Los Angeles herald., 1907-01-20

Walton from the narrow path of recti-
tude and honor" Future history will
record him as one of the greatest men
of the nineteenth century. When the
fires of passion and hatred have been
finally extinguished by new civiliza-
tion, the sons and daughters of the
north will vie with the sons and
daughters Of the south in paying hon.
age to this illustrious patriot But
great as he was, he was no greater in
his sphere than was the private Con-
federate soldier.
Honors Volunteers
After we have wreathed our COM
manding generals with encomiums of
the grateful people, the bold fact re-
mains that the highest conception of
heroism, patriotism, zeal and courage
was found manifest in the ragged pri-
vate who had no hope of reward save
that of duty well done. In all the an
nails of warfare there is found no page
which glows more vividly with the light
of heroism than does that which con-
tains the records of the Confederate
soldiers. AS the great struggle nears
the hopeful ending, see him starving,
emaciated, stripped of everything save
his honor, being ready and willing to
die for principle which was as near to
his heart as ever prompted self-sacri-
flee. No marble shafts mark their last
resting place, but in some forgotten field
lie buried these, our heroes, and the
Daughters, of the Confederacy will ever
search out with a vigilant eye these
unmarked graves and streW them with
flowers of love and remembrance, while
they cherish the precious lives of the
remnant now living. We are told that
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shall be raised to life, and then it will
be that they shall take their place with
the unnumbered hosts of saints and
martyrs and sweep through the pearly
streets of Paradise on snowy wings of
Immortality.
But, my countrywomen, thank God,
at last there came time when the
mouth of the cannon was muzzled, the
roar of artillery ceased, shot and shell
no longer did it's terrible execution. The
sword remained sheathed in it's scab-
bard, the bayonet was laid away, the
muskets stacked, the aching heart was
paciied, the sob was hushed, the
widows tear was dried, the orphans
cry was silenced:
The muffled drum sad roll has beat
The soldiers last tattoo;
No more on life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On flames, eternal camping ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And glory guards with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead.
REST on. embalmed and sainted dead,
Dear as the blood We gave;
No impious footstep here shall tread
The herbage of your grave;
Nor shall your glory be forgot
While fame her record keeps,
Or honor points the ballowed spot
Where ValOr proudly SlaenS "
The stars and bars float no longer
over the masts of the great ships that
ride the silvery seas. but far above in
the deepest arch of the armament of
love its stars glitter in eternal radiance.
Star of South Still Shines
1t has been said the south has left
its lotus land with its mystic purple
shades and soft waters that lull the
south to raVishing dreams, and entered
the bracing atmosphere of the healthy
light of the world of today. She has
deved into the depths of the earth and
brought up the mighty forces of civil
iZation which nature i'm the beginning
stored away for this time of her awak.
ening. she sits not amid the ruins of
her temples, like q sorrowing priestess
with yelled eye and depressed soul
mourning for that which has been.
With face turned sunWard and heart
ahame with ardor she goes bravely
forth to meet that which shall be.
Janus-like, she looks to the past and to
the future; to the past for the deeds
of heroism from which she Salns that
inspiration needed ii peace as in war;
to the future for the prosperity which
can be found in unbroken unity alone.
The star of the south burns i'm golden
flame against the pulsing arch of sky
which bends above the sunny land on
the distant horizon the star of the north
in irridescent glow CLEANS upon crests
of snow. and their mingled light il
Eliminates the pathway on which our
nation moves to a glorious destiny"
Today we are pursuaded that perhaps
our nation has been made purer and
brighter and better by reason of scat
tering the flowers of knighthood of the
Eorth and south side by side upon our
hallowed soil "A nation without ruins
Is patton without memories. A nation
without memories is nation without
liberty A land that wears a laurel
crown may be fair to see, but tWine
few sad cypress leaves around the brow
of any land, and be that land beauti-
less and bleak. and it becomes lovely in
its consecrated coTonet of sorrow, and