Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1915-07-09
Big Bud Tells of the Reunion.

and suitable monument marks the
spot.
A great many beautiful monuments
nave been erected here but | believe
the most beautiful is the one erected
TO the Confederate dead by the U. D.
u, and if this splendid body of Con-
federate women had newer done any,
thing else. this alone would justify the
existance of their organization. Mr..
wilson and other distinguished men
participated in the dedicatory services,
and our own President General of the
U. d. c.. Mrs. Daisy McLaurin Stew
ems, made such magnificent address
that they say, "that old man Woodrow
mas been casting sleeps eyes down
this way ever since,' and don't blame
him. No lady would grace the capital
better than this distinguished and be-
loved daughter of Mississippi.
After delightful drive, we arrived
at our hotel in time to enjoy good
dinner.
Gen. Joe Brinker, formerly of West
Point, called upon us in the evening
and we spent delightful hour talking
over the old convention days in Missis-
sippi.
Hearing that noted Christian Scien-
tist lecturer, from Boston, would lect-
ure in the opera house chat evening,
and being like Tom Price when he used
to bring h's wife out to Macon to t..
P1tobyterian church, and would say,
well, | carried Roxie out to hear it
straight" wanted Salie to hear it
straight, and | carried her to hear this
lecturer. can't understand Christian
Science, but the vice-president of the
Union Central once said, 'it was NIGH
ty fine for the women"
On Monday morning we took a car to
MT. Vernon. and spent a delightful
day, visiting the home and last resting
place of the immortal George Wash
ington; saw the key of the Bastille, the
great French prison, sent to him by
Lafayette; also the room that this good
friend of America occupied when he
visited Washington, stood with barred
heads before the room where the faith
Ell OF this country passed away, and
locked on other objects of interest t--a
num- reus to rnclti0ri, aiId Ciien went on
down to his tomb, and noted with pleas
ure that nearly all the potentates of
Europe ann distinguished men of this
nation had planted tree there in his
memory. and it is most beautiful spot
overlooking the banks of the Potomac,
and situated among the people he loved
so well.
We took boat from the old landing
place and had delightful ride up the
Potomac to the city. That eyeuing we
visited the capitol, a most beautiful
building. and decorated with paintings
by great ARTISTS, saw the senate
chamber, and the place where Mr..
Davis delivered his farewell address to
the Senate, when he left to cast his
fortunes with the Confederacy. But
the greatest object of interest to me
was the Hall of Fame, where all of the
states are allowed to put the statues of
two of their most distinguished states
men. Virginia has contributed Wash
ington and Lee, rebels both, one sue
cessful and the other unsuccessful, but
both looked upon now by all nations as
two of our greatest men.
| was proud to see Gen. Lee standing
dressed in his uniform of grey, among
the proudest in the land. Illinois has
contributed the statue of the only wo-
man, Frances E. Willard, the great
white ribbon representative.
Mississippi is not yet represented
there as we are waiting for the time
when the nation is willing to admit
that Jefferson Davis is entitled to the
first place from our state. If our choice
were limited to native born Mississip-
plans, l expect we would put statue
of old Pushmatsha, for on one occa-
sion when Mr.. Sherman. of Columbus,
was introducing John Sharp Williams,
he said "the three greatest Mississip-
plans we're Pushmataha, Jefferson
DAVIS and John Sharp Williams" and
Capt. Tom Stokes said that for his
chances, old Pushmataha was the great
est of the three.
We went next to the Congressional
Library, built at cost of six million
dollars, and the most beautiful build
ing on the continent. One could stay
a week in this beautiful building, and
not see one-half of the objects of inter-
est, and understand that it is filled
from top to bottom with rare volumns
and books of all kind, so many that /
thought they might stop and not pub.
lish any more, as no one could ever
read all of these. l was by this like
nv good friend Frank Dantzler was,
when he and Darby Henley first visit
ed the First Methodist church in Col