The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-11-23
THE MORNING NEWS: THURSDAY, NOVEMBER %. 1s9a


corded any man than that of addressing
the gallant men Of the Confederate army.
In coming into their presence, 1 always
feel that the hat of reverence and respect
should be raised. We honor ourselves in
honoring with our presence the brave men
who served under the lamented Al5SrJ
. Sidney Johnston, on The 9Th day of April,
1872 when he drove Buell's army from the
field of Shiloh. We honor ourselves when
we honor the men who marched with that
thunderbolG of War-Stonewa3l Jackson
who in one months time defeated and
drove In disorder the vast federal army
from the valley of Virginia. We honor our
children when we remember their father
who fought under the command of tn
great Lee, who, like a wall of living fire
stood between the capital Of the ConfeI-
eraey and The mighty legions of the
North We have here many modest,
matchless heroes of the past, who with
hearts Of oak and nerves of steel, rode in
majestic splendor upon the Iurid crest Of
battle, undaunted by carnage or cannon.
In the path Of duty no danger d3unte1
them; no force appalled, them; no suffering
suDdued them aud no defeat disheartened
them.
THE men who gave on the Dist of July,
1851, Manassas TO Beauregard The men
who woYe the battle of Seven Pines into
laurel Wreaths for Joseph l.. Johnston.
liI SeAiliG AA4tH VINO CdQStu Nlc water tfI
the Shenandoah to murmur eternally the
name of Stonewal Jackson. We honor
ourselves when We come into social re-
unior with the men who freely shed their
blood on the soil of nearly every South
ern stale, and whose brothers graves dot
the green sward from Fishing Creek AMI
Fort Donelson to Bentonville ana
Greensboro. From Manassas to Peters
burg and Appomattox.
Their names should be written
In letters of gold on spotless white,
Encircled with stars of quenchless light"
THE gigantic struggle which for four
long years these brave officers assisted in
guiding, and in which these roble men i'm
mortaIized themselves, is not eclipsed by
The prudence of Fit FOR the policy of Ma
pcfeon. Their names will be waited in
every breeze that signs through the cedars
and cypress OF This vast domain, and will
be heard in every slumbering echo that
awakes the call of freedom. No token of
affection for them can tie too profuse; no
mark Of respect to emphatic and no rem
dition Of honor too conspicuous.
why is it, my friends that the great
Stonewall Jackson, outside of the COM
mander-in-chief, with sene full generals
who ranked above him, with eighteen 9TH
er lieutenant generals who were of equal
rank, with eighty-0ne ma jor generals and
three hundred and sxty-two brigad.er gem
erals, l ask why was it that with all of
this ne stood side by side with the immor-
ial / &c? 1t was because wha ever he w l. ed
he performed, looking steadfastly and
calmly to the will of Him that doeth all
things we'll Fate lacks the power either to
increase or diminish the fame won by the
Valor of the Confederate soldier. Our Lees
and Jackscns, Gordons and Bartows and
JohnstonS, Will lie classics for future gen.
erahons. They win rank with Leonidas,
Spartacus, Hannibal and Caesar.
These camps of Southern soldiers, my
friends, represent an army into whose
ranks new recruits can never be received.
They represent an army that carried your
country's flag wherever a warriors arm
could bear it. These men were active par
Elephants al a period in the history of your
country when exiles and refugees made
their homes in battle; at time when gem
erals were killed in the thickest of the
fight, and captains became generals; at a
time when slender battalions performed
the work of divisions; at a time when a
private was a company; when luxuries
disappeared and necessities became luxu-
ries; at a time when your fields were
wasted, your crops and barns burned, your
| hocks and herds consumed, and naught
was left but man and steel-the soldier
and his sword.
"Shall we forget the deeds of such men?
Go out and ask the sons and daughters
all over this land, who have grown up In
| ignorance and poverty for the want of a
father, who was killed at the front, and
they will tell you mol" Ask that poor
old mother, who has toiled day after day
and night after night, with hands that
were sore and with bleeding heart, to raise
10 womanhood and manhood her war
| made orphans, and she will tell you Nor
| Ask that poor old woman, whose husband
or brother was killed. who has toiled in
neglect and obscurity these long years
! and is anxious to join the weary who are
| at rest, and she viii tell you MOI Ask
| that crippled Old soldier who has dragged
himself along for a quarter of a century
! and now rests on the shore of time, anx-
| ious to cross the river and rest with Jack
| son in the shade of the trees, and as the
| tears triekle down his wrinked face, he
| will tell you mol" Look up and ask the
spirits of Lee and Johnston, and of our
own Barlow and Cutwright, and thousands
of other gallant heroes, who died in bat
tie, and the very heavens viii shake with
a responsive "No!'