The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1901-05-08

'cral thousand people, and is as follows
: temple cl sed, and flung them opc
Tor score OF ycars-thc man of de-
= tiny, who, with the ks of rockies
passion and his hot an bilon, kindlc
, the raging fires of universal war, who's
, crimson glow lit up a mighty cUntinrn
, from end to cnd-the man of destiny
! at whose approach thrones shook an,
trembled, principalilies and power
iell prone and disappeared-thc MAJ
OF destiny, whose supernatural gcniu
in the art of war flashed like the blind
lhg lightniny's strokes and who's,
dread thunderroll dismayrd, bewllder
ed and atfrighted foe--the man of des
tlny sweeps, with his mighty army
past and now is gone His batteries
and troops, his long batlalions and his
lying squadrOns, with all the moving
train and enginery of war, 90 past anu
and disappear.
Sparta, Macedon and Rome and
modern Gaul have sent their heroes
ana their armies past, and now with
! qulckened pllse we wait eXpectant for
another and a last great host. Veterans
of the iron cross. can you not hear
again the long roll of the drums, the
DuS.es' claror call that set the long
gray lines in motion--''thc stcd, the
mastering squadron forming in the
ranks of warp Out from the spectral
mist that hides the past, the immortal
Amy OF the South again comes forth
and warlike forms the grave has hidden
from our view, again take horse; the
icet that once trod DiXiI's soil, again
press down in stlrrup, again inpetuous
strike spur in mcttlcd charger; the
hands that ouce we loved to press our
chlldren's heads and felt such touch a
holy Denediction again reach down
and draw the brightest swords that
ever cleaned on bloody battlefield.
ana on they cOme-the bullet-ridden,
olood-staincd flags, the flags that fairest
hands that sunlight ever kissed wove
and hottest tears that ever dropped
from woman's face baptized
Again unfurled they ny.
Ana Hap their silken bars against the
wind,
Like eagles wings against a southern sky"
On they come, those moving lines
OF gray, sons of the proud old south
" from the rice fields and the cotton
and the waving sugar cane, from the
mountains and the loYlands, Dixic's
warriors come!" There passes Stuart's
cavalry, and Morgan's horse goes by
there llampton's dashing legion,
Wheeler's swift-riding centaurs, stall
wart Forests hussars, Rosscr's reck-
less riders and horscmcn of Fitzhugh
and William Henry Lcc-all gal!op by
and as, with whirl of dust and clat-
terlng of hoof troop on troop and
squadron after squadron OF the Con-
tederate horse sweep on, we cry of
them as of the Spartan band, =" Death
less valor sits ems tanpcd on every
face"
And after them, with roll of drums
and colors flying, the scrried lines of
Southern infantry march past--an in
fantry that Caesars vaunted legions,
the army of Prince Conde, the lttest
corps led on by Marshal New, the
tiane-swept British squares at Water
100, cannot outrank nor can surpass.
The very bulwark and defense of
Southern arms, the front, the center,
left and right Of battle linc-their NOV.
ing columns now pass on, brave daunt-
less souls! and there, amidst their
moving ranks, come on with measured
tramp and feet unfaltering those heroes
OF uncndlng fame, brave pickctt's
gallant men whose whistling lines OF
baycncts flashed and cleaned upon the
heights at Gettysburg upon that day of
wrath when they
d The hraun do
They leaped to Ruins red embrace;
They only heard Fame's ttunders wake,
And saw the dazzling sunbuIst break
In smiles on Glory's bloody face"
Cavalry and infantry in long lines
move by, and now we hear the heavy
roll of DiAlc's dread arlillery-the guns
that thundercd from an hundred hills
and hurled their hail of shot and shell
ana rain of fire and death against in
vadiny foe, and riding on hard bv their
numbering guns we see the martial
torms OF PendletOn and Long, and
Georgla's gallant Alexander, brave
Pelham, Walker and heroic Latimer
pass on-Ah Latimcr, heroic Lati-
mer, who with an arm shot clean away
at Gettysburg rode bleeding for an hun.
dred miles to Harrisonburg, and grim
horseman riding on with death-dis-
mounted, and then, died and fast be-
hind heroic Latimer there comes the
bravest soul of that artillery line
Thompson-who on retreat from Pc
tersburg to Appomattox, when fight.
ing at Amelia Springs with broken
mangled, bleeding arm swept like a
flame to front of charging cavalry
the shattered arm tied TO his side, his
bride reigns between his teeth, his one
good arm holding the saber that he
waved aloft, and thus he led the charge,
and thus he died Eloqucnce is dumb
before such heroism. The painters
brush will halt, the poets song die on
his lips, the sounding chords of min
strel's harp grow mute before a battle
scene like that
lie came from the valley of Virginia
and was cousin to our own beloved and
gallant soldier, Colonel w. S. Thomp.
son. OF Atlanta, standing here, vete.
rams, in your midst today. And still
the great procession passes on +; and
now we see dehle before our view the
Titans of the armies of the South, hoI
generals of the line-Albert Sidne,
Johnston the chlllps of Tho Sontbo,,