The weekly true Democrat. (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1905-1912, 1906-03-16
TIE BLUE AND rHE GRAY.
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waste your breath by telling any man
that ever read history that you thought
you were right. OF course you Thought
80, and that explains what you did.
We thought you were wrong, and 1
think results now show that we were
right, but we won't argue that point.
but will both Of US Just look at our
united country today. There she stands
the greatest world power in all the
earth"
still held his hand; he looked at me,
and ] surely am positive that there was
a slight moisture gathered to his eyes,
and he said: Stranger, do you mean
that?" / said: cts as true as Cos
pei" And again he swore and said
"Well, that's good talk"
| stopped on my homeward journey
at Charleston, S. c., and went into a
church yard there in the city and saw q
monument erected to the fallen ones of
a crack company raised there in the
city. think if remember that they
lost more than their original enlistment.
One side of this shaft recited the par
ticulars as to their engagements; on
the other three were some verses, and
as l read them, tears came into my
eyes-tears of sympathy for the desc
late homes. think the sentiment was
most touching, and at the risk of firing
you out with this long spun out letter
am going to give them to you:
FIRST SIDE
AT every board vacant chair.
Fills with quick tears some tender eye,
And in our maddest sport appears
Those we'll known forms that will not die.
We lift the glass our hand is stayed
We jest, a spectre rises up
And weeping, though no word Is said,
We kss-and pass-the silent cup
SECOND SIDE
"Furl that banner. true tits CORY.
But tits wreathed around with glory
And its name shall live in story
Though its folds are now in dust.
For it's fame on brightest pages
Sung by poets told by saRes
Shall go sounding down the ages,
Furl its folds though now we must
THIRD SIDE.
And she points with tremblous hand below
To that weary and worn array.
To the heroes who fought in the morning glow
To the glory that crowned the gray.
Alas for that battered and broken host,
Frail wrecks from a CORY sea,
And pale a hand from the realm of ghosts
Salute them-they fought with Lee"
Are not these fine inscriptions My
eyes are again moist as ! write them,
there is so much reading between the
lines But my dear comrade of the
Grey, we will soon strike our tents and
take up our march for the other shore.
How is it with you IA Soldier of the
Cross"-I can but believe that you are,
that you have enlisted for life under
that banner, sworn allegiance to that
great Captain that Lee and Stonewall
and so many others of your great COM
manders served. Long, long ago con-
fessed the dear Savior as mine, and
though doubtless a poor soldier / am
fighting under his banner and am sure
of victory.
My dear boy if you havn't already
enlisted under him, won't you do so :?
and do it now? He wants you, He gave
His life for you your place upon
the cross, that you might not have to
go up. He needs more solders-wants
you wants you out on the firing line
and you will be, oh, so we'll cared for
under Him, the dear Lord Jesus-.you
and your household. The Blue and the
be clothed in white, with their names
in his foreheads, and their names in
His book of life If you are not already
enrolled Just hand Him your name. II
matters not in this enl jstment your
heigth, your bodily condition or what
your past life has been No questions
are asked, only do you want to enlist
under Him. If so, He not only will
accept you but He is even now, and
has been for years, longing for you.
presumably will never meet you in
this world, but shall hope to meet you
there, and shall surely look for you up
on my arrival.
God bless you and direct you in all
your ways; and may your last days be
your best days, as they surely will If
you are His child, for then death is but
going home.
l am sending you a copy of little
paper published here, you will see that
have taken the liberty to publish your
letter, and once again thank you for
writing me.
Your comrade of the Blue and your
brother in Christ
d. F. WALLACE.