The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-01-07

s a ks~fsa nov doe6 whetsver he
 q ''Re e his virtues very Nina
 And to his faults e little blind,
 He is much forgiven. because he loved
 much.
 You are oonseeratad not only to the task of patriotism and philAnthropy, but also to the cause of education. The work Of the Daughters ,s to collect his- torical data, to pick up. as 1t were, the dropped stitches of history, and to pro- tect historic places aEalnst the gnawing tooth of Time. Soma days. ago our city entertained a distinguished conpeny of historical students. professors in north ern universities. Led by the genial State Historian. Thomas Owen. the party en- deavored to inspect the gioosny pile, disniied as the Stafe Capitol As we stumbled through the uplishted corfi- dors, climbing dAngy Aixhts of unswept stairways, which ike the niGhts of elo- quence, left behind by the legislators, were ever and anon punctuated with pe- riods of tobacco juice. I heard q lady ex- claim amidst the milidew and corruption and despite the provocafion of 6 ruined gown, How romantic. What a dear, delightful, inspiring old place" won- dered what she would have said were the place we'll lighted and clean. won- dered into what estanies she would have fallen had she found the chcerless struc- ture made cosy by the fostering care of tho Daughters of the Confederacy. What would she have said if she were told that the star at the entrance, marking the spot where Davis was inaugurated. was placed there by the Sophia Bibb Chapter, and at the suggestion of one yzran ia &r1 T>,&Aaf <r-Iazr Inc nA Mrs. Janney.
 . The emblem of your Chapter is the Cherokee rose and your motto: Memory makes love eternal" Who of the South does not know the Cherokee rose and rec gard it with fond admiration as it climbs. retwines and doubles itself over hedges or up the sides of cabins transforming them into howery bowers unrivalied in beauty? Oftimes beneath the azure sky the fair petals of the flower rest mo- tionIess. Within the foliage, the scam- pering chancellor seeks his hidden hole. Rsstiessiy small dull-colored bird hops in and out among the blossoms, his eyes ever on the alert Both shade themselves in the grateful cool of the generous climber.
 Do you know the legend of the Cherokee rose? How the lovelorn Indian maiden, noe1nS rom the WigWam or .nef Latner with her warrior swain, throws herself from the cliff. while from the abysmal depths shoots up the Cherokee rose. each bud a blood drop of the maiden to remind her warrior brave that Memory makes love eternal?' When think of the deathless love of the Indian girl, of the still more unselfsh love of her fairer sisters, who came after her. perpetuating
 the memory and exaltDng the national principle of Southern martyrs, say with the poet 9outhey.
 They sin who tell us love can die, It's holy flame forever burneth. From Heaven it came; Go Heaven re- tufneth, .
 l Too oft on earth a troubled guest. At times. deceived:N at times, oppressed; ]; It here. is, tried and purified. Then Heaven hath its perfect rest. 1t sOweth here with toll and care, But the harvest time of Love is there" :" At the conclusion of Drs Meesing's ad- dress the president then introduced Dr. Rice, pastor of the Court Street Metho- dist Church, who in an earnest prayer invoked Gods blessing on the work of the Daughters of the Confectionery. The guests were ushered into the library where the refreshments were served, Mrs. Terry Richardson and Mrs. Virgil Grimm presiding at the table. The young ladies receiving were Miss Anna Fillmore.
 Nellie Holt, Julia Taylor, Mary Belle
 Jones and little Ellen Dexter.