The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1903-01-08
THE CIVIL WAR; ITS CAUSE AND EFFECT.
An Able Article By John l. Evans Read on Mississippi
Day. Before Stems Greek High School.

are only few of the bloody fields
on which the descendants of the
Cavalier, the Hugenot and Scotch
Irish immortalized themselves dur
the war to say nothing of Stone
wall Jackson's bloody campaigns;
Perryville, Chicamauga, Kennasaw
Mountain and other great battles
fought during the progress of the
war.
But the most painful, and to all
Americans, the most shameful
period of the war was Sherman's
march through Georgia. This is
one part of the war that think
the better people of the North
would like to have blotted from the
pages of history, and the name Of
that loathsome vulture-William
Tecumsie Sherman-be forever
sunk into oblivion from the re-
membrance of future generations.
The names of Lincoln, Grant,
Thomas, McClellen, Rosencrans
and other brave and generous
Union statesmen and soldiers will
ever be revered in the South for
their magnanimity to a fallen foe,
but the name of Sherman will for
ever be a staunch in the nostrels,
his vile name execrated as long as
song and story will keep alivettt7ie
awful memories of that terrible
campaign There is only one in
stance. that can recall that is par
allel to it for barbarous and in
human treatment to the vanquished
over whom his hords of vandals
trampeled, and that was the Duke
of Cumberland after the battle of
Culloden, when he marched through
the High Lands of Scotland. The
dreadful cruelty practiced upon the
vanquished made his name execrat-
ed throughout Scotland, and fixed
an indellible stain upon his memory.
| will here append some fine verses
written by that noble old Scotch
poet, Tabias Smolet, on the condi-
ton of his country after it, that
were applicable to this country
after Sherman passed through.
Called.
"THE TEARS OF SCOTLAND"
"Mourn, hapless Catalonia, mourn,
Thy banlshed peace, thy laurels
torn!
Thy sons, for vaIor long removed,
Lie slaughtered on their native
ground;
Thy hospitable roofs no more
Invite the stranger to the door;
In smoky ruins sunk they lie,
The monuments of cruelty.
The Wretched owner sees afar
His all become the prey of war;
Bethinks him of his babes and wife,
Then smites his breast, and
curses life.
Thy SWANS have famished on the
rocks,
Where once they fed their Wanton
flocks;
Thy ravished virgins shrek in
vain;
Thy infants perish on the plain.
What boots it, then,in every cline,
Through the wide-spreadihg
waste of time,
Thy martial glory crowned with
praise,
Still shone with undiminjshed blaze?
Thy towering spirit now is broke,
Thy neck is Bonded to the yoke.
What foreign arms could never
quell,
By civil rage and rancor fell.
The rural pipe and merry lay
No n ore shall cheer the happy
day:
No social scenes of gay delight
Beguile the dreary winter night:
No strains but those of sorrow flow,
And naught be heard but sounds
of woe,
While the pale phantoms of the
slain
Glide nightly Ger the silent plain.
Oh! baneful cause, oh! fatal morn,
Accused to ages yet unborn!
The sons against their fathers
stood,
The parent shed his children's
blood.
Yet, when the rage of battle ceased,
The victor's soul was not ap-
peaSed:
The naked and forIorn must feel
Devouring flames and numbering
The pouS mother doomed to death,
ForSaken Wanders Ger the
heath;
The bleak wind whistles round her