Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1901-04-17


bask in thcsunshine of government
equal, if not superior, to the one
founded by our fathers.
The struggle! Who can describe
+it2 A delicate female attacked by a
ruffian in hand-to- hand fight, con-
tending for the sacredness of female
virtue, is overpowered and falls a
victim to the vile passions of will
not speak his name-but not, be it
said to her eternal praise and his
everlasting damnation, until pistol
ball is shot into her naked breast and
her throat cut from ear to ear. This
struggle rises in sublimity far above
the hardest fought battle in the 'Lost
Cause"
"oh, God, the namcless horror, the mad
That; ncrvcd the tortured maiden! the
despair
That from her pale throat wrung the pit
cOus moan
That should havo touched with ruth a
heart of stOne."
The scene is appalling and too hor-
rifying to dwell upon. A fair young
girl, in the bloom of youth, lies pros
trato upon the cold ground, welter-
ing in her own blood, far from home
and friends. Three days and nights
the body remained alone in the dark
woods, untouched by the beast of the
field or the fowls of the air, guarded
only by angels.
"No tender hand to smooth the silken
hair
And robe tho cold form for its lowly rest; {;
No loving eye to shed the pitying tear
ABOVE tho pierced but pure and gentle
Only the dewy tears of Hcaven fell
On that pale clay, which angels guarded
we'll"
But let us turn to another scene
the angel band bearing away from
earth to heaven, on their snowy
wings, to meet loved ones waiting
and watching at the beautiful gate,
the pure spirit of her, washed winter
than snow, to whose funeral sermon
you have just listened, singing as
they go:
"Therc is land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures Danish pain.
"No chilling winds nor poisonous breath
Tan reach that hcalthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death
Are felt and feared no moro"
No triumphant conqueror ever re-
turned home with such honors as her
spirit returned to God, who gave it
and redeemed it by the blood of His
own Son. The reception of and Joy
over the saved soul could not be
described by an angels tongue. Pic
turc to yourselves the coming of
Jesus, the saints rising from the
dead, mortality putting on immor-
tality, corruption interruption, and
all singing:
'"rhc year of jublcois como,
Return, yc mnsomcd sinners, home"
Although Frances Woodward has
passed away, tho principle for which
she died remains as firmly fixed in
The hearts OF our women as the ever
lasting hills, and they, like she, would
sacrifice all that is dear on earth,
even life itself, rather than surren-
der the virtue which makes them the
climax of creation. And now, dear
women, to you we look for help, poll
tical)y, morally and religiously; your
influence must be felt, and with your
aid we, your fathers, brothers and
husbands, will go forth to maintain
the right and condemn the wrong.
Politically we stand far below where
we once stood. The proud banner
of liberty that once waved over the
American people, the glory and admi.
ration of the world, now trails in the
dust. Oh, dear sisters of the South
to you we look, and upon you We
depend in this mighty struggle so,
success. We feel assured that with
your aid the day is not far distant
when the star of liberty shall rise,
and with healing in his wings shall
cure up every wound, so that the
American eagle may spread his wings
and soar above and hover over q
mighty, united and happy people. A
mighty work must he done, and the
sooner the better for all. You, women
of South Carolina, must exert your
influence, and in every conceivable
way strive to elevate the standard oil
morals among our men. 1t has been
said, and we hope truly, that in q
religious point of view we are gain.
ing ground, and if So
"On Christ, the solid rock, we stand;
All other ground is sinking sand"
Sustained and encouraged by yor
in this great work, we will 90 forth
from under the shade of these trees
and our motto shall ever be "Sit
Scmpcr Tyrannis." And not far i.
the future, from the mountain top tt
ocean wave, peace on earth and goo(
will to men shall be sung--not b,
angels, as on the birthday of Jesus
but by the sons and daughters of thi
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