The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1911-10-15

DHecIreSS-Mrs. w. w. whitfield.
Committee Members in Pensacola
Organization Of New chapters-Frrst
district, Miss Fannie Caldwell, Mrs.
Thomas Hannah.
Florida Room Confederate Museum
Mrs. F. P.~Fleming, Mrs. Lou O'Neal.
Arlington Monument-Mrs. ]. W.
Finch, director; Miss Leila Reese
Shiloh Monument-Mrs. H. H Nc
Creary, director; Miss Adele Chaffee.
Soldiers Home-Mrs w. ]. Cook,
chairman; Mrs. NJ. E. Bats.
Cemeteries-Mrs. c. W. Maxwell,
Chairman; Mrs S. A. Moreno
Weed Memorial-Mrs. G. B. Rogers
chairman; Miss Fannie Caldwell.
Florida, My Florida.
The sunlight spartles on thy shore,
Florida, my Florida;
And falls thy dimpling waters DER,
Florida, my Florida;
1t brtghtens many lowly bed
With pail of brilliant blossoms spread,
Where slumber our heroic dead;
Florida, my Florida
Thy towering palms keep watchful
ward,
Florida. my Florida;
Where soldiers sleep beneath thy
tlor1da, my Florida;
Thy restless pines a requiem sigh,
my SOFT sweet winds go whispering
And birds low sing their lullaby:
Florida, my Florida.
Thy daughters hearts beat high with
pride,
Florida, my Florida:
For erl0TiOnS SiraS yUhn Orol1H1U HteH
Florida, my Florida;
On shaft and shield each holy name
The homage of thy sons shall claim,
While memory guards immortal fame,
Florida, my Florida.
Sister Esther Carlotta, s. r.
CWr1tten for the fourteenth annual
convention held in Saint Augustine,
Florida, and dedicated to the United
Daughters OF the Confederacy, Florida
Division, by the writer, who was then
their state historian.)
Death of Capt. Randle Blewett, of
Lucy Whitfield, of Mississippi:
Another sad dispatch
From the seat of war has come,
To announce again the death
OF another gallant son.
Who e'er loved his native south
With such intensity,
AS to value not his life
Without his liberty.
Hence girded on his armor,
And sought the field of strife
To repel the vile invaders
The tramplers on his right
And then with dauntless spirit
No quarter did he show,
But stormed and took two batt'ries
From our invading foe.
And then mid booming cannon
And the clash of fiery steel,
And the shrieks of dying men
He fell upon the field.
But showed no fear Of death,
Though horror undisguised
In the terrific slaughter
Was spread before his eyes.
For he came to save the south
From an invading foe,
Whose object was to plumber,
To desolate with woe.
Thus fell the gallant Blewett.
And martyr true was he; -
In defense of southern rights
And southern liberty.
And in the niche of glory,
For deeds Of endless;
Inscribed in every story
Should be the captains name.
Lost! Lost! Your hope lost! Your
cause gone! So long as
woman's heart will throb with tender
ness, so long as a womans breast is
loyal, the cause Of the Confederacy is
not lost! Can shot or shell,
or scattering ranks destroy a prin-
ciple? You have chosen the
appropriate name. You have christ
ened yourselves as you desire and de-
serve. You call yourselves Daughters;
you are the offspring of uuconquered
principle and we'll named.
Your loyalty is inextinguishable and has
outlasted a generation of armies; 1t is
the imperishable kind that does not
die!
Here, my Daughters, is our reason
for being: We hold in trust the deeds,
the history, the memory of our holy
dead; and only as we eliminate per-
sonalities; as we place the interest of
the work first; as we minimize self,
and realize the greatness of our trust;
shall we IN any measure discharge it;
shall we in any remote sense be worthy
representatives Of the men who went
to their death CALAMITY and gladly;
not for anger nor hatred, to tear down
another; not for gain nor glory; but
because duty stood beside death, and
called them forward; and each fam
ished and footsore soldier looked into
her glorious eyes and answered her
roll call with life. Can we live I'D to
their standard? Shall WEI"
Daughters, help the living veterans
we will not have them with us
long.