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

peerless Ney, and Kellcrmann, Mura
and Soult, Grauchy, Lefevrc an
other corps commanders of that splen
did host move by, each holding as h
rides the coveted baton of marsha
OF proud France and the army of tn,
emperor. Corps after corps goes past
and now the figure Of Napoleon looms
up before our view.
The mighty Corsican-.thc man O
destiny-rides by, sublime and terrible
Tho man Of destiny, who, with un
needing and remorseless hand, un
! locked the massive doors Of Janus's
temple cl sed, and flung them open
for score Of ycars-thc man of dcs
tiny, who, with the spaks of reckless
passion and his hot ambition, kindled
the raging fires Of universal war, whose
crimson glow lit up a mighty contincn,
from end to cnd-thc man of destiny
at whose approach thrones shook and
trembled, principalilies and powers
fell prone and disappcared-the man
OF destiny, whose supernatural genius
IN the art of war flashed like the blind.
lhg lightning's strokes and whose
dread thunder-roll dismayed, bcwllder.
cd and affrghted foe--the man of dcs.
tiny sweeps, with his mighty army
past and now is gone His batteries
aud troops, his long battalions and his
flying squadrons, with all the moving
train and enginery of war, 60 past and
and disappear.
Sparta, Macedon and Rome and
modern Gaul have sent their heroes
and their armies past, and now with
qulckcncd pulse we wait expectant fol
another and last great host. Veterans
of the iron cross! can you not heal
again the long roll of the drums, the
bugies' clarlol call that set the long
gray lines in motion--"thc stcd, the
mastering squadron forming in the
ranks OF WARP" Out from tho spectral
mist that hides the past, the immortal
army of the South again comes forth
and wariike forms the grave has hidden
from our view, again take horse; the
feet that once trod DiXi,' soil, again
press down in st1rrup, again inpetuous
strike spur in mettled charger; the
hands that once we loved to press our
childrcn's heads and felt such touch a
holy bcncdiclion again reach down
and draw tho brightest swords that
ever cleaned on bloody battlefield.
Aud ON they come--lhe bullet-ridaen
blood-stained flags, the flags that faircsl
hands that sunlight ever kissed wovc
and holiest tears that ever dropped
from "oman's face baptized
"Again unfurled they fly,
And flap their silken bars against the
Like eagles wings against southern sky"
On they come, those moving lines
OF gray, sons Of the proud old South
4" from the rice fields and the cotton
and the waving sugar cane, from the
mountains and the lowlands, Dixie's
warriors GOMEZ" There passes Stuart's
cavalry, and Morgan's horse goes by
there lampton's dashiug legion,
Whcelcr's swift-riding centaurs, stal.
Wart Forests hussars, Rosser's reck.
less riders and horsemen of Fitzhugll
and William Henry Lee--all gal!op by
And as, with whirl of dust and clat.
tering of hoof troop on troop and
squadron after squadron OF the Con.
fedcrate horse sweep on, we cry al
them as of the Spartan band, Z" Death
less valor sits enstalnpcd on ever,
face"
And after them, with roll of drum:
and colors flying, the serried lines o
Southern infantry march past-an in
fantry that Caesars vaunted legions
the army Of Prince Condc, the littes
corps led on by Marshal Ney, tn,
flame-swcpt British squares at Water
100, cannot outrank nor can surpass
The very bulwark and defense o
southern arms, the front, the center
left and right of battle line--their NOV
ing columns now pass on, brave daunt
less souls! and there, amidst thel
moving ranks, come on with measure,
tramp and feet unfaltering those heroc
of unendlng fame, brave l'ickett'
gallant men whose whistling lines O
bayonets flashed and cleaned upon th,
heights at Gettysburg upon that day o
wratl, when they
They leaped to Ruins red embrace;
| They only heard fames t. unders wake,
And saw the dazzling sunbu,st break
In smiles on G!ory'e bloody face"
Cavalry and infantry in long line
move by, and now we hear tho heav,
roll of DiAle's dread artillery-the gun
that thundercd from an hundred hill
and hurled their hail of shot and shel
and rain of fire and death against in
vadiny foe, and riding on hard by thei
numbering guns we sec the MARTA
forms of Pcndlcton and Long, am
Georgla's gallant Alexander, brav
Pelham, Walker and heroic Latime
pass on-Ah ! Latimcr, heroic Lati
NOR, who with all arm shot clean ava
at Gettysburg rode bleeding for an hun
dred miles to UarrisC nburg, and grlr
horseman riding on with dcath-dis
mounted, and then, died and fast be
hind heroic Latimer there comes tn
bravest soul of that artillery line
Thompson-who on retreat from Pc
tersburg TO Appomattox, when fgh
ing at Amelia Springs with broker
mangled, bleeding arm--swepL like
fame to front of charging cavalry