The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1901-05-09

creolt' Ihe address was heard by seV
My Friends-The minstrel of tn
ancient days who told in song aud story
of the Trojan war sings of a scene
where Pandarus, an aged councillor o
Troy, standing with Cressida, his niece
upon the city's eastern battlements
looks down on Prlaln's legions comine
back in untamed splendor from the
Dardali plain whereon they had met in
equal combat with the naughty Greek,
and as the serried hosts return and
each successive phaIanx files within
the gate, points out u her The Trojan
heroes as they pass. First comes the
brave Aeneas, commander of the host,
the very front and flower Of Troy, and
next Antenor, second in command, a
warrior shrewd in tactics and renown-
cd, and after him, great Prlam's war
like and illustrious sons-there the
bold Hector with his helmet hacked and
battered from the blows of Agamcm-
mons hosts, and then the wanton
Parls, Helenus next, and now DclphO-
bus-and as each prince of P"lam's
royal blood files into view, Pandarus
calls his name out to his niece and
rapidly rccounts the style of man he is.
Like wave on wave, the columns pass,
and Pandarus shades his eyes and looks
out on the plain intently and more
stcadfastly. There ls ono son of Priam
brave. Has noble Troilus fallen in
the fray? The old mal's heart sinks
as his restless eyes searches the NOV
ing mass in vain.
But looki he starts! Il flash of iry
lights up his shaggy brow, and quickly
turning to his niece, his hand uplifted
to his ear-'' Hark! do you not hear
the people cry 'Trollus? And as
that names rings and re-ech0cs from
ten thousand throats, the rear guard
of the army comes in view with Troilus
at its head. Then does the old mans
pent-up feeling find its vent and as his
idol and great Ilium's pride with war
like tread comes on, PandaTus cries to
Cressida: "Yonder! tits Troilus, brave
Trci!"s, the prince g 4h;valry Look
well upon him, niece. Look how his
sword is bloodled and his helm more
hacked than Hector's and how he looks
and how he goes" And as the gallant
Troilus goes past and enters in the
gate, and other warriors come on, the
old man turns away and witt, gesture
pregnant of his scorn cries out: "The
engle's gone 10 and then descep,ls the
wall.
Today, my countrymcn 1 ask you for
a space to mount with me on fancy's
airy wing, and from imagination's
vantage ground, look down upon the
highway of the years while I point
out, like Pandarus from the Trojan
wall the heroes of the times gone by,
as in review they pass before the sub
tie vision of the mind.
And fret among carth's valiant and
immortal SONS l call on you to turn
and look upon that Spartan band that
comes before our gaze, moving with
measured and unbroken step, their
javelms high in air, aud brave Leonidas
at their front. Silent and grim and
noiselessly they pass while dcathless
VaOr sits enstamped on every firm set
face. They move beyond our ken, they
disappear, we hear the thunder of the
ages peal" Thernopylae 70
And fast on Sparta's fading ranks
there comes another and a greater host
and at its head upon his tleet-limbed
horse Bucephalus, the s,alwart and
puissant prince of Macedon, in regal
splendor rides. The conqucror of his
age, proud Hellas' champion, there
goes by. Mark with what majesty the
naughty Alexander leads his serrie(l
ranks as conscious of the prOwess of
that mighty arm that laid the whole
world waste. With all the pomp and
panoply of war, he passes on, and now
ls lost to view. And after him, anoth-
er cavalcade comes on. We see the
dust whirl upward from the plain, and
hear the rumbl'ng of the solid earth as
numbered host. Nearer they come
the dust clouds rolling back behold
the Roman eagles flash their FURNISHED
wings, and Caesars legions sweep by
in all The splendid pageant Of victorious
war. We hear the trumpets sound
and like great Mars himself, the con.
qucror of the Ncrvii thInders past
guiding " ith dauntless hand the plupg
ing steeds Of his triulnphal car, while
fast behind his chariot wheels the
countless standards of imperial Rome
flame out in brilliant and uncndiue
line.
The din of Rome's receding ranks
grows faint, and in the distance die:
away, and now sound Of martha
music, loud and clear, sends othcl
echoes flying, and signals the near ap
proach of yet another host. Will
rythmic swing and measured tramp thu
vanguard of the advancing column.
comes in view, and at lts front we sc,
the flag of modern France flame OF
the way. The flag, that flew delian
over Egypt's burning sands beside th'
ancient Pyramids, and high above th'
clouds, shone like a star, from dizz,
Alpine hei9hts--that like q bird of pre-,
swept down Cisalpine slopes, laid vast
the citron groves and peaceful wales o
Italy, and tapped Its wings against tn
lurid glare of Moscow's hame-encircle'
waNs, leads on the army of Napolco
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