Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1913-11-05
Beautiful Pictures

Ny last letter was beautiful pic
tarcs. We have another beautiful
pictures on memories wall that
eclips all the others, and that is the
mothers and daughters of that
bloody and queens of our hearts,
the inspiration of every noble and
Chivalrous deed, the arbiterrs OF
fortune and political histories of
nations. Her chiefest vlstueS. do
not exhale their sweetest fragrance
in the bright hours of prosperity;
for it is her sacred mission to Wine
away tears, TO soften SORROWS and
heartaches, and to bind up with
tender hands the open wounds of
grief. How truly can this be said
of the mothers and daughters of
Confederate times. The Greek moth
ers told their sons, when they went
ont 10 battle. to come back bearing
their shields or come back upon
them. The Confederate mothers did
more than that, they went to the
field of battle, and with their own
loving hands they laid their dead
sons upon their shields: they fol-
lowed the sick and wounded to the
hospitals, binding up their bleeding
wounds and bathing their feverish
brow. Many a Confederate soldier
just before passing to his great
reward felt upon bis burning brow
the soothing touch of gentle hand,
and heard words from fair lips of
divine hope and inspiration as soft
and sweet as an angels prayer.
From the time the buglar's clarion
sounded the first alarm of war, un-
til the smoke of the last battle had
cleared away they were faithfully
true. And after the southern banner
went down in its blood stained folds
at .Appomattox. The soldiers re-
turned to their homes, the mail hand
of the enemy had left its trail on
every side. Il was ruined homes in
deed, everything was gone except
its queen, but she was there to
greet that soldier of hers, to inspire
him with new hope. Even to this
day the loving hearts of our south
ern women have never ceased their
we'll doing. For now comes these
fair daughters of the Confederacy,
with all their kindly deeds, noble
band of true patriotic Christian wo.
men to care for these old bullet
scared fellows who have been buffet
ed by the storms and conflicts of
life, and now in their declining days
shey feel the need of a supporting
hand. And these daughters will ever
continue to drop the bright roses Of
sympathy, the white lilies of chari-
ty and the violets of tenderness in
their pathway while they are living.
And each year at the season when
the little birds sing their sweetest
earols, and when the bountiful hand
of nature fills the verdant hills with
nusic, bloom and beauty, then these
daughters will come with tsnder
hands and loving hearts, and will
gather those flowers and lay them
on these little low tents whose con-
sains never outward swing, in sa-
cred memory of the heroes of the
south. And all the whispering winds
will chant a requim, and yonder
river the Chickamauga, and the
blue waters of the the Rappohan'
mock will sing a lullaby, and the
everlasting hills which looked down
upon the charge they made, and
shook with tine roar of their con-
Aict, and heard their dying groans
will keep watch round their sleep
ing dust, until the trumpet shall
sound in the morning.
J. Russell Wright.