The Chattanooga news. [volume] (Chattanooga, Tenn.) 1891-1939, 1920-12-13

McClatchey T, W, McAfee, l. y
Young, Z, u. Stout, j. c. Anderson
i. s, O'Ncal, A. r. Mitchell, r. M
Stafford Two others, Allen Grste anC
ED Adcock, died previous to this year
but they died outside the state Rnt
Forrest camp until after last years
memorial services.
Brief biographical sketches OF the
dead weer read by Capt II, A. Cham
bers, historian OF the camp
cNden's Address,
The memorial address beautiful in
| words and eloquent IN dlction, was de-
livcred BY Hon Frank S, Garden.
Mr.. Garden Spoke as follows.
| venerable and honored men OF the
south, and friends; We are gathered
here in tho fading day to commune in
sadness and loving memory with your
comrades who are at rest.
""rhey come as a SOMEONE'S out OF
the past
A loved mother murmured in days
that are dead
| Whose tones, spirit-thrilling live on
| to the last,
When the gloom of the heart wraps
its gray DER tho head"
There Is not heart that is not
UtullItu So
Tho far we may stray from the
scenes of the past,
Its memories viii follow wherever
we go,
And the days that were first sway
the days that are last
80 II is YOU have called the names
one ny one OF those brothers In arms
who have lett YOU and us within the
lslust short year
And one year ago you met and
mourned Tor those who had said good
by in that nceting span, And next
year the thinning ranks of YOUR heroic
bond viii again meet IN this solemn
communion with the dead
At this hour know your memory
goes back beyond the year Just closed.
and | can imagine the rush Of feeling
within your hearts, MS you not only
recall those who Just have gone, hut
again ind yourselves standing tten-
ton beneath the southern skies. and
hear the roll call Of your heroic COM
pany after some hard fought fray. and
count the names of those who lie upon
the tield of ,val0r-ncycr again to an
swer to an Earthly call.
How fun Of pictures must he the
galleries OF your memories at this
hour!
There is comrade John, brown eyed.
smooth faced, erect-a glorious lad In
southern gray. He died before the sun
of hope had set upon the stars and
bars.
And Jack and james, and Bob,
and Joe--al flowers OF southern
youth and strength, who long have
slept in unmarked graves, who died for
home and southland dear, who never
lived to eat with you the ashen crust
of bitter loss. whose youthful shoulders
a.
tlon days when you rebuilt from out
your ruined homes grander and
greater state.
''rhcy are all here. and noiselessly
glide from the shadowy past, and take
their places with those whose names
YOU just have called. silent glorious
Dand.
"How tul your hearts must be-
what "A wondrous privilege IL yours!
10 hold communion with such COM
radcs and call them ircnds The old,
the young, those long gone from you.
and those whose trembling hands and
wrinkled hrows have just been
smoothcd in sleep, What weary years
have stretched between the graves Of
those who died upon tho field and those
who left within this year
From out the richness OF your
memories, / know, again gllmmers
brightly in the night the last camp
htrc around which you and those who
left in there youth gathered before
the fateiul dawn which was the last on
earth for them. Through all these
years their bright young faces, In that
iiCkerlnE light, have been with YOU
but how rich are they who just
nave crossed the great divide, and now
have Joined with those they loved and
lost awhile, And you, when here
your days are done. how sweet the re-
union with all these friends, which
no'er again shall end!
"Ottcn have your hearts been snd-
donod. as each reunion here reveals IT'S
fast decreasing hosts, But each one
lost from here but swclls that reunion
which ne'cr shall end.
"rhey are not dead, tho gone from
you for years And through all these
years you men have lived and toled for
what YOU love, For sixty years you
have built upon those ruins, You and
your works connect us with the past.
Upon your work rests now our feet,
and all we strive to do Is based on
what you have done Finite life,
you, becomes to us Infinite,
"Thoso long since dead. through you
become alive to us. Through you their
work well done Is ours, a part of az
them. there lived for you those they
knew and loved before you lived and
worked. And on, and ON, the silver
thread Of memory winds It's SHINING
way and binds us, through you, to the
immortal life OF all the glorious past -
and you, through us, to all the liio
70 como what wondrous heritage
this Ia for you and u.s. The immortal
chain OF life with all It's works IN ours,
ours, through you, IN all that has been
done, Yours through IVA, In all that
la to come. For such "A view OF lie
there Is no death. For such n concept
Of duty to he performed no end. We
10 not die; we simply pause to rest,
to sleep awhile. And while we sleep,
the hands of those we lovc--young,
strong and fresh take up our tasks
and carry them on and on. Ana thus
we fnt in human life he germ OF lho
divine and know that man Ia but rtrt
of God, infinite Immortal and divine. |
nut what can | say TO you which
wilt in the slightest convey the measure
OF esteem and love IN Wh',n YOU arc |
hcldr I have often lonRcd Tor the time
and words IN which 60 say 20 YOU what |
now so fills my heart that | cannot say |
Those Of your sons who were nprn SOC n |
after che Civl war caught glimpse |
OF the problems you met and solved IN |
the rebuilding Of thus the most Amer
lean part of America. Those OF us wac
remember IN our huyhOod the awful |
poverty which followed the destruction
Of that war and who saw you, clear
eyed and luafrad, IN the vIgor OF your
20 forth to meet ami van
uuish those conditions, look upon YOU
as something moro than mSN and llttlo |
less than Gods We thank God that II
was our hirthright 60 he Your sons, tn
learn at your knees the Lessons OF true
manhood. and ia Hnl IN your eNamplo
the ideal American citizenship. While
YOU huildcd anew iu hriCk aud stone