The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-05-20

stimulating in us commendable Sor
 ern pride, We shall at the same tiT | nfted to higher and broader Americ. d.
 ism, as we hastily recall in this centen-
 nial year the great events in Louisiana s | past and proud history.
 An Orators Metaphor.
 She is now one hundred years old, but
 hundred years ago she was the most l wonderful infant ot the century-a very | giantess at her birth If I were disposed to deal in metaphor, I would say that the
 Mississippi River. in its entire stretch,
 was the tape-line which measured. and the only line that was long enough to l measure, her length; for while her baby
 brow was kept cool by the snowfiakes of | the Rocky Mountains, her feet were
 warmed in the tidewaters of the gulf l stream.
 She had scarcely pascsed her girlhood J when, like her elder sister, Virginia, she 1 became the mother of an enormous prog
 eny of States and was adding new stars 1 to this Unions galaxy. And there are
 now two more of her children ready to
 take their places in the great sisterhood I of States
 If we call the roll of her daughters. l beginning with Montana, Wyoming and | the Dakotas, and then call Iowa, Minne-
 sota, Missouri, Nebraska Colorado, Kan sas. Arkansas. taking in the spirited, as- bring damsels. Oklahoma and Indian 1 Territory, every one of them can his torically respond to the name of Louisi- | ana.
 Her Record in Three Wars. But again. she was only about ten years old when she was receiving into | her bosom the fire of the British guns; and when from behind her breastworks | of cotton bales. defeat and death were being carried to British arms and British l hopes.
 She was not much older when another | war came; and again she stepped to the l front, sending her grim old sugar planter, Zachary Taylor to win victory and fame in Mexico, and establish peace with our | neighbor.
 And then. in the great war-the war | between the States-her Washington ar- | tillery. with its incomparable. world l famed batteries: her modest and meek | tigers" whose very name carried tremor
 to the nerves of all foes: her sun-burnt | boys from her rich parishes, leaving
 cane fields and cotton to the care of faith ful slaves-all, all of these sons were steadfastly at the front, writing the name of Louisiana in richest blood, on every
 page of that bloodiest chapter in the rec | ords of time
 Hats Of to Louisiana. | Our hats are off to you. Louisiana. With uncovered heads and unbidden hom- ] age, We bring our heartfelt congratua- | tfons on the patriotic lessons drawn from l the retrospect of your eventful past. It | Is your privilege to look back through
 four epochs of service to different govern | ments: and, whether your allegiance is l due to France, or Spain, or the Southern | Confectionery, or the American Republic l it is but a simple justice to Louisiana to
 say that the flag of none was ever tar | nished in her hands, If the honors that | cluster around the brow of Louisiana.
 gathered under four governments, could
 be distributed they would make fitting | diadems for dozen States.
 The Two Pictures.
 "If I were making this morning a
 summary of your achievements, I would not exclude even that chapter which re- | cords the failure of New Orleans to suc- | cessfully resist the advance of the Fed | eral army near the spot where Andrew Jackson wrenched victory from the moth | CT country. In comparing these two tests | of Southern prowess, it must be remem- | bered that the armies which old Hick- | ory so signally defeated. had no iron l clads; and that the red coat of Packen- | ham. wrapped neither the heart of an | American nor the soul of a Southerner, whereas. the blue uniform of Farragut. | who led his gunboats through your bat | teries' enveloped the form of an Amer | ican in whose veins ran Southern blood: | in whose heart burned Southern fire, and | from whose brain flashed Southern | genius.
 Line of Closed Chapter. And now. dear friends of New Orleans. | shall I close the next chapter, which records the entrance into your city of | Gen. Benjamin F. Butler. and of his | somewhat noted administration? If you
 
 the seal long enough to point to one fact which l think is worth noting if for no | other reason than because it illustrates l the strange mutations of that marvellous era. That fact is this, that if General Butler could have had his way in 1860. the name of the President of the United States for the four following years would | have been not Abraham Lincoln, but Jef- ferson Davis. But the book is closed | now.
 The Past Inspires the Future.
 We will not indulge on this centennial | day. this political milennial morning. or at any other times, in any bitterness. We | feel none. We pity those who do. We | have long since drawn the curtain of ob-
 things of the past; ana we cherish as Americans the valor and noble deeds of
 both armies. and of all sections. We are satisfied with our own record: and
 the power that would attempt to make us | blush for it would be both stupid and | blind We are heirs. joint heirs, with
 the republics children in the inheritance 1 of freedom left by our sires. We are
 proud of all the past Moreover We are | now facing a future pregnant with tre- | mendous possibilities; but we face 1t with strength of nope and assurance. born | Of an unswerving purpose to discharge | our every duty to all races and to the | whole country. We are growing old but
 we still stand firmly on the narrow strip | or land Wnlcn separates us from a bound | less ocean.
 And as we go hence we will calmly | drop our mantles on the shoulders of our | sons. who will worthily wear them. and ] in no crisis of the republic, whether in l forum or field, will they be found want | ing,
 And now. my comrades. I close by | calling upon you. in recognition of this | magnificent welcome, to give three cheers 1 to New Orleans and Louisiana" At the conclusion of General Gordon's address, he turned to greet a lady gown ed in black who had come to the front of the rostrum during the latter portion of his address. Then leading her to the front of the platform he said: Mrs. Stonewall Jackson. Tt was my fortune and I will never cease to thank God that it was my for tune to follow, to know well. and to love | StOnewall Jackson. He is not here but | the best half of him is here in the per son of his wife. Comrades. I present to you Mrs. Stonewall Jackson' ITO your feet. boys. to your feet" was the cry of a veteran in a Tennessee dele gation but swift as came his cry, it came too late. The boys were up. every man of them and in the wild cheers that swept the hall the fair faced lady from Virginia was made to know once more how South ern love remembers.
 And here's young Jacksn." called out the General leading forward a very pret- | ty girl. Miss Julia Jackson Christian the granddaughter of the famous soldier. As |