The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1902-02-12

matchless worth.
1t matters not, though they sleep
meath the solemn Southern pines or
the stately hemlocks Of the North, on
the sloping hills Of fair Arlington,
beneath the shadows Of the clouds.
careless Of storm or sunshine, we have
but one sentiment for these sleeping
soldicrs-tis that We honor and re-
member them.
"And can glory fade from them who
carried it for themselves while the
memorial yet cndurcs."
To the Veteran survivors Of the
"Lost Cause" we welcome you here
to-day to celebrate the occasion Of
unvciling monument to your com
radcs who composed the rank and file
Of the grandest army in the world. AS
private soldier your histories have
been written by your years Of suffer
ing, your blood and undying devotion
to cause you thought was just. Be-
hold the graves Of those who sleep in
the silent cities Of the dead, far away
in unmarked graves, known only to
God and the angels. You read from
their dust your own glory.
It is to these slain martyrs we rear
this majestic column, and as we raise
our eyes to the lofty height, and view
:he sun-kissed image of the Confeder-
ate soldier carved in marble, our mem
ory and love for the brave men of the
South is higher than the heavens and
deeper than the seas. Though dead
in flesh they are in our thoughts still
alive; they died fighting under the
flag now furled forever, yet never dis
honorcd.
''Sleep on, old heroes Of the gray,
who in thy cause, y South, they
fought
This is proud day for Anderson.
Meath the clear blue skies of an ideal
day the sun in it's golden glory sheds
its beams upon the storm Graded ma
tion that fell amid sounds of trium-
phant praise. You were outnumber-
ed, not subdued. With grateful
hearts we unveil monument to he
roes whose whitcness shall speak of
their purity, and whose hight Of their
lofty nobility and whose granite is the
emblem Of their strength and endur-
anoe.
We have but to remember that
South Carolina was the nursery of he
roes, statesmen and patriots. She
gave to the Confederacy her very best
blood and flower Of her manhood in
her Hamptons, her Buffers, hor Bees,
and Stevens. They swept back the
avenging hosts from many hard-fought
battlefelds. On the roll call were the
names Of Gen. Gary, Gen. Johnston,
Gen. Hagood, Gen. Kershaw, Gen.
Bratton, Gen. MoGowan, Gen. Capers,
Gen. jenkins, Gen. Bonham and
other grand leaders whose names have
gone down into history, and will al
ways be remembered, though they
slumber in their graves. Should we
not hand down to our children and our
children's children, that the cause of
the Confederacy was no traitors
cause.
Forty years ago to-day in this
Court House square, about the ground
where the monument now stands,
marched out to war the princely chiv-
airy of our State. All day long on
that April Sunday marched to and
fro, back and forth in excitement and
confusion the men who were to help
form the army Of the great Southern
host. In the youth and vigcr of your
manhood you left your happy homes
and friends with the imprint of
mothers kiss upon your cheek and
sisters loving words deep down in
your heart you enlisted for the war.
Gov. Pickens had called for volun-
teers, and from the cloud-capped sum
nit of the Blue Ridge Mountains
down to the mirrored waters of
the proud Atlantic came your
answer, "My country, my coun.
try, | come, I come" Then the
train moved out from the station the
shouts Of goodbye, God bless you,
God protect and keep you, was spoken
by sorrowing mothers and sisters,
amid weeping and moaning of friends.
What was it that took you men from
happy homes and firesides? 1t was to
save the honor of land aud to pre-
serve untarnished the flag of proud
people. On, on, sped the trim, car.