Virginian-pilot. (Norfolk, Va.) 1898-1911, 1900-05-23
CONFEDERATE
MEMORIAL DAY.
Continued from Page 3.

the monument to Father Ryan. erected
through the efforts OF the Norfolk
daughters of the Confederacy, was in
troduced. and spoke as follows:
CAPTAIN BURROUGHS SPEECH.
Ladies. Gentlemen and Comrades
In the Fall of 1884 the beloved Com
mander of Pickett Camp,
the late Capt James Barron Hope, or
Sanized the Ladies' Memorial Associa-
tion of this city as auxiliary to the
camp, having for its objects. among
other things. the gathering of flowers
and decorating the graves of our hon
ored Confederate dead, on Memorial
Day. Its first President, Mrs. James Y.
Leigh. with her able associates. very
soon recognized the need of practical
sympathy with the living. and to this
end began the work of assisting indi-
gent Confederate widows.
The Daughters of the Confederacy-a
change only in name-was established
In 1895. and the association was merg-
ed into Pickett buchanan Chapter No.
81 Their usefulness has increased with
the years. until, like Jackson to Lee,
they have become the right arm of the
Camp. Missions of mercy. offices of
Kindness, tender sympathy and deeds of
charity have followed in their footsteps,
bringing comfort to many widows
heart, and sunshine into many
widows home. They have smoothed the
rough places and lightened the heavy
burdens. Under their touch, defaccd
and blackened tombstones have been
reclaimed and polished like marble.
Neglected graves have been cared for
and wrcathed in flowers by tender
hands. The tangled weeds have given
place to the green grass, and where the
harsh brer grew now blossoms the
lily and the rose. This very spot upon
which we stand, enclosing fifty UNI
known Confederate graves, watched
over by their loving care and beautified
by their own efforts, is itself n sweet
memorial of their undying love for a
cause so dear to every Southern heart.
But 1t remains for them to endear
themselves by still closer ties to the
Lost Cause. and the survivors of the
memorable struggle. in the erection of
this simple and beautiful memorial to
the memory of the distinguished son of
your city, the sweet poet Abram ].
Ryan. The camp uncovers it's head and
places Its hand upon its heart in CRATE
full appreciation of the services OF the
Daughters of the Confedcracy; and of
it's President. Mrs. Charles ]. Elliott:
Its Chairman OF the Ryan Memorial
Committee. Mrs. Walter p. Burrow:
and the members of the committee.
Mrs. Walter II. Doyle. Mrs. Frank
a. Walks. Mrs. Thco. S. Garne,t,
Mrs. Philip r. Yeatman. and Mrs.
Washington Taylor, and Mrs. Robt. g.
Cooke
And it commissions me to-day to re-
turn its thanks for this labor of love.
this free-wil Offering. so generously
donated by them.
You will observe that this stone IS
dug from the quarries OF Virginia; 1t is
made of Richmond granite, and chssel-
led and fashioned by the hands of
Confederate soldier of your own city.
The work reflects credit upon the
craftsman.
1t was sweet thought that suggest
cd the placing of this memorial in the
lot set apart to the unknown Confed-
crate dead. Away from the turmoil and
strife, away from the pomp and paG-
cantry. away from the noise and shouts
OF the multitude-in this excluded spot-
this cross shall stand TO tell to the gen.
crations to come that the vlrtuous con-
duct. the unselfish patriotism, the he
roic deeds and the chivalrous bearing
OF the Confederate soldier has been en-
balmed in song by one of the sweetest
singers of the age.
Norfolk has been greatly blessed.
Few cities. ancient or modern, can
claim such distinguished honor as this
City by the Sea. Within these ceme-
terry walls. not a hundred yards dis
tant. rises a stately shaft to the me-
mory or another or ffTer gtrrcr SOME, inc
melody of whose song falls upon the
ear, like sweet music at eventide--the
llamented Hope We find on the fly leaf
OF a copy of his poems presented by
Father Ryan to Mr.. Hope on a visit to
his native city in 1850 some unpublish-
ed verses, written in his own hand.
ITO virgina's first poet by Southern
Priesthood. with truest regards"
mo poet ever yet has written songs SO
sweet
AS the unfelt fragrance OF his own
heart:
His songs are flowers, and sometimes
birds:-we greet
! Such songs: the bard is higher than
his art.
Himself I read beneath the words he
writes
| And he himself means more than
songs to me:
Beneath lifes suns by days and stars
through nights.
He sings as best he can-but when he
sings
His grandest songs,-and hymns the
the world calls best,
He knows that folded in his spirits
wings
Are songs that sound not.-and God
knows the rest"
Ryan and Hope. twin brothers OF
song, Their names will be revered and
their memories cherished wherever
language can sweep the chords of hui