The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1902-05-15
MEMORIAL Exercises
ATHEBREN CEMETERY


P. BENJAMIN, whose brilliant talents and
splendid services won for him the proud
sobriquet The Brains of the ,Confede-
racy,9 down to the private who riven
with shot or she'll yielded his soul to
God. or VINO forlorn and footsore turned
tox, that woeful April morn, and trudged
YEARLY along through ravaSed fields and
desecrated manors, his heart breaking
wit With the pity Of IT. his soul scared WITH
How many a grief-stricken mother
waited in vain for the return Of her high
spirited boy; he sleeps perchance on some
in in gray gray in the kindly lap Of mother earth
Many have been buried by tender hands,
but nc. Inscription marks their resting
place for aak they are Part of the Ho
sad the thought! Unknown Aye. in
name perhaps. but their valor and ch1V-
airy shall be known and .glorified as long
as Southern hearts shall beat in Southern
breasts; aye. as long as men shall honor
virtue and bow before superhunan dar-
Ing. The world will read the History of
ton of its people, animated by that sense
Of honor which makes men heroes in the
struggle for right"
To preserve their glorious example the
| Southern women have made their duty,
and how nobly it is being fulfilled is at
ths plots
| the silent comrades in gray have been
gathered together Year after year these
| tributes are paid that children may see
and know and thank God for the heroism
of Southern freemen, and, alas. year by
year the answers to the roll call OF the
defenders grow fewer and fewer, as the
old heroes drop off one by one, to Join
their comrades beyond the river. But
ITO live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die
We will ever consider it our precious
y - 80 I1No, f,,J Tow,
green and fresh, as dedicated by your
hallowed bones to the glorious cause
which men call lost. but which is spirit
ually imperishable.
A sweet spot to rest. Confederate SOL
diers. your trials and sufferings over.
Sleep on, We southerns true, deep and
muffled drum or fife to break your
troubled slumbers; it is the Camp OF
DEATH angels of Heaven are the senti-
| nels; from GabrierS horn will sound the
bugle blast calling to reveille.
Confederate soldier! Prouder your title
| ll1an king, more glorious than emperor
and justice. your memory is perpetual
| monument to noble patriotism; a lasting
rebuke to that mock patriotism. the in
| of gold and the smell Of the market place
Well cherish and revere your memory
! Confederate soldier! Your noble example
adorn this Sacred eds sod with fragrant al, dow
ers of spring and their freshness shall be
| an emblem of our external alteration. Oh,
noble souls. how great the debt posterity
spring up abroad through the land. Let
them keep. ever before the minds of the
the 81 Of o tne 9
on the altar of war to the cause Of coun-
try and civil liberty
All praise to the noble women who have
banded together throughout the South
and who tenderly decorate the grassy
plots where lie the. flower of Southern
e ef tn ThEough them has the prayer
Gather the sacred dust
OF the warriors, tried and true,
Who bore the flag Of a nations trust
| And fell in q cause, though lost. still just,
| And died for me and you.
| Gather them one and all
| From the private to the chief,
Come they from howell or pricely hall;
They fell for US, and for them should fall
The tears of a nations grief.
IMPERISHABLE MEMORIES.
| May such a spirit enter all who have
been apathetic and irresponsible. The
heaped over the brave. Love of country
and of right are still ruling passions in
| Southern hearts and make certain the
| prediction that when all else shall have
been forgotten the memory Of the intrepid
! achievements of these men OF mettIe
will be yet green in Southern hearts.
| Let us at least make this yearly pill
/ grimage to this consecrated soil and
| here, before God and man, renew our
! vows of allegiance to those eternal prin-
| ciples Of right and justice which en-
| dowed with iron strength the souls of
the grandest band of warriors the world
/ has ever seen. Wars Of conquest have
! never ceased, nations still boast of wealth
and power. but which can point to the
sacrifice of a whole people animated, not
by. greed for temporal, power. but by I'M
Charta and the Constitution?
All the eulogies which loving hearts
have framed. all the panegyrics which
bly, short of expressing our alteration,
! our reverence for our warriors. If those
silent tongues could speak they would
bid us honor them by picturing. ever the
!! holiness of the Lost Cause, recalling ever
the pure emotions which stirred those
/ tender hearts. and pray increasingly that
God will rear up in beautiful Dixie gene
radons which shall find their highest
/ ideal in the emulation of their martyred
| ancestors. and reflect ever that the Lost
Cause is not lost. for right can never die.
HE wins the most who honor saves,
Success is not the test
SECRETARY PEKIN LEGATION