The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1910-04-27

get not whose sons you are, whose
inheritance you possess, remember
that he who for his country dies, shall
find an honored grave. In peace or in
war. wear worthily the mantle Of
southern manhood-the most precious
legacy we can bequeath you. We leave
our record in your keeping, guard it
as you would your own spotless honor;
suffer neither falsehood or injustice
to asperse our memory, and perish the
Infamous, foul charge that they who
for Dixie died were either rebels or
traitors.
There is more sweet music in the
one word woman than Orpheus ever
piped on his tender flute to his loved
and lost Eurydice, and / can offer her !
no greater, higher honor than to say
she is the magic key that unlocks the
golden gates of the New Jerusalem
that erring man may therein enter and
battle his weary soul in seas or
Heavenly rest, and not wave of trou-
bic roll across his peaceful breast"
According to Yankee parlance, am
an unreconstructed rebel; a term that
distinguishes me from southern rene
gades; and of all stenches polluting
creation that emanating from a south
ern renegade is to me the most loath-
some. 4 would rather be a dog and
beg the moon" than such an one. /
would sooner be "a toad and feed on
the vile vapors of a dungeon" than
live. grow and fatten on the sacrifice
of manhood. Southern renegades are
so little and insignificant that a whole
team of them could play ball in my
hat and not one of them have man.
hood enough to make first base; I am
not an unreconstructed rebel, but am
a constitutionally pluperfectly con-
structed nfederate-"siXteen ounces
to the pound, all wool and a yard
wide,' and will die one, the plain
literal English of which is that l am
most emphatically and uncompromis-
ingly against this United States gov
eminent, as administered upon its
basis of inequality, injustice, section
alsm and niggerism.
Our grand old mountains stand fit
ting monument of our glorious heroes,
majestic mausoleum of majestic
men; and as long as their grey sum-
mits shall catch the early rays of
morning or hold lovingly the last lin
gering flush of the setting day, as
long as the crystal streams that gush
from their rock sides flow onward to
the sea, so long shall every wind that
wakes the meanings of the mountain
pine and every wave that stirs the
echoes of the valley continue to pro-
long the mighty dirge of the south's
woe for these immortal names that
were not born to die.
''They fell devoted, but undying,
The very gales their names are
signing,
The silent pillar, cold and gray,
Claim kindred with their sacred clay;
Their spirits wrap the dusky mountain,
Their memory sparkles DER the foun-
The smallest rill, the mightiest river,
Roll mingling with their fame for
ever"
History will inscribe their fame on
unfading scrolls; poetry will embalm
| it in imperishable songs; sculpture
and painting will pour around it their
brightest inspiration; eloquence on its
successive anniversaries will awake it,
as with a trumpet of resurrection, to
| glory again, and on the undying
echoes of tradition.
1T will roll from soul to soul,
| And grow forever and forever
The battle scenes which the heroes
| of the south have painted, the mem
cries which Confederate valor, loyalty
and endurance have bequeathed, the
| blessed recollections, which the pious
| labors, the sanity ministrations and
the more than Spartan inspiration of
| the women of the south have embalm-
ed will dignity for all time the an
nails of the civilized world. We need
not turn to Marathon nor Their
mopylea to find warriors who have
wreathed their brows with unfading
chaplets, nor search the storied ar
chives of Spartan valor for names that
| were not born to die, We need not
rifle the mausoleums of Athens nor de-
cipher the moss grown cantaphs of
Rome to find the names of those who
| carved their way to glory through the
fiery track of war and went up from
battle and burning to their homes
among the stars. In all the galaxy of
fame there is no brighter constellation
than that of the Heroes of the Lost
Cause"
Nothing need cover their high fame
but Heaven,
No pyramid set off their memories.
But the eternal substance of their
greatness to which l leave
than