The Roswell daily record. [volume] (Roswell, N.M.) 1903-current, 1909-06-11

Clear and bright the brooklet burst
Two had crawled. and each was bend
ing
Ger to Stake his burning thirst.
Then beneath the solemn starlight
OF the radiant, jeweled skies.
Both had turned. and were intently
Gazing in ZACH other's Eyes.
Both were solemnly forgiving-
flushed the pulse of passions
breath
Gained the m%addening thirst for bat
tie,
By the chilling hand of death.
Then spoke one in bitter anguish:
God q pity OF my wife,
And my children, in New Hampshire;
Orphans by this cruel strife.
And the other, leaning closer,
Underneath the solemn sky,
| Bowed his head to hide the moisture
Gathering in his downcast eye:
1--WE a wife and little daughter
Mid the fragrant Georgia bloom"
Then his cry rang sharper, wilder
"Oh, God! pity all their gloom"
| And the wounded, in their death hour,
Talking of the loved ones woes
| Nearer drew unto each other,
Till they were nc longer foes.
| And the Georgian listened sadly
As the other tried to speak,
| While the tears were dropping softly
Ger the pallor of his cheek:
| How she used to stand and listen,
Looking DER the fields for me,
| Waiting till b saw me coming,
Meath the shadowy old plum-tree.
| Nevermore I'll hear her laughter,
AS she sees me at the gate,
| And beneath the plum-trees shadows
All in rain for me she'll wait"
| Then the Georgian, speaking softly,
Said: "a brown eyed little one,
| Used to wait among b roses,
For me, when the day was done;
| And amid the early fragrance
OF those blossoms, fresh and sweet,
| Up and down the old verandah
I would chase my darlings feet
| But on earth no more the beauty
OF her face my eye shall greet,
| Nevermore I'll hear the music
OF those merry, pattering feet
All, the solemn starlight, falling
On the far-of Georgia bloom,
| Tells no tale unto my darling
VI hC1 oboOhk aSAS . OSSAAs
Through the tears that rose between
them
Boil were trying grief to smother,
And they clasped each others fingers
Whispering: Lets forgive each
other"
| When the morning sun was walking
"Up the gray stairs of the dawn,
And the crimson east was flushing
All the forehead of the morn,
| Plying skies were lookingly sadly
On the "once proud, happy land
| On the Southron and the Northman,
Holding fast each others hand.
Fatherless the golden tresses,
Watching meath the old plum-tree.
| Fatherless the little Georgian,
Sporting in unconscious glee.
When we evaluate the lives of our
| dead soldiers, we must not forget the
loss that our country sustained in the
| death of those whose courage and fl
| deity to conviction and hose love of
| country led them to dare and to die
upon the battlefield. If bravery is
to be judged by regimental losses in
| Southern soldiers in the Civil War.
The world has rung with b praises
Of 1.-THE Charge of the Light Bri-
gade" at Balaklava, when 673 Brit
ish cavalry rode against the Russian
batteries and 247, or a little over one
third, were killed and wounded. But
| the Twenty Sixth North Carolina went
in at Gettysburg with over 800 men
men answering to roll call. When the
battle was over, just 80 men out of
more than 800 were left. More strik-
ing was the record of the Eleventh
| North Carolina. All there was left of
1t when it got to Gettysburg was three
officers and thirty-eight men, consol-
| idated to less han half a company.
After two days fighting only a cap
tain, two ~privates and the color bear-
er remained. These charged with
Pickett's Brigade and only the captain
and two privates came back. The
color bearer was killed and the cap
tain came back carrying the colors.
| Only three men left out of a regiment.
Out of the entire military population
| of South Carolina over % per cent
were killed or mortally wounded on
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