Year: 1866

sOned Earth. The earth, enriched with the
blood of heroes, is teeming with wealth.
The rock-ribbed hills are pouring forth the
oil of gladness. Your swift ships are
skimming the seas, freighted with the fab
ric that clothes the world. The fields of
corn give promise of a heavy harvest, and
prospective plenty plays in your pocket
Oh! man, be not dreamer, be not droRe,
but a blessed doer. ''To do good and to
communicate forget not, for with such
sacrifices God is well pleased Do not
withhold your gift because it is not a cost
ly one. Let the rich casti in Of their abundan
ce and the poor be assured that penny is
praiseworthy. During the war it was ex-
pected of the ladies to do most of the be-
nevolent work, assured of your secret sym
pathy. But now there exists no military
necessity for hiding your works. You
can work to the extent of your ability and
no man dare "molest or make you afraid
Every breeze that fans your cheek is bur
dened with a sigh and whispers of the
pent up prison, where it could not 60 in its
mission of mercy. For want of it some poor
captive died. and now his little ones beg
you for bread. Arise and give; this is your
work. Can you consume calmly and know
that tonight these claimants go supperlegs
to hard bed, or beg bounty from a stran-
ger?


Here is the orphan,


"For whom no fathers bosom


Throbs to soft sympathy and fond alarm"


Yonder is,


The wretched widow, forced in age for bread


To strip the brook with nantling crosses spread,


To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn,


Then seek some nightly shed and weep till morn"


And you who fought before the fight, it
is your blessed privilege to aid in this noble
cause. We ask not your charity; would
we conld give you the 'charity of silence!
Do you remember the man of noble i'm
pulse you persuaded into the army? Oh!
you waxed eloquent as you depicted the
sweets of sacrifice and the glories of tie
battlefield. You told him it was Just tie
thing, to fight them, and you'd see all was
WELL "All is we'll that ends we'll" Like
a good man and true, he battled bravely,
but alas! he fell. Perhaps blasted pine
tree is all that tells his sad story. Ehe
gentle dews of Heaven are the only mourn
ers above his lone grave, for the loved ones
are far away and too poor to have him
brought home and laid to sleep beside his
fathers. All, sir, you ought to go on
pilgrimage, barefoot, over the burning
sands of the South until you give that man
the rites of sepulture. Substitution, Spe
cial Acts and inUaSiop favored yOu. Your
person and property were preserved. OIL
man, have you no thank offering?


The kindly shower, the wooing winds,
the growing grain, the blooming flowers,
returning Peace, all, all call upon you to be
'up and doing The little birds as they sing
in melting melody above the grass grown
grave of the picket off duty forever, give to
the eager echoes the only tidings ever borne
to the listening ones at home. In vain they
tune their sweetest songs; their notes are
sad till hearts and hands and human harps
take up the strain.


And ye parEor heroes, who lounged on
soft cushions and planned your campaigns
and fought your battles around warm fire
sides, who heard your country death-song
and the wall of your dying countrymen
without even an effort to relieve, we appeal
to you. Bullion for blood is all we ask
Make some exertion to preserve your puny
persons from the iron pen of the truthful
historian. Give US aoua for self, if not a


be for patriotism.


8bh! Paris, Z your soft hands and tender
feet excite the pity of her you love. Troy
has fallen. Hector is dead. Samson is
shorn of his strength. The battle-axes have
cut down our noble forests A few oaks
yet rear their stately forms, but they are
bqa5less. The gentle ivy clings to them


GA thing of beauty, and Joy forever"


Degenerate brother, the arnaless men
,oho fought for yeu stretch forth their bur-
ried hands for help. W7H you, can yOu
refuse a call from the the Tomb The dead
feet that marched from tie Wood-stained
soil Of Tennessee to the finally fatal fields
of Virginia and North Carolina, ask tie
poaCer to acalk again. 1 know you feel like
giving your own useless appendages, but
this is less than we wish. There is in your
Golfers a shining substance at whose fairy
touch the lifeless limbs will live again.
Power into strongthless hands it speaks,
And 1Js into the dead.


Good people of Giles-of Tennessee-we
impIore you by the privations Of the past
and the penury of the present; by the bur
led bones of your own brave boys-dead
/ in vain-to aid US in giving limbs to their
/ sad survivors. SUE F. MOONEY,
On behalfof the Benev. Association