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MEMORIAL Appropriate and "J-Iigl Thc following paper was prepared and read by Mrs. S. Weekley on the occasion of the unveiling of the Con federate monument: . Friends and Citizens of Anderson, Veterans, Sons of Veterans, United j Daughters of the Confederacy and j Members of the Memorial Associa tion: We have met hore to day in our beautiful city on a most important and interesting occasion. An occa sion which we women of this city have long hoped and striven foi. It has been the one desire of our hearts these long years to commemorate in marble j and stone the heroic deeds of our ! dead Confederates. History aud song alike have told of the valiant deeds and thc undaunted courage of our Confederate army. The record of Confederate history redounds to the glory of all, and sheds its light o'er the priceless valor of the bravest and most chivalrous army whioh ever bat tled for human rights or defended thc sacredness of native land. About eighteen or twenty years ago a noble little woman with a brave, stout heart and soul filled with patri otic fire, determined to build a monu ment to the heroic soldiers of our town and County who had fallen in defense of our country's cause. Thi? brave, true-hearted woman of Ander son, by her zeal, energy and undying );utriotism, soon imbued the hearts of many others to join with her in the no e work she had begun. And with willing hearts and hands to work in so nobie and loving a cause we formed au Association, known as the Monument al Association, with Miss Lenora C. Hubbard as its President. Under her leadership we worked and toiled and struggled, but with determination and perseverance wc have this day seen the fulfillment of our hopos. Friends, this is a day and timo for monuments. Never in the history of our oountry has there evor been such a widespread sentiment and public spirit towards the erecting of monu ments on historic ground and over the world's famous heroes. Only last year America erected a monument in Paris to Lafayette, who had beeu sleeping in thc dust more than a century. Hisgdeeds of daring in helping to gain our independence had not been forgotten. A plan is now under way to erect a oolonial ehaft on grounds of the Revolutionary battlefield at Guillford Court House, in North Carolina. Down in Mont gomery, Alabama, last November a year ago, during the general conven tion of the United Daughters of the Confederacy, a Mrs. Alexander, from Alexandria, Virginia, made an appeal to the Convention for funds to erect a monument to the sacred dust on Ma nassas' plains. Her ringing words to us were: "They are your dead as well as mine." It is needless to say she received a generous contribution from our^mtriotic Daughters, and a monu ment erected on Manassas' famous battlefield is an assured thing. Another patriotic Daughter from the Granite State, started a movement for erecting a monument to Gen. Bed ford Forrest, the intrepid cavalry leader from Tennessee. The Daugh ters responded enthusiastically, and a monument is now under way for tho brave Forrest, a movement started io woman'o convention. And last, though not least, is thc Jefferson Davis monument, begun several years ago by an association of gentlemon, was at length given ove?1 to the Daughters of tho Confederacy, and they requested to take up the work and complete thc undertaking. Thc United Daughters of the Confederacy are working towards that end, and hope to see a seventy five thousand dollar monument rear its lofty head on historic ground in Richmond, Va. Although the people of the South ad mire the Christian attribute nnd lofty character of our lamented President McKinley, and Georgia, in her impul sive admiration, will soon 'rect a monument in Atlanta to our martyred President, we would seo first in the South a monument go up to the Presi -dent of the Confederacy-the grand und fearless Jefferson Davis. Let us Daughters of the Confederacy rest not until this shaft to our noble chieftain be completed. The work has been given over to us, let us be worthy of the trust. Wc sec all over luis Goutlilauil monuments rising up in majestic whiteness to the memory of illustrious dead and marking historical ground. Monuments are symbols of love and respect for the dead. Tea, they are mr re than that, they mark the advance ?>f c ilization and form epochs of his tory. ? What we build and ereot nov in thi& twentieth century will mark VA era in our lives that will live af ter us. in other generations. And to Dixie's sons, who fought and died in Southern A niVDCCC il y Interesting ?*'aper. line, we this day eora mem?rate their matchless worth. It mutters not, though they sleep 'neath the solemn ?Southern pines or the stately hemlocks of the North, on thc sloping hills of fair Arlington, beneath the shadows of thc clouds, careless of storm or sunshine, we have hut one sentiment for these sleeping soldiers-'tia that wc honor and re member them. "And ean glory fade from them who carried it for themselves while the memorial yet endures." To the Veteran survivors of thc "Lost Cause" we welcome you herc to-day to celebrate the occasion of unveiling a monument to your com rades who composed the rank and file of the grandest army in tho world. As private soldier your histories have been written by your years of suffer ing, your blood and undying devotion to a causo you thought was just. Be hold thc graves of those who sleep in the silrut cities of thc dead, far away in unmarked graves, known only to God and thc angels. You read from their dust your own glory. It is to these slain martyrs wc rear this majestic column, and as we raise our eyes to thc lofty height, and view thc suu-kissed image of tho Confeder ate soldier carved in marble, our mem ory and love for thc bravo men of thc South is higher than the heavens and deeper than thc seas. Though dead in flesh they are in our thoughts still alive; they died fighting under the flag now furled forever, yet never dis honored. "Sleep on, old herocB of the gray, who in thy cause, O South, they fought." This is a proud day for Anderson. 'Neath thc clear blue skies of an ideal day the sun in its golden glory sheds its beams upon thc storm-cradled na tion that fell amid sounds of trium phant praise. You were outnumber ed, not subdued. With grateful hearts wo unveil a monument to he roes whoso whiteness shall speak of their purity, and whose hight of their lofty nobility and whose granito is tho emblem of their strength and endur ance. We have but to remember that South Carolina was the nursery of he roes, statesmen and patriots. She gave to the Confederacy her very best blood and flower of her manhood in her Hamptons, her Butlers, her Bees, and Stevens. They swept baok the avenging hosts from many hard-fought battlefields. On the roll call were the names of Gen. Gary, Gen. Johnston, Gen. Hagood, Gen. Kershaw, Gen. Bratton, Gen. McGowan, Gen. Capers, Gen. Jenkins, Gen. Bonham and other grand leaders whose names have gone down into history, and will al ways be remembered, though they slumber in their graves. Should we not hand down to our children and our children's children, that tho cause of the Confederacy was no traitor's oauso. Forty years ago to-day in this Court Houso square, about the ground where the monument now stands, marched out to war the princely chiv alry of our State. All day long on that April Sunday marched to and fro, back and forth in exoitement and confusion tho men who wore to help form ?ne army of the great Southern host. In tho youth and vigor of your manhood you left your happy homes and friends with tho imprint of a mother's kiss upon your cheek and a sister's loving words deep down in your heart you enlisted for tho war. Gov. Pickens had called for volun teers, and from tho cloud-capped sum mit of thc Bluo Ridge Mountains down to the mirrored waters of the proud Atlantic oame your answer, "My country, my coun try, I come, I come." Then tho train moved out from tho station tho shouts of good-bye, God bless you, God protect and keep you, was spoken by sorrowing mothers und sisters, amid weeping and moaning of friends. What was it that took you men from happy homes and firesides? It was to save thc honor of a land and to pre serve untarnished tho flag of a proud people. On, on, sped the train, car rying you men into thc darkness, into thc night, into tho war we know not when or how, and tho last signal that floated from tho car window wae gone. Wo turned grief-striokon away, and a hush and a stillness of death spread its dark wing over our lonely villago, and we turned to our lonely horner, and gathering our children around our knees wc told them of the oruel war, and that their fathers, brothers and friends had gone to fight for their rights and would never return. . And to-day 'burning brightly on the j altar of our hearts is the never-fading memories of the Confederate cause. Bright the thought of you? Beaure gard and Jackson, and noble Jefferson Davis; you men who rode with Leo or inarched with Stonewall Jackson,! Longstreet, Bec und Banow on that hard-fought battlefield of Manassas, amid thunders of shot and shell, you received your first baptism of blood, and witb measured swing and meas ured tramp your advanciug column marched into view. Un they came, those moving lines of gray, sons of the pioud old South, your battle-flag borne aloft to your admiring eyes, and martial music, loud and clear, sende echoes Hying, and Col. Sloan's Fourth Regiment is in the fray. Along the ridges and down through valleys the unequal struggle was long maintained. Awful suspense. Bee and Bartow fell while making fearful charges; but at length victory perched upou your ? banners. The Confederates won the I day, but, alas! at fearful cost. In the Fourth Regiment many a brave young soldier went down amid the roar and shock of battle. Upon that vast field of destruction and death were your comrades of the Palmetto Rifles Wilton li. Karlo, John E. Norris and A. D. Brown, and your '.rounded were John ll. Cochran, S. J. Sloman, A. P. Hubbard and James Sloan. And the brave and handsome Samuel M. Wilkes, Adjutant of the glorious old Fourth Regiment, fell just after the close of the battlo by the enemy in ambush. Never night so dark can obscure the memory and love that burns eternal in our hearts for Dixie's sons. To-day the deadly implements of war are hid den away, and the starry-cross banner of Lee and Jackson is furled forever, and above all and beyond all, more enduring than bronze or marble is en graven on the fleshy tablets of our hearts those memories. The men who T/ore the gray aro thinning before an enemy more relentless than shot and ?boll, aud all arc following every day by the score their commanders, not beyond the blue Potomac or swiftly flowing Chickahominy, but beyond tho River of Life, are crossing to rcBt 'neath the shnue of tho trees. And when time shall pass still farther on, and years grow older, and yonder Bun on purple hills descending gives token of the coming on of night, we'll in a nobler, sweeter Bong sing of your glo rious chivalry. I repeat, this a proud day for An derson, in unveiling our monument. We have chosen to celebrate the birthday of Gen. Robert E. Lee-the grand, the peerless, the incomparable Robert E. Lee, our idol, the old South's pride, the old South and the new. Grand hero. Great Virginia's God-like sou. You who have follow ed him on virginip battlefields and stood with him-in the dosing scenes at Appomattox, know how to honor and revere his name. As we speak to-day of him your mind gees baok to the days you Baw him riding on "Old Traveler," in the smoke of battle; he rides along the Hoe and, with arm out stretched, says to you, "Follow me and save the day." Who is this grand military leader who saves tho day? 'Tia Lee, 'tis Lee! And then, in his last moments, as death draws near, he is heard to murmur, "Strike the tents;" and then with emphasis he says, "Tell Hill ho must come up." These sentences serve to show what fields the imagination was passing through. No historian can half write tho history or muse sing tho songs; no minstrel string tho lyre whioh fitly celebrates this grand hero's fame. To mo, to you, he is our own immortal Lee. And now our beautiful monument, of whioh wo feel so proud, stands ready to bo unveiled, and tho Memori al Association have soleoted no more appropriate person to unveil the mon ument than the beginner and finisher of tho work-Miss Lenora C. Hub bard. To-day wo have reached the Mecca Risking Life To make a living ! And we stand and stare up at the man in the clouds, won dering that any man can be so fool ?BMgmMnhardy. But what of V\\, ;jf>j I the business man, ro^vnBHg/ju ff J who has barely time Y^^Hggg'P-l^y *? snQtch a hasty J^S^n^T meal, and gulps ^^^*| down a lunch of pie I and 'milk tn a few MfjL \ minutes? He too, is A ff.?F A risking his life to (J xr~""jv"*Sv iv n,?ke n living. Life \\/) \J jk/l is sustained by food A C* h Pr?perly digested and v^j assimilated. The re l&SSSm, \ Eu^ ?* hasty eating ?0^^ 1 aud irregular meals \_ ^Si ie "weak" stomach, "? J* and a "weak" stoin >^ \Lj ach means a weak jjw man. When the T~ j v5? " 8toniach is "weak" ./Voa the food eaten is not ? properly digested _^?fr, and cannot be per fectly assimilated, so that there is a daily loss of nutrition, which in time will result in physical collapse. Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery cures diseases of the stomach and other organs of digestion, and nutrition. It enables the assimilation of all the nutri tive values of thc food eaten, and so builds up thc body into sound health and strength. Mr. Ned Nelson, the celebrated Irish C5=se> dian and Mimic, of 577 Royden Street, Camden, N.T., write?: "We fulfilled an encasement of twelve weeks nnd the constant travil'sg gave me a bad touch of that dreaded d/seasc called dyspepsia. I had tried everything, possible to eura ft Ult last week, while playing at ?. P. Keith's Bijou Theater. Philadelphia, in the Nelson Trio, a professional friend of mine ad vised mc to try br. Pierce's Goldia Medical Dis covery. X tried it, and, thanh Oed, with good results.9 Dr. Pierce's Common Sense Medical Adviser, in poper covers, ia sent free on recelai ci. ii cae-ccnt stamps to pay expense of mailing only. Address Dr. R. V. Pierce, Buffalo, N. Y. of our hopes. Our faithfulness to a sacred trust and loyalty to a righteous cause has been fulfilled. Thank God for this day, so fraught with verified hopes and guildod aspirations aud prayerful devotions. 1 The Good Old Days. The war and the coming of Mr. Sherman! I am not so sure that these should bc classed among the "good old days." They were days to be re memberod, days that tried men's souls and wrought ruin to their property and brought desolation everywhere. May be they ought to bc set off to one side by themselves, and be con sidered as exceptional aud peculiar. I was just thirteen years old when I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Kil patrick and his doughty soldiers. For days, rumors had been afloat that Sherman was coming. His march through Georgia was noised abroad. There was smoko behind Kim, fire about him, and death on every hand. They told us, too, that when he reach ed South Carolina tho fireworks were to become very brilliant, and thc gal lant little seceder should be brought very low. I am willing to testify that, along certain lines of statement, at least, Mr. Sherman knew how to speak the ?ruth. It was about mid-day, on a Maroh or April day, when the first Federal cavalryman rode into Barnwell. A few of Wheeler's oavalry had been loafing about the village for a long time, and all at once these few whirl ed out like chaff before the wind, and the blue-coats wore upon us. I ran into the upper piazza of my father's house, and could see them far down the road beyond the Episcopal church, a great mass of them moving on to wards our once quiet hamlet. Many young women of the town had ref ugeed to different portions of the State. My father had delayed sending off two loaded wagons which were standing ready in the beck yard. With five minutes more of time they might have made their escape; but the incoming of a half a dozen fellows in blue dis concerted all plans. The wagons and mules were seized, and we saw them no more. Scarcely had the foo invad ed us, before the big yard dog-Bru tus-lay dead on the ground. I had a little pet dog, named Tip-his dead brother had borne the name of Top. As soon as I saw that Yankees would kill dogs, I put a string on my pet's neck and made him follow mo for days and sleep with me at night. I was set for his defense, and defended him, too. The open square in front of our home was soon filled with a squirming multitude of cavalry. They pulled down the fenoe, and, in a short time, were cooking their dinier with the boards. Within less than so hour the flames began to asoend from I arn ing buildings. Every vaoant house was fired, and of those there were many ^because the inhabitants had fled in great numbers. The big hotel in tho rear of our house and the Graham House, as it was called, built on the ground where my Bister now lives, were in flames at one time; so there was fire before and fire behind. Upon the arrival of Gen. Kilpatrick, our parlor and sitting room were taken possession of, and we felt rather glad to have him with us, as that would se cure us from burning. The two blocks in front and to the left were burning, when my mother sent me over to ask certain ladies who were on the street" and unprotected, to come over avd take shelter with us. Our home quickly filled. Twice or thrice that day dinner was oooked in our kitchen, but the servants were never able to get it into the house. As fast as it was ready, a hungry - Yankee oame in and took possession of it. I oannot remember that wo had anything at all to eat until the next morning, and then I got it by begging it from a fellow whose tent was near our front door. My mother held my little dog while I went out to do the begging. The man I approached scorned to be a kindly fellow, and I returned to the house with a few hard-tacks and possibly a box of sardines. The night which had just ended had boen a night of hor rors. The town was being pillaged and sacked. Two days before the coming of the enemy, my mother had called me into ose of tho basement rooms of the house, and there I bur ied for her a glass jar containing watches, jewelry and gold. When all was over, we made the sad discovery that some honest man had found it and oarried it away, aoting doubtless upon the prinoiplo that all things sve fair in lov* arid war. I oannot reoall now the &??,mber of days our village was thus invested. Gen. Beard had a tent under a big oak tree in front of tho Baptist Cliuroh. When Kilpat rick loft we Wore warned to be on the lookout for fire. Some one ad vised my mother to appeal to Gen. Board fora guard. This we did. I went with her to histent, still hold ing my little dog by a string about his neck. Beard promised the guard.. Ae wo left his tent, we saw a lady sitting on the parch of'the church. My mother told me to go and in vite her to our home. It turned o^t tobe Mrs. M. Q. Harley,- Prom that day, for ten happy years, she was our guest and. companion. All that we lost by Sherman we regained by hav ing Mrs. Harley in our home. The readers of The Courier, in many instances, will recall her as the editor of the Homo Department. It is wrong to suppose that all the investing soldiers were brigands and house-burners. At one time, while the hotel near by was in flames, there were five houses on fire in our yard, and our dwelling was ablaze on the roof. A soldier ran to the attic, with Tip ?od me close behind him, and 1 saw him butting off the shingles with his h ?ad in order to put out the flamee. Others had climbed upon the other buildings, and so the promises were saved. Just as the last regiment ..yas lined up ready to march away, a soldier drew near to my father and told him he had better now be on the lookout. Seven storehouses, which my father rented out, were on the south ride of our lot. As the soldiers marched away to the tap of the drum, my father and I and Tip went into these stores to sec what was -heir con dition, and lo! we found three of them afire within. But the flames had just begun their work, and we soon extin guished them. Sherman and his sol diers were then gone; but desolation reigned supreme. Dead horses, hogs, cows and fowls lay everywhere. The air was heavy with smoke and the un savory smell of burning flesh. Death and destruction had been holding a high carnival. And that was war, war, war. Let all men pray that the iron heel of war may never again leave its imprint upon the soil of our moth er country. After that, for two or three days, stragglers from the army oame limp ing by-men who had been sick and had fallen out by the way. The very last ono of them that came, a misera ble, filthy, tramp-like fellow, took ev ery key my mother had, a great bas ket full, and their loss she sorely de plored for many a day. The incidents following close upon this invasion have slipped from my memory. I guess the confusion was so great that I got hopelessly mixed. In faot, it was a confusing and mixing time, and may be it is better for me that I have for gotten.-C. C. Brown, in Baptist Courier. John Allen's Story. It was during the Cleveland Admin tration that Private John Allen made his famous reply to the equally famous speech of Congressman Boutelle, of Maine, says a writer in the Kansas City Star. President Cleveland had deoided to allow the captured Confed erate battle flag be returned to the dif ferent States whence they came. Bou telle made a masterful address on the subject. He reminded his hearers of all the notable Federal victories and ended in a blaze of glory as he painted by word of month the final surrender. When Boutelle took his seat he had so far carried ula hearers away that those in the gallery and the Republi can members of the House burst forth into oheers. Suddenly from tho Democratic side was heard the oalm, soothing tones of John Allen as he said: "Mr. Speak er." He told of his joining the Southern cause and following one of the flags about rwfcioh tho discussion arose. * "When it was all over," .'he taid, "I started baok home. I was barefooted, nearly naked and without money. I concluded to walk. I trudged along for a day or so when a man I knew lent me a mule. When I was about four miles from home I deoided to leave the main road I was travelling and go by another route and sneak in the back way. I had gone only a lit tle distance when I saw an old man, a fellow townsman, sitting on a rail fenoe. "Well, John, I see you are baok,' he said. " 'Yea, Unole Zeb,' I answered. " 'Did they lick us, John?* " 'Yes, Uncle Zeb. They Hoked us plenty, too.* " 'Freed the niggers, too?". " 'Yes, they freed the niggers." "The old man got down from the fence and, after he had thoroughly stretched out all his kinks, he said : "'John, I don't mind being licked so much, and I oan stand the' niggers being freed, but, Joh.\ the worst of it is that in about thirty years some durned fool will.throw it np to us." Detroit Free Press. VgpisFij?? Jolly and proservo jar? In CR'S T^iF l^c old fashioned w?y. Soar Foiei ford .nd Tar No opiates. 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