The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-01-09


OF the Georgia army. and it was confided
TO MN That if he would so thoroughly i'm
press Inc Spanish commander with this
lact as to induce him to engage in battle
| that not only would the English arms pre-
| Nall' but the deserter would be given a
large sum of money in addition TO what
| ne had already received The scheme
worked like a charm. The emissarv was
arrested and searched, and reluctantly ad-
mltted that the letter was for the French
man. In vain did the latter protest his
innocence. He was court martialed and
round to be a double spy. Combining all
the French, the Spaniards hastily en-
parked and evacuated st. Simons with
such preciptancy that they left their can
non and their dead. Bringing up under
Jekyl, the Cuba squadron finally stood
our 10 sea and that of st. Augustine re-
turned 10 Cumberland sound, from which
upon Og-ethorpe's pursuit they put to
sea. And this was the last time that any
force not speaking the English tongue
ever set foot on Georgia soil with hostile
intent. In the terse and reverent Ian
guage of the general: The Spanish in
Vasion, which had a long time threatened
the colony, Carolina and all North Ameri-
ca has at last fallen upon us, and God
hath been our deliverance." And the
| good Whitfield added: THE deliverance of
Georgia from the Spaniards is such as
cannot be paralleled but by some instances
| out of the Old Testament" In March. 174S
Oglethorpe conducted another expedition
against st. Augustine. Driving the enemy
Into his Notifications, and the English be-
ing too weak to attack, the expedition re-
turned to Frederick. This was practically
the last of the war. The Notifications on
st. Simons were kept up until the peace
of Aix-la-Chapelie, in 174S, when the
| troops having been withdrawn, they fell
into decay.
And now, his work accomplished
the great soldier began to think
of the rest he had earned and of the home
across the seas from which he had been so
long an exile for the good of mankind and
the glory of England. On July %, 1743, after
ten years of arduous toll and constant,
pressing responsibilities, he set sail for
England, leaving behind him, where he
had found at his coming a Wilderness the
sure foundations of free and enlightened
commonwealth, and bearing with him the
affection of the discerning and the APP
| plauding recognition of the English speak
ing world. In a long and honored life he
never forgot the people for whom he had
labored. When in the great crisis of their
| existence he was offered the command of
the British army, he declined it, and in
sisted that justice and not arms would re-
tain the American colonies. Surrounded
by the cultured and the great-the friend
| of Johnson and Burke, and Reynolds and
| Goldsmith; sung Of the poets and applaud
| ed by mankind, he passed to his rest on
the LIST of July, 1855, at the great age of SO
years. No marble shaft uprears its grace
| full lines to remind us of his deeds and vir-
| tues. But so it is that whenever Geor-
! gias name is called that of Oglethorpe
| springs instant to the memory He who
| has Georgia as monument may well fore
| go the cold and speeches. marble.
! And so Georgia was made To Eng
| fish, and Scot, and German, in time were
added the Virginian and the New Eng
! lander, and from them all have sprung a
race as brave and self-reliant as ever stood
in the line of battle or conquered in the
fierce struggles of peace.
And what Of the state which has been
| made! From weakness unto strength; from
storm to peace, her steps have led. Where,
| in the olden days, the minstrels of her tan
| gled wids poured out their hymns at ma
| lures shrines the harsh, discordant cries
| of trade, from iron threats, now sound
| across the ripening corn and echo through
the snowy acres of her fruitful fields. No
more the restless waves beat lonely on her
| shining sands, but as they break and clam
| oring pass away-the answering ripples of
| her seaward craft call to her ancient
| shores their prophecies of hope and gain.
| Her rushing streams are voiceless in the
| constant roar OF WnSel ana EOQ, ana all
| her blue and rounded hills bleed from the
| wounds of furrowing plough and delvng
| spade. And as she moves resistless through
| the contending RAJ ks, with wreaths of COM
| merce round her imperial broWS, in her
| triumphant train come memories which
| know not trade nor steam nor greed: Mem
cries of names which reaching up aspiring
| hands toward the very nights of fame yet
| kept their loving touch upon her heart:
| civ, foil h<,r,
ored fields with Georgia's name upon their
| lips and Georgia's glory In their hearts
| Memories of empty sleeves and broken
| hearts; and memories which like heralds
| speak unto a listening world that never
| yet within her bounds hath freedom call
| ed in vain, or sought the courage which she
| did not find. Pass on old state, with all
| thy glorious memories, to better things
| If any be! About thy honored form cling
| all our hopes and aims and round thy sa-
| cred head-a sanity halo shining through
| the years-glows soft and bright thy chill
| dren's love! Pass on in splendor to the I'M
tried times-a conquering spirit in our
| earthly days-thy greatness moving
| through the lesser shades like sunlight
| through the summer clouds!
| Make way for our sovereign stated
AS she passes along the years.
Her eyes are soft with remembered tears,
| And her heart with the thoughts of her
| great;
Of her sons who fell where the battle raw
| ed
Like the demon of storms elate,
| OF the daughters whose cheering courage
waved
Their faith in the face of Fate.
Let her pines bend low as she passes
| along,
| And the sprites that grooming sway
| In their tops, and whisper of wave and
| spray
Pour into her ears their song;
And her gold-eyed thrush with the witch
ing lay
And her streams and her blue hills strong,
And her winter skies and her fragrant
May
Let them join in the praising throng,
Let her dead and her living attend her
feet
Her son from over the wave
The dusky shade of her Indian brave
And her toilers from field and street.
And her statesmen wise and her bards
who sing,
And her soldier lads who died,
And sinner and saint-'til the whole world
ring
with her children's loving pride.
Make way for the state we love!
| Wherever her footsteps go,