its beauty from their
hallowed dustl Rather let the vengeiuI
hand of time sweep from our memories
each thought that JOY has traced-strlp-
ped of prosperity ana renOWn We st-ll may
grid our loins and staff In hand turn res
dilute to the desert wastes and build again
the pleasant fabrics we forsake. -
But strip us of our memories, take from
our hearts and hopes our dead-we 90
but wander purposeleSs and weak, outcdst
from the thoughts which make men brave
and women tender. Let them llVS LOT
ever i'm our hearts our noble dead! The
sailor Drawing storm and death, MS heaft
as free as all the winds which sped MN
on his way and waved his nag denaht
over the seattle very waters as they
change and go seem murmurlng TO inc
listening shores the story of MS gallant
| deeds. The soldier, carrying fame bright
/ nights at the bayoners glittering point
/ the knight without a crest the crown
/ less Arthur of the later chiValryi with
] D0NlSn nEdIL ana ldu EllillH NgN9 so tAA.A-
| to wide-eyed wonder a world that thought
/ all bravery was kpoWn-the great private
| of the greatest armies that ever swept
| across the fields of history.
| Dead on the field of battle; dead in the
! "white-washed halls" dead where the
/ Mississippi rolls its afhuent floods to the
| dancing waters of the Gulf; dead where
/ the Tennessee laps peacefully the silent
| mountains as they musei dead on Geor-
/ gas old red hills; dead on Carolina's
| plains; dead where the Shenandoah with
] galpgg voice sings through the valley 8
/ lovely scenes; dead where the Rappahan-
| ock on its quiet way flows still and soft
as if the burden Of its memories made 1t
'sThe stars shall fade away. the sun him
self
Grow dim with age. and nature sink in
But thou shall flourish in immortal youth,
/ Unhurt amidst the war Of elments,
| The wreck of matter, and the crush Of
victrix causa deis placult. sed victa
| CatOni! The triumDhs Of the conqueror
| dazzle the unsteady vision of the unthink-
| ing world, but in Gods commonwealth
| of noble minds the cause of the defeated
may take its appeal to the virtuous and
shall come dominant in the struggles of
world development. Within their limits
| hum the ceaSeleSS revolutions of ma
! chinery and over their fertile fields ma
! t,Ira hours her wbita and Golden har-
vests in perpetual gift Strong of heart
! and mind, they move with steady step
| ana SHINING armament OF cudldcleT anu
worth, and with sunshine in their eyes
| and song upon their lips. they meet with
| reckless cOnquering charge the oDsJruct-
! ing strength of fortunes hosts. The ris-
| ing sun which gilds with its revel rays
| the calm contentment of their peaceful
homes viii shed its western glow upon
| their well spent lives and rich accom-
| plishments OF deeds and honor.
But above all l see, more enduring than
! bronze, or storm, or life, or death, in
/ guard eternal over their fame and his
/ "a cflanf seminal from tbRir
| past. Worn with an hundred battles; vast
| ed with weary march and anxious watch;
ragged and Scared and resolure, he stands
! with brave, defiant look, awaiting the
! applauding judgment of mankind. Bowed
! in the desolation of a great despair, a
! stricken people. forgettul OF the sordid
! cares of life, prayed only that their slain
might live again. And, 10! immortal men,
ory came swift from the answering mercy
| of God And SO 1t Is, IN song and story,
in all a peoples hearts and minds and
hopes these slain shall live forever.
we wait with patient hearts, o God,
And constant faith, the time to be
When from the battle-halloWed sod,
And from the shining summer sea,
Our dead shall come! Keep us the while
In memory of their sacrifice,
That through the gloomy night may
smile
The light our longings shall suffice!
Grant we may see, whilst yet we live,
! Their glory uuSn through all the years
In radiant splendors- which shall give
Their recompense to widows tears!
Let live our stain! their fame, their
cause.
Keep flaming all their deeds, o BREATH
That other days may know Thy laws
Forbid the Truth to taste of DEATH
Let live our slain, Take all we have
| OF pride and hope and passing joy,
And place and name so we but save
! Our dead from out our ruined Troy!
At the conclusion of Mr.. Charlton's ad-
! dress the school children sang very pref
tily "Our Dead" composed by Father
Ryan. The band played the dirge and the
veterans marched within the railing of
the monument where they stood uncover
ed while Mr.. W. +. Blois sang in a. most
effective manner 1.-The Conquered Ban
ner," by LaHache. Taps were then sound
ed by Capt. w. ". Nichols inspector of
rifle practice Of the First regiment, and
! the ceremonies were over.
Quite a number of little school girls
were within the railing to take from the
veterans their laurel wreaths and place
them upon the mound a the monument S
base. This was covered by a large number
of wreaths and flowers, and presented a