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

marched with Stoncwall jackson,
Long street, Bee and Barlow on that
hard fought battlefield of Manassas,
amid thunders of shot and shell, you
received your first baptism of blood,
and With measured swing and meas
ured tramp your advancing column
marched into view. On they came,
those moving lines of gray, sons Of
the proud old South, your battle-fag
borne aloft to your admiring eyes, and
martial music, loud and clear, sen6c
echoes flying, and Col. Sloan Fourth
Regiment is in the fray. Along tile
ridges and down through valleys the
unequal struggle was long maintained.
Awful suspense. Bee and Barlow
fell while making fearful charges; but
at length victory pcrehcd upon your
banners. The Confedcratcs won the
day, but, alas. at fearful cost. In the
Fourth Regiment many brave young
soldier went down amid the roar and
shock Of battle. Upon that vast field
of destruction and death were your
comrades of the Palmetto Rifles
Wilton II. Earle, John Il. Norris
and A. D. Brown, and your founded
were John X. Cochran, S. j. Sloman,
A. =. Hubbard and James Sloan.
And the brave and handsome Samuel
NJ. Wilkes, Adjatant of the glorious
old Fourth Regiment. fell just after
the close Of the battle by the enemy
in ambush.
Never night go dark can obscure the
memory and love that burns eternal in
our hearts for Dixies sons. To-day
the deadly implements of war are hid
den away, and the starry-cross banner
of Lee and Jackson is furled forever,
and aborc all and beyond all, more
enduring than bronze or marble is en-
craven on the feshy tablets of our
hearts those memories. The men who
wore the gray arc thinning before an
enemy more relentless than shot and
she'll, and all are following every day
by the score theiZ commanders, not
beyond the blue Potomac or swiftly
flowing Chickahominy, but beyond the
River of Life, are crossing to rest
meath the shade Of the trees. And
when time shall pass still farther on,
and years grow older, and yonder sun
on purple hills descending gives token
Of the coming on Of night, we'll in
nobler, swceter song sing of your glo-
rious chivalry.
repeat, this proud day for An
derson, in unveiling our monument.
We have chosen to celebrate the
birthday Of Gen. Robert E. Lee-the
grand, the peerless, the incompatible
Robert E. Lee, our idol, the old
South's pride, the old South and the
new. Grand hero. Great Virginia's
God-like son. You who have follow
ed him on Virginia battle6elds and
stood with him in the closing scenes
at Appomattox, know how to honor
and revere his name. AS we speak
to-day of him your mind gees back to
the days you saw him riding on cold
Traveller" in the smoke of battle; he
rides along the line and, with arm out
stretched, says to you, "Follow me
and save the day." Who is this
grand military leader vino saves the
day? Tis Lee, tbs Lee! And then,
in his last moments. as death draws
near, he il heard to murmur, "Strike
the tents;" and then with emphasis
he says, "Tell Hill he must come up"
These sentences serve to show what
fields the Imagination was passing
through. No historian can half write
the history or muse sing tho songs; no
minstrel string the Tyre which ftly
celebrates this grand horo's fame. To
me, to you, he is our. own immortal
Lee.
And now our beautiful monument,
Of which wo feel. so proud, stands
ready to be unveiled, and the Memori-
al Association have selected no more
appropriate person to unveil the mon
ument than the beginner and finisher
of the work-Miss Lenora G. Hub
bard.
To-day we have reached the Mecca
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