The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-11-17
touched, lives amid Its green sward and
mighty trees, monument to our host

lul6uty ElICCbs a AhSAaAAASAAsH ~
OF this evening.
'.And down the valley beside the wa
tiers Of the Shenandoah and the James.
at the eve and the morn of day, the
shadow of stately portico and lofty gable,
caressed by the vines and lichens and me
moses of years. falls on the land a
liwect and perennial benedtction upon
h,m who turned his hand from the torch
and listened not to the message of flame.
.'And, slrs, pray. and voice the feel
ines of the South, that when the good
angel who holds the Book OF Nations.
would turn to these orders OF fire and
fame, that he would allow tear OF Tor
giyeness to blot elem forever from the
record.
,.The passing years have winnowed the
hight and the sorrow from our Southern
land Where the sword rang upon steer.
the birds amidst the flower EMPOWERED
land are voIcing their songs OF praise,
and the lowing herds wander through
tho rich meadows in full contentment ana
peace; and over the fields of sorrow the
soft Southern sun has woven carpet
Of green and touched with the glory OF
nlenty the yellow wheat, the dropping
cotton boil and the waving fields OF corn;
and through the encarmined fields OF
~. valley and OF the Piedmont, Weav-
Ing together forever In the loom OF peace
the blue and gray. binding lake ana sea,
driven by the masterful ehersies o. ny
friend Stevens. here WIN VS. 'ot'sA''
eyes, sir, from the chaos OF those saa
davs wa are erecting majestic civil
sization. crowned with an exalted citlzeh-
shin. holding with Its strong hanus la NM.
and sea and river, and North ana Soutn
and East and West in the bonds OF pat
riotism indivlsible IN Its love- ana 1ha''''-
less in Its strength and power.
No "
NV native land touching our host 10
night and swelling my heart towards
him with kindness and love, my soul
turns instinclvely to the love OF woman
as the only expression OF the emotion
too holy for my poor utterahceS'
A SWEET STORY.
"Do vol remember the old sweet story
of the Persian King and the great Cyrus?
When Cyrus had captured the heautiiIl
wife of Arbaces, the king. throwing aside
all tho precautions OF safety, hurried INTO
the presence OF the great warrior, NUM-
bling himself before him. exclaimed; -,
Cyrus give me back m, my w Shacesq, !" said ahs
cyrus. %, king, will give my life for
her. was his answer,
"yyhen she had been restored In safety
to her husband and they We're alone IN
their palace, Arbaces said: Wire, What
thought thou OF the great Cyrus. VINO
20. king. saw not him; only looked
on the face of the man who SAID ne
would give his life for me-
"And here tonight. this splendid as
sembly, appreclating my feelings az, c'i'
only the lofty American citizen, will al
low me to do honor alone to the man VINO
travail AS a son Of old Virginia, God
bless her, whose bosom bears scars ana
wounds OF cruel war. but whose soul IS
pure and holy. propose his health, AS
q son of the great Valley, where every
mountain top is shrine of holy memory,
holy and sweet, and where on every ya y,
rest our sepulehred dead, wrapped IN
their cerements of gray, ! rise 70 hohor
him. ,.,,L-