Bryan morning eagle. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1898-1909, 1903-08-09

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the graves are, nor where the
headmarks belong. 1t is sad fact
that the county, to whom this Gem.
etery was decided years ago, has
done nothing in acknowledgement
of the gift. but has simply turned
il over to the keeping OF cows and
mules, and the only sound heard
there is the tramp Of grazing cat.
tie, the tinkle of passing cowbelll
The very bees disdain this UNI
lowered spot
As one looks around the unen.
closed graves, what rush of our
own thoughts and the thoughts of
others sweep over us ! We glance
at a ruined grave and know that
there lies
"one tina, 'ras a woman, sir, but rest her soul
she's dead"
There are others for whom, NOW
two PAGES Of the vilest earth is
room enough" In undertone we
hear,
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,
The rude foFefather OF The hamlet sleep
Around the graves of these old
men who came into a then un-
trodden wilderness and made the
county what il is today, We should
like to see the footprints of the
children and grandchildren, and
side by side with these, the tiny
footsteps of the great grandchil.
dren, brought there in love and
reverence for the dead, aud We
should like to know they are
taught to care for the dead, and
that the resting place Of those who
came before them should be dreams
of flowers and beauty. Peace
and loneliness in the graveyard
should rob death Of the terror ii
holds for the childish heart.
Two Confederate soldiers, pass
ing through Bonneville on their
way home on furlough, going with
glad hearts and eager steps, and
the hope Of being with their loved
ones soon. fell sick by the way,
died, and were buried in this GEM
etery and their graves are I'm.
known, somewhere in tie limits
Of the paupers' field The hands
that fought for our beloved Lost
Cause are folded over the gallant
hearts that faced the enemy in
many a hard. fought battle, and
now-"lie they there and none 80
poor TO do them reverence y The
soldiers last tattoo" is hushed in
the far past, and loving eyes, that
watched for the coming Of the men
in gray wept themselves dim with
vain yearnings for these men who
sleep here unknown and forgotten.
MUnder the marble splendor Of
the rich dust Of our grandest
cemetery, or under the cattle
tracks and nettles OF the neglected
country graveyard, sleep the same
human hearts; the gilt records Of
the rich, "the short and simple an
mails Of the poor" are the same
the world over. The life and low
ing Of the forgotten heart under
the nettles is the same as that OF
the proud heart lying under stately
marble, graved by the hand Of the
master-only the outer garments
are differently fashioned. | pray
you, friends, come 10 the rescue OF
these nameless, forgotten ones, and
let their last home be shielded
from the Decorating hoofs OF
browsing cattle, and. at least, mark
the place where grave once
showed itself, and let there be q
headstone, even II il be nameless
and datelessl What matters III
God understands" Let us dc
our duty TO the dead,
and hold Il solemn 10 the pas, %
In loyelinsfs OF perfect deeds
More strong than an poetic thoughts
let the feelings stirred up deeT
down in our hearts be wrought int,
the perfect deed Of caring for tn,
graves Of those forefathers Of our,
and in caring FOR these uncared
for grave-, either as individuals o
/ 10y the county.
~ trust have not wasted breath,
think We are not wholly brain ~
| trust we have loving heart
ready to act in this matter At once
aud rec that
After NE = Atful fever. they s'eep ~el.'
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