The Roswell daily record. [volume] (Roswell, N.M.) 1903-current, 1908-06-09

Behind him were the great tradi.
tions OF his Enghsh race-there were
Hastings and Cressy and Agincourt
there were Naseby, Blenheim and
Quebec, there were Kings Mountain
and Valley Forge. In his blood flow
ed the blood of thousand years of
chivalry. He could face the line of
back
| All merit comes
| From facing the unequal
All glory comes from daring to be-
| gin.
Fame loves the state
| That reckless of the sequel,
Fights long and well, whether it lose
or win.
eff 1t might have been imagined, .
said Seneca, "that the Almighty should
take off his thought from the care of
his whole work, what more glorious
spectacle could he reflect upon than
a valiant man struggling with adverse
fortune"
Not long ago read from an English
review these words:
when all is done that man could
do and all is done in vain, the human
hearts goes out to the weaker side,
to the soldier who fought on ragged
and starving to the bitter inevitable
admit that hope was lost, and to the
noble women of the South who gave
OF their bravest and their best with
out a murmur."
States are not great, except as men
shall make them,
Men are not great, except they do
and dare.
These men fell bleeding and with
broken swords before the altar of
their country. Their reward was the
mperishable Knighthood of their SER
vice. 1 imagine that the knights of
the Holy Grail never sought other re-
ward than just to serve. The Con-
federate soldier was the flower of no.
BILE and heroic courage. Duty laid
her kiss upon his brow, and Love of
Country folded him in her arms. He
enriched the world in honor. He ad-
ded to the spiritual riches of man
kind. The memory of his deeds is the
trueaure of his people, incorruptible,
undefiled aid that fadeth not away.
No noble action is ever lost, no brave
deed shall ever pass away. They are
written upon the everlasting pages of
the Universe, they are inscribed upon
the hills shall be laid low, and theS>
shall be no more sea, but nothing of
moral worth shall ever perish. Upon
the coral of such lives as these, Gods
islands lift
Their fronded palms in air.
But If religion were superstition and
faith were folly, if death ends all and
icy night awaits the world, these
men lived the only life fit to be lived.
To those who keep alive in loyal
hearts the memory of the Confederate
dead, / would say, these men choose
the noblest part. This is the best life
offers any man, to strive for the high
est, the greatest, the bravest he
knows. Is it not better to achieve
these things, even at the cost of life
itself, than to purchase length of days
by mean and sordid living, by coward
ice or craft, by surrender of the fine
ideals of manhood in base compliance
to dishonor? In the heart Of every
man the Everlasting has made an
swer. If the cause was lost the men
were not. Looking beyond the little
span of human life, into the white
light of eternity, what better could
we have wished for the Confederate
soldier than to have played his part
as he did? He has left heroic mem
ories that chasten and purify the
hearts of all who shall come after
him. He has lifted life above the low
level of the commonplace into the
realm of precious and immutable
things, into the great spiritual real
itles which abide above all change,
beyond the reach of years.
The story of the dying Sidney who
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