The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-05-31
Daughters of the
 American Revolution.

~DS~eSAAk x esH5eAel<ekNsAes1eNeAs1MG0aS Peace is at last the cry of the hireling States, and 1t will increase in loudness until it will be heard everywhere, and will control the conduct of Yankee-Doo- dledom. The Doodles with whom our sol diers sometimes converse, say they will vote for any peace man" whom the Chicago or other convention will nomi- | nate. The requirement of 500,00o more soldiers by Lincoln will add to those who | favor cessation of hostilities; and their influence thus strengthened will prevent | the execution of the draft, and encour- | age assertions from their army. But we must be vigilant, when the Yankees pro- pose a suspension of arms. The Trotans were destroyed more by their desire of peace than by the valor of the Greeks before the siege of Troy was raised. We must beware lest a wooden horse full of evil be introduced within our walls For my part desire peace as much as any one, but I am for peace only when the independence of our Confederacy is ac. knowledged. Dark days may yet be be- fore us, but am willing to grope through them rather than submit to Yankee dom nation. Rather than be conquered and ruled by such a race let us join hands in imitation of the ancient Pascagoulas
  and the praises of our God march into the waves of the sea. Beyond midnight lies the land of sunshine He only ap- preciates the beauty and the glory of the sun, who has seen and felt the darkness I still command the brigade. General Oracle may be promoted.
 John W. A. Sanford.
 The Birthday of President Davis, so fn ha nhaar yo1 Inn L. nently before the public for time. and the following letter clipped from The Confederate Veteran may prove of. some interest,"
 President Davis as I Knew Him.
 By Sue Tarpley Carter.
 In the days of my childhood Mir. Davis was a frequent and much-honored guest at the home of my father in Jackson, Miss. Business often called him to the Capitol. and as they were warm per- sonal and political friends they were much together. and some of the most vivid memories of my life are connected with that great and good man.
 Though but little girl, I would sit for hours listening to their talk of the serious times that were upon us. and of what the future might bring. They were both slave owners. kind and mer- ciful masters, and the question was often
  terest even a child. Mir. Davis was a brilliant conversationalst; every word of his was chaste and elegant. and such a fund of information was underlying all he said that 1t was liberal education to be with him. He was a type of the Old South. bearing in his personality it's culture and refinement His fine breed- ing was always present but never ob- trusive.'' To children he was lovely, lis- fo vxifb aft nd pathy. Kind and gentle always. he full filled completely my ideal of a Chris | tian gentleman, for he loved his Church and was guided by its teachings In ev- cry action of his life His coming was like sunshine to all, and to me, who had | shared a warm place in his heart from l my earliest years. 1t was pleasure un- speakable.
 I heard my father say after one of his visits. Mir. Davis is the grandest l man ever knew" and I have letters of his while in Washington, when MT. | Davis was Secretary of, War, telling of the high esteem in which he was held | and predicting a future for him that would overshadow even his fame in | Mexico. a It is not to be wondered at, then. that ! we were full of pride and delight when | he was chosen President of the Con federacy. confident that "this choice had fallen on one entirely worthy He spent l a day with us on his way to Montgomery to be inaugurated. He bore his new hon | ors with his usual calm dignity; was | full of interest in our little circle. speak | ing little of himself. but much of the [ cause we held so dear. O those golden | days of hope. I see them through a mist [ of tears.
 When the cannon boomed and the | crowd gathered to escort him to the de- ! pot, Mir. Davis had a little boy upon his | knee, trying to mend a broken toy. He | put the little fellow down, saying in a tore of voice that touched us all: This i is my last day in private life; tomorrow I belong to the people," Just before he left he turned to me. saying, Daughter, I have something for you and left in my hand a picture of himself. For many years I have preserved it carefully, burying it with my jewelry during the war at the approach of the Federals, as the discoIorations around the face still show.
 When the war was ended and MT. Davis free, he came to Jackson as the guest of Governor Humphreys. We had not seen him since those fateful days. He had suffered much. and we longed to do him honor Alas. our little city was garrisoned by Yankee troops. and we dared not make a demonstra tion Tor fear of harm to him The young people at our house and planned to l. storm Governor Humphreys and greet nis distinguished guest. The Governor. hat dear old soldier grasped our mean ng instantly. and have his note beside me as write. saying: Storm on. young ladies' I am ready
 My mother and were invited to re- ,eive with the Governors family. and