Year: 1867

- Georgia welcomes to her bosom the fallen sons


of her sister States -


And over the Georgia mound
''They sleep beneath their native sky
| While Georgia thus does honor to her
dead, Sheridan, in Louisiana, bids the tear
to cease to flow, the heart to cease to beat,
and seeks to crush the spirit of patriotism
by an order prohibiting tE erection of mon
uments or weaving of garlands for the Con-
| federate dead. [ would curse him where I
stand were he not answered from Louisia-
mas grave with the word "exiled 1.-THE
most mournful that man may utter Or man
may hear. This voice from the dead rem
ders impotent anathema from the living
With this [ will leave him to posterity's
verdict.


Miss Mary A. Green, who, with a mo-
desty equalled only by the tender sympathy
and sublime patriotism which has enabled
her to do so much, asks you for $500 to pay
off the Indebtedness Of the Resaca Associ-
alton.


I have introduced this more enlarged bill
to inaugurate movement for the burial of
the dead of Chickamauga, Missionary Ridge
and other battle-felds.


The appropriation is small I do not wish
it large enough to tempt the avarice of the
speculator The ladies have commenced
this noble work, and they will expend the
means entrusted to them with scrupulous
economy. Begin your appropriations, and
leave the Confederate dead in charge of the
women of the South.


Hereafter, when Constitutional liberty is
restored, and our treasury less embarrassed
Georgia can build monuments to those who
died in her defense.


Mr. Moses had a very beautiful letter


written by Miss Green read to the House,
describing the notices and decorations of
the Resaca Cemetery, on dedication day.
This was a private letter, but very eloquent
and touching. He said


"I have had that letter read because [
felt that it touches responsive chords [
wished that you should know the pleasure
felt by me in its perusal. [ desired, with
it's beautiful and graphic description, to
translate you to the sacred spot, that you
might tread with me it's winding walks
it's pathetic and eloquent iptions-min-
gle with tho sympathetic throng of visi-
tors-listen to the benedictions, and join
in the heartfelt responsive amen.
This done, let us do honor to the noble
women who, like angles of the Lord, pass
ed over the blood-stained battle-felds and
made the dry bones of our heroic dead elo-
quent with their touch The events of
that day of dedication faded not with the
passing hour they will form one of histo-
rvs most enduring pages. 1t was not earth
alone that witnessed it. The spirits of the
mighty dead were there and high above
all, on that day, the Genius of Liberty,
poised in air, opened the tablets of immor-
tai fame, and beneath the names which
have made our country great, inscribed
these words: sETHE UNKNOWN CoNFEDE-
RATE DEAD" And there they will stand
forever. Gathered in this sacred spot by
the noble women Of the South, they will
live when you and I, and all who now par
ticipate in the active scenes of life, shall
be gathered to the dust, ''unhonored and
unsung."


Yea their memories will be fresh and
green, when the galaxy of beauty, which
now surveys this scene* fit representatives
of the sublime sentiment which animates
the women of the South shall have put on
corruption.


When naught shall be left of all which is
row so fair to look upon but the blessed
spirit of which they are the bright exam
plars and beautiful embodiment, "The I'm
known Confederate Dead " will lice, an in
spiration and hope