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THE DARLINGTON .i “IF FOR THE LIBERTY OF THE WORLD WE CAN DO ANYTHING.” VOL. II. DARLINGTON, SOUTH CAROLINA, WEDNESDAY, FERRUARY 17, 1892. NO. 2L MEMORIAL ADDRESS, Delivered at the Unveilinff of the Confederate Monument at Georgetown, S. C., April, :50th. 1891. by Rev. Eliiison Capers 1). D. Survivors of the Tenth South Caro lina Volunteers, Ladies and Gen tlemen: On the brilliant pages of Macau lay, where so much that is great in human character and noble in human achievement finds an clo- quent recital, the.e is a graphic de scription of the memorable siege of Ixmdonderry, and of the monuments and memorials erected to commemo rate the heroic endurance of its de fenders in 1089. It is impossible to read the glowing pages of the histori an without a thrill of admiration at the wonderful recital of suchsublimi and exalted heroism, the display of such endurance of suffering, the daily sacrifice of so much blood and treas ure, the splendid courage and the brilliant sallies of the garrison, the incorruptible devotion which refused all compromises of duty, and resolved to perish in defence of religion home and honor! These are recognized by the historian as tokens of the depth and strength of the inspiring senti ment that animated the hearts and sanctified the sufferings of the peo ple of Ulster. To reverence such patriotism, and to commemorate achievement which do honor to our humanity are alike the impulse and duty of every manly nature. The sentiment that exalts tin examples of sacrifice made on the altar of duty, is a sentiment which belongs to the higher and purer part of human nature, and which adds not a little to the strength of •States. “A people,” says Lord Macaulay, “which takes no pride in the noble achievements of its ancestors will never achieve anything worthy to be remembered with pride by its descendants.” The monuments and memorials at Londonderry commemo rate victory! They perpetuate the history of a noble endurance and a grand sacrifice rewarded and crown ed with a complete triumph! They preserve the memory of blood and treasure poured forth from heroic heart and willing hand on native soil, and tell the story of the patriotic joy that filled the land with resounding praises when the cause for which a gallant people endured all things, and hoped all things, was safe in the possession of its defenders. But our Confederate monuments, my friends, perpetuate the history of disaster to our arms, defeat to our cause, destruction to our property, and the material ruin of our homes. They tell us of the hiief life of the Confederacy we established; its un recognized existence in the family of nations; its high hopes dashed to the dust; its exalted endeavors and suB lime sacrifices spent and given in vain for the independence and self- govern ment we claimed as of moral and chartered right our due. They are memorials of a people's bittev disap pointment, and tell of a proud Hag that was buried, and a prouder heart that was bowed down with grief. The emblems they bear on their shields are the emblems of a lost cause. The shells are piled by the side of broken cannon w heels, the swords are sheath 'd. the Hags arc drooping by their that he gave his heart’s blood to con-; seated- c ruses of agitation, which, for secrete his most sacred conviction of j half a century, excited our people, duty, and willingly died in defense touched the consciences of the dis- of the rights he believed were his and | putants on both sides of the great theirs by inheritance. It is a crime J controversy, and constantly provoked against virtue and truth to call him | them to auger. He has only to traitor,” and since his forefathers ■ study the Constitutional debate in and the forefathers of his Northern the national forum—a debate which brethren were called “rebels,” he is lasted forty years, and in which our mt dishonored by the unworthy noblest spirits and greatest minds ignorance or the unmanly prejudice which styles him “rebel.” The Athenian orator commcmora- ing the dead of Salamis and of Mara- thau charged his country men with the duty of perpetuating their heroism, for, he exclaimed, “Your greatest glory is to keep the virtues tin gods have given you.” We build these Confederate monuments, my friends, to keep the virtues our God has given us. We dedicate them to truth and valor, to sincerity and honor, to con science and patriotism, to country and to God. This we do as faithful citizens of our reunited country, ac cepting the results of our great strug- le as the decision of Heaven con cerning us. Yielding the cause of Southern independence to the God of battles, we accept the victorious Hag as the Hag of His providence, and the defeat of our hopes and efforts as the chastening of llis Almighty hand. But we can never yield to oblivion the memory of our dead brothers. We have never surrendered the grateful duty we owe their memory and sacri fices. We would embalm their virtues in the sweetest incense ot grateful love, and build their characters in Parian marble. We would make their examples speak to generations from the pages of our history, and have the legend of their valor live in our songs and echo in our hearts, an in spiration to our posterity. If our Southern soldiers had won no fame in the great contest they made, if every campaign had been a failure and every battle a defeat, if spent their best powers in the vain endeavor to adju.-f honest differences —to see how the storm which burst around the w ills of Sumter was brewing for a generation. “Every test of the ballot had developed the evident determination of the people, in both sides, to yield nothing to each other.” The nature of man being what it is, it was not more surprising that, at last, the torch of war was lighted in our fair land than that the Hash and the thunder bolt should dart forth from the angry cloud. “A great revolution (says the eloquent Daniel, of Virginia,) need never apologize for nor explain itself. There it is! the august and thrilling rise of a whole population! And the fact that it is there, is,)he best evidence of its right -to bed here. None but great inspira tions underlie great actions. None but great causes can produce great events. A transient gust of passion mav turn a crowd into a mob—a " > # temporary impulse may swell a mob into a local insurrection; but when a whole people stand to their guns be fore their hearth-stones and as one man resist what they deem aggression; when for long years they endure poverty and starvation, and dare dan ger and death to maintain principles which they deem sacred; when they shake a continent with their heroic endeavors and till the world with the glory of their achievements—history can make for them no higher vindi cation than to point to their deeds and say, “Behold!” The brave and true men whose names arc written in the South had produced no great --- generals or able seamen, but, on the [ •jofea worthy part in thi contrary, we had met our overthrow in half the time consumed by the millions who effected it, still, our dead soldiers would be worthy of our commemoration, for they died in obedience to the political, social and religious principles- held sacred by ns all. They were not soldiers of for tune wag ng war for the conquest of territory. They did not light for ifominion over their Northern breth ren, or to enforce upon them their convictions of truth and right. The Confederate soldier took up arms for his rights in his own home—the land of his fathers; be his under rights he believed to the Constitution bis framed; rights which mighty rush of their country to arms. They illustrated her spirit. They defended her character. They main tained her principles and fell in her name, and now they sleep in her bosom, and “honor's seal is on their brow, and valor’s star is on their breast, and the peace of God descends upon them.” In a paper published in an English Review, in which a scheme of army number sealing their devotion by the offering of their lives! Well has Col. Walker, your last commander, said of such men: “They were true patriots, who, at the call of their State, in de fense of her liberty, went forth 'o risk all—comfort, property, life—in response to the highest feeling of pub lic duty. Taught from their cradles to give allegiance first to South Caro lina, they lived, fought, died her de voted sons.” These are men whose memories are hallowed in Carolina’s heart! Men who fought at Corinth and at I’erryville—whose dashing charge with the 19th South Carolina Volunteers, carried the enemy’s guns, and received the battery they cap tured from the commanding General, a trophy of their gallantry, andagift to Carolina in recognition of “bril liant deeds on the battle-field of Mur freesboro.” These arc the men who moved forward with the left wing of Bragg’s army at Chicamauga, and shouted back in the evening of that great day the notes of victory to their Carolina brothers under Gist, who had fought their way forward on the extreme right, and sweeping around the enemy's left Hank, had been vic torious participants in his route and confusion! Manigault’s Brigade stood like a stone wall it Missionary Ridge, and retired in obedience to the order of its commander only when its support on right and left had been swept from the field. Under the great Johnston, in Northern Georgia, the men of the 10th were as true as steel to their leader, and under Hood, at Atlanta, on the ibid and ‘J8th of July, two-thirds of the Regiment were killed and wounded, of whom nineteen officers out of twenty-four were among the number. With pa triotic hope they followed Hood’s ill- starred campaign into Tennessee, and at Franklin and at Nashville and on the memorable retreat of that bitter December, they stood by their daring General with a devoCon and pluck that only men could exhibit who go to war fn m a sense of highest duty. Co'onel Walker, in his sketch of the 10th, relates an incident in con nection with Hood’s disastrous defeat before Nashville, which illustrates the spirit of the Carolina Confederate soldier. Manigault’s brigade occu pied a position in the centre of the general line of the little army of Hood, and was exposed all the morn ing of the 10th of December to a reform presented to 1’arliament was I g a ]ii n g f, re „f iU tillery, concentrated passed under criticism, the writer 0 n the centre, while Thomas’ heavy thus describes the soldier: “The enfaiits perdu of the world are your best soldiers, the men who have lost masses were thrown again and again on the right and left wings. Nothing is so demoralizing to the troops in staffs, the silent soldier on the sum mit has grounded his rifle by his side. But his form is erect, and his manly bearing is the form of a man who stands before the gaze of‘friend and foe, and faces the world in witness of the heroic struggle he made, and the patriotic pride he feels in the uucon- quered truth, that the monument which commemorates his defeat for ever immortalizes his honor, hiscour- age, and his faith! In the clear light of his native skies he stands in silent marble, on granite foundation, the forefathers guaranteed to a united people the choice of their own government; that which would best secure to them “life, liberty and the pursuit of hap piness.” This truth, my friends, has been again and again acknowledged by candid minds who were opposed to us in the great contest of ’61—‘(15. . Brave and accomplished soldiers who led their battalions against our dead brothers respect and praise the motives which, inspired their service under the Southern Gross. In a re cent number of the Century, an officer of the United States., Army, brevet- Lieutenant ColoneMiodge, writing of the skill and valor displayed on both sides, pays this tribute to the South ern soldier: “The Southerner felt that he was lighting for his hbi"e and fireside. This greatest of all in spirations we (of the North) lacked, lie fought with an intimate knowl edge of the terrain, with the aid of every farmer, indeed, of every wo man. He was more in earnest, as a rule, as will be every soldier whose all taste for civil life; who are no loss battle as the ordeal to which your to civil society; who have weighed; brethren were exposed on that fatal life in the balance and found it want-1 day—the terrible tire of concentrated ing; men of wrecked prospects and batteries against troops who cannot ruined hopes; men who seek in the ’ ,.q,ry, and must wait the coming as- wild excitement of strife an escape 1 Sim H for their opportunity of resist- from the memory of bright days gone ;U1CP) ineanwhilesuffering woundsand by; from the thoughts of fortunes ; death at each discharge of the guns, once fair, now blasted: from the! '|'| lc fatal hour for that gallant army we can never be unmindful of the duty which gratitude owes to valor, we can never forsake the memory of men who died for the honor of the flag they bore. What test of character so sure and so terrible, so exalted and so purify ing as that which the soldier endures while passing through the mortifica tion of defeat; the scorching trials of repeated disasters, and the bitter dis appointment of hopeless struggles against accumulating odds. Only patriot soldiers, my friends, would have stood by the Confederate stand ard after Vicksburg and Gettysburg, a fid j^otie but true heroes would have Wight at Appomattox and at Ben- tonville. South Carolina’s 12,000 dead Confederate soldiers spealf to us from their silent bivouacs, and the echo of their voices is heard in every true heart, reminding us that they died for South Carolina! Let love and memory bend over their graves in benediction and the hand of grati tude preserve their deeds to history, thattlieirexamples may teach posteri ty how loyally Carolina’s sons defend ed Carolina's honor. A classic poet has said: “The firmest mind will fail Beneath nrsfortune's stroke, and stunned, depart From its sage plan of action.” The Greek poet wrote before the light and grace of the great example had taught mankind the moral worth of suffering, before the cross had re broken dream of faith in woman's love. Such men filled the ranks of the Zouave battallions of France dur ing the Crimean war—such men were to be found in numbers in the Euro pean regiments of the old Comp tny's has come! For the first time in its history it is to be driven from the I field in rout and confusion! Twenty 'thousand Foiilherners are no match for 82,000 brave Westerners. At 5 I o'clock in the afternoon of the Kith fields and homesteads are being wast ed and burned. It is not difficult to state the task of the South; it was simply to conquer its independence. No student of the war, no old soldier, service in India—men very hard to December the left of Hood’s line is hold in peace, but hardorstill to light! penetrated by Thomas’ strong divi- in war.” Contrast this description i sions, and the catastrophe begin! of a soldier with the soldier who “1’recently,” says Colonel Walker, fought for the Southern Confederacy, i “we hear the rattle of musketry, but Compare the standard of the English it is raking down our line and also critic with the characters of your j from our rear. * * The entire fathers and brothers and sons—with ( left wing of the army has gone! The the gallant gentlemen who filled the brigade is ordered to retreat. The ranks of the 10th Regiment of Caro- 10th is rallied on the pike and forms lina’s volunteers—your magnificent | the nucleus of the brigade. All the Pressley, and Porcher, and Huger! j other regiments rally around us. Your Weston, Palmer, Shaw and What a sight meets our view as the White! Your Tolar, Nettles, and Richardson! The ensign of your regiment, uho refused to give the colors to his Lieutenant Goner il on the 28th of July, at Atlanta, saying that he could carry the Hag of his magnitude of the disaster appears! Wagons, gnus, officers, men, ambul ances, eveiything in wild confusion! In hopes of checking the Hying mass we formed across the road, but all efforts are unavaili ig. A staff officer regiment wherever the General order- gallops up, Chief of Artillery of no American, but what harbors the el to go! Britton, the soldier, badly Stewart’s corps, and asks: “What warmest admiration for what the Confederate Soldier, emblem forever Southerner did. He began the war of his people’s character! He would not be there if a 'ght in his course rebuked the natural emotions of the h a man heart—if he was the repre sentative of a sordid contest for ma terial prosperity, the champion of a bad cause, the hero of a causeless rc- with aView to wiiior to die ill the wounded at Nashville, marching by command is this!'” the side of his comrades ru his crutch-1 regiment, and .the Having the 10th colors and es. Myers, bearer of your Hag at men of all the oth'T regiments 'tin last ditch. He did not win, but hej Bentonville, cutoff from his comrades brigade, I an. v,•end. •Maniganlt’s vealed the powers of sacrifice, and shown the triumphs of patience and endurance. Redid not know that minds purified in the tires of disap pointment, and hearts exalted by sufferings endured for honored ends, grow stronger to bear their burdens, greater to prolong their hopes. “Misfortune’s stroke” only closed up the ranks of our brave Confeder ates and nerved their minds for grander sacrifice. The gallant men who marched out of Tennessee with Hood, after that bloody and futile campaign, obeyed his orders with alacrity, and would have repeated the costly sacrifices of Franklin if he had formed a line of battle before crossing the river. They had cheerfully followed his lead into Tennessee in midwinter, abandoning their homes to the torch of Sherman, and now, in January, 1865, they were to rally their decimated ranks on the soil of their beloved Carolina, in a last attempt to oppose the ruthless invader. The 10th faced the foe on the Edisto, and at Columbia, and marched to the standard of their old and beloved commander, General Johnston, to make a final stand at Kingston and Bentonville in North Carolina. mniortnl honor to the eighty soldiers of the 10th S. C. V., who left their homes in ruin, and, in obedience to their duty as Carolina’s soldiers, answered the roll-call at Bentonville! Immortal honor to the Confederate soldiers, all who, having no just cause to be absent from their commands, met the final hour of their country’s destiny in the very last lines of battle. formed to meet their count ry’s invaders! One lifth of the Confederate sol diers surrendered by Lee and John ston were South Carolina soldiers. To the latter belonged the Tenth, Sixteenth, Nineteenth and Twenty- Fourth Regiments, regiments as true as the truest, as brave as the bravest; regiments that buried their dead by hundreds on the battle fields and picket lines of North and South Caro lina, Georgia and Alabama, Mississip pi, Tennessee and Kentucky! regi ments that never failed to light with patriotic ardor, and to whose hard lot it was given ever to tight the battles of the unsuccessful—to contribute to glorious victories whose fruits were lost t) their toils and sacrifices; regi ments that furnished such soldiers us Gist and Mauigault, Stevens and Lithgoe, O’Neal and Pressley, Jones and Palmer, Porcher and Weston, and hundreds of martyrs all that man can give for who died for it. from Chicamauga to Atlanta, and from Atlantu.to Nashville, black with the smoke of battle, tattered and rid dled by bullets, was to be furled at Greensboro forever, forever, for the Confederate soldier’s duty .was near ly done. The immortal army of. Northern \ irginia had been surrendered at AppomuMox. ’1 he only forces of the Confederacy cast of the Mississippi numbered 25,000 men and officers of all arms. Against these were op posed three armies, under Grant, •Sherman and Canity, numbering in the aggregate 850,000; armies splen didly equipped, Hushed with victory, and capable of being concentrated within a few. weeks .against the de voted 25,000. In his memorable in terview with. President Davis at Grcensbco oij. the Kith of April,, 1865, General Johnston represent ed to him, and to members of his Cabinet present, that in his military judgment further warfare on the part of the Confederacy was hopeless! i’n- der such circumstances as he describ ed to Mr. Davis, such was the mili tary situation that in the judgment of this great commander, it would be the greatest of human crimes to at tempt further to prolong the war. “Having neither money nor credit,” said General Johnston, “nor arms but those in the hands of our soldiers, nor ammunition but that in their cartridge boxes, nor shops for repair ing arms or fixing ammiinition, the effect of our keeping the field would be, not to harm the enemy, but to complete the devastation of our country and ruin its people.” The inevitable hour had cme. Nothing was left to brave, true men but to cease to contend in battle and blood, when contention was hopeless, and blood shed in useless strife would be revenge and murder. Lee had said it were an event of our generation, is the story of that heroic example! “1 owe a life to my country, and it is now my duty to fall in its defence,” said Leonidas to his fellow Spartans. “Tell the Governor,” said Gregg, when he received his morial wound at Fredericksburg, “thal if I am to die now, I give my life cheerfuilr for lh" independence of Soul 11 Caro lina.” The patriot's heart is one! Ages do not change it. The soldier ol the Confederacy speaks its lan guage and illustrates its’spirit in the very Words and deeds of the soldier of Thermopyla', and so dear to the human heart is the exhibition of a true sacrifice —so inspiring and help ful is the spirit and example of re solute courage—and so genuine the homage mankind pays to the devo tion of the patriot and hero—that more than two thousand years lift up their voices in his commemora tion to-day, assure us at the base of this monument tl at he will never be forgotten in South Carolina! THE BABY—WHAT IS IT1 A String of Definitions—Sonic Pret ty and Sonic Funny. A London paper has been fishing for definitions as to what a baby is, and received a long list of definitions, that which took the prize was “a liny feat her from the wing of love, dropped into the -acred lap of moth erhood.” Among the definitions were the fol low ing: A troublesome compendium of great possibilities. 1 he only precious possession that ne’ er excites envy. A hold asserter of the rights of free peed). A tiling everybody thinks there is a great deal too niiieh fuss about, unless it is their own. .m A thing we are expected to kiss and look ii.s if \w enjoyed if. “While the voice of the worhl shouts it: chorus, its p.eon. for those who haw won; While the trumpet h soundini;' triumph mil, and high to the hree/.e ami the Him Glad banners are wavimr, hands clap ping, and hurrying feet Thronging after the laurel crowned victors, 1 stand on the field of defeat. in the shadow, with those who are fallen and wounded, ami dying, and there Chant a requiem low. place my hand o:. their pain-knotted brows, breathe n prayer. Hold tin hand that is helpless, and wl ! per, They only the victory win Who have fought iheu'ood ti^Jit and haw vanquished the demon that tempts us within; Who have held to their faith, unsedmvd by the prize that the world holds on hia'lu Who have dared for a hiirh cause to suf fer, resist, iiaht—if need be to die.' The one thing needful to make a "Speak. History! \Ylioare life's victors': Unroll thy long annals, and say: Are they those whom the world called victors—who won the success of a day? The martyrs, or Nero? The Spartans ) who fell at Thermopyhe’s tryst, Or the Persians and Xerxes? llis judges, or Socrates? Pilate, or Christ?” did actually do the oilier thing, lie gave up the struggle because he had practically used up his last man and fired his last cartridge. Nor he nor any other could do more.” (Century to Grant at Appomattox, “General, I am not willing even to discuss any terms of surrender, inconsistent with the honor of my army, which I am determined to maintain to the last.” Grant appreciated the sentiment of his great antagonist, and in the spirit of the soldier he was, responded nobly to Lee’s proposition. To the honor of General Sherman belt gladly confessed, he met the proposals of General Johnston m the spirit of true magnanimity, and asked only the pledge of a soldier's honor to keep a soldier's parole. With the giving of that pledge, the career of the Caralina Confederate soldier was ended! Ended, as it had begun, in obedience to the manifestations of an Almighty providence; in accordance with the dictates of an enlightened conscience; in response to the highest and purest and noblest instincts of the human heart. In the words of General Johnston, the hour had come when warfare was hopeless—when to prolong war would be human crime— and then the Southern soldier ground ed his arms, and gave the pledge the victor asked, the pledge of his un sullied honor! To-day we surround the memorial of their struggles and sacrifices—a quarter of a century intervening be tween us and them, all bitterness gone from our hearts, the new life, and work, and energy, and hope of a generation which had come to suc ceed them, animating our spirit, and the old love we bore our great coun try claiming once more our loyalty and our devotion; and we ask, “Did our brothers die in vain?” Was their fall a needless sacrifice?” “Will their country forget them?” No, answers this monument, no. Come here and read the legend of their valor, and their faith! Come here as toa shrine of purest patriotism,* and “sanctify your memories, \>urify,your hopes, make strong all good inUnt' by com munion with the spirits of heroes, who, being dead, yet speaketh to us.” Aye, and they w ill come! Come, on memorial days, with garlands and roses, and wreathes of sweetest Mow ers! Come, when the faithful hands who gave j and hearts that labored and prayed a cause— to build this monument have joined the soldier in hjs rest! Come, when Banish Slang From the Home. home happy. There is only one perfect specimen of a baby in existence and every mother is the happy possessor of it. The most extensive com plover of female lids r. The pulp from which the leaves of life's look are made. A pudioek on the chain of love. A sofi liundle of love and trouble which we cannot do without. The morning caller, noonday crawler, midnight brawler. The magic spell by which the gods transformed a house into a home. A diminutive specimen of perverse humanity that could scarcely be endured if he belonged to someone else, but, being our own, is a never- failing treasury of delight. A mite of humanity that will cry no harder if a pin is stuck in him than he will if the cat won’t let him pull her tail. Flung is a note of savagery on our hearths and in our drawing rooms. It replaces the easy grace of courtesy by a familiarity often tinged with in- delicacy, and is imcompatible. with that respect and deference that the noblest ideal of womanhood demand ■. And course speech is speedily follow ed by loose nianncrs. No pure wo man will speak a lingo into which ii would be a kind of blasphemy to translate the Ten Commandments and the Apostles’ Creed. There is something painfully gro tesque in imagining a jolly girl of the period talking slang to the babe on her knee, and all good men must frown down such a degradation of the world’s mother.—Exchange. A crying evil you only aggravate by putting down. The latest edition of humanity, of which every couple think they possess tlic finest copy. A native of all countries, who speaks the language of none. The sweetest thine'Cod ever made ... *■ . -. ■ r itiul Iprgol to give w ings to.' That w hich increases Die mother’s toil, decreases the father's cash, aii;I serves as an alarm clock lo the neighbors. A pleasure to two, a nuisance to every other body and a necessity to tb" world. An inhabitant of Lapland. Aot as I Will. Blindfolded and alone I stand, With unknown thresholds on each hand; The darkness deepens as I grope, Afraid to fear, afraid to hope; Yet this one thing I learn to know Each day more surely as 1 go, That doors arc opened, ways are made. Burdens are lifted or are laid By some*great law, unseen and still, Unfathomod purpose to fulfil, “Not as 1 will.” The First Railway to Jerusalem. Blindfolded and alone I wait - Loss seems too bitter, gain too laic. Too heavy burdens in the load. And too few helpers on the road: And joy is weak, and grief isstron r, And years and days so long, so long, Yet this one thing I learn to know Each day more surely as 1 go, That I am glad the good and ill By changeless law arc ordered still, “Not as I will.” “Not as I will!”—the sound grows sweet Each time my lips (he words repeat. “Not ns 1 will!”—the darkness-feels More safe than light when this thought steals take whispered voice to calm and bless All unrest and all loneliness. “Not as 1 will!” because the One Who loved us first and best has gone Before us on the road, and slill For us iniist all Mis love fulfil— •■Not as we w ill.” . A Hoy’s Mother. My mother she’s so good tome, Kf I was good as I could be, 1 couldn't be asgood—iioy sir! Can’t anv boy be good as her! Of I lie twelve hellion. He is there because he and for May, 1890.) This is his vindica- his people esteemed their characters tion before the civilized world, and of far more value than their proper- this his claim upon the respect of ty, and their honor and independence jiosterity. dearer than life! And we, my friends, It is not my purpose to discuss companies of the! a hundred years have past, and when future generations look back for ex amples on which to rest their claim by tl c evening’s advance, tearing the brigade.’ lie tells uslliat General battle-scarred ensign from its staff, Stephen D. Lee ha une brigade act-1101 h S. C. V., which left Camp and, wrapping it about his person, ing as rear guard about a quarter of Marion in the summer of 1861, burn- restoring it to yonr trust at the peril a mile to our rear; that he is hard j iug with ardor for the Hel l unit the of his life! Call the roll of yonr pressed, needs assistance, and asks if | fray, there were only men enough left companies, and the men who answer we will go back with him. ‘Colonel,’ after Bentonville to form, with the j may wear away thse stones, and this to their names arc the best and truest said Walker,‘I will give an | She loves me when I'm glader mad; | She loves me when I’m good er bad: j An’, w'lta't’s a funniest thing, she says ! She loves, me when she punishes. The first railway to Jerusalem will, we are told, be opened in the course of a few weeks. It is a short line, run ning only from Joppa, the nearest port on the -Mediterranean, and in tended to .accommodate the growing passenger and other traffic between thal place and the holy city.. The work of construction is being carried out by a.French copipany, who begun laying down.the line in,April, 1890. It is fully expected that the specula tion w ill be a paying one. The com pany atilicij.alcs, at all events, mak ing large profits, after paying the | shareholders a guaranteed interest of J 5 per cent. It is stated that over 40,- 000 persons land at Joppa every year, • I in order to make a pilgrimage toJe- j rusalcin and other spots celebrated in I sacred history. The number of steamers and other vessels putting in to thejiort of Joppa is now upward of soo a year, the destination of most of l he passengers and merchandise they : convey being the capital of I’alestine. I u evidence of the recent rapid growth of the traffic it may be mentioned that Joppa has trebled its population within the past thirty years. Tourists will be able to take a return ticket from the port in question and Jeru salem. for 20 franc, and, what is more, they will be able to do the journey in a far shorter time with infinitely greater safety,than hitherto. The rush of tourists from all parts of the civilized world to Jerusalem will, if l he expectations of the promoters are i fulfilled, be somet hing phenomenal in the immediate future.—London Standard. citizens of Marion and Horry, George- for the brigade. answer Boys, are you w ill- remnantof the Nineteenth, a battalion monument may not last a thousand of infantry, under Wa'ker, of the years, but the memory of thoCon- 1 t don’t like her to punish me;" - That don’t hurt, but il hurts to see ! Her cry in’—neu l cry; an’ non We both cry—an’ be good again. town and Williamsburg. I have been ing to go back to General Lee?” A j Tenth, and Ferrell, of the Nineteenth, federate soldier is immortal—the impressed, in looking over these rolls, grand, noble, hearty shout answers Bentonville was the last charge, and cord of his valor is indestructible. would not be here to-day to unveil to dead issues, or to rev lev the causes with the instances they furnish of the question, and themenof whom from Smithlield lo Greensboro the Twenty-three hundred years, ha Heaven’s pure light one more monin-11 hut made our great civil war iuevit-; whole families of one name and blood! you are justly proud marched to take ment in memory of the Confederate able. No thoughtful stiulcut of consecrating their lives to the cause their places in the rear guard of memory of the Confederate able. No thoughtful soldier, if his aged parents, his broth- American history, from the fornia- ers and sisters, his wife and children, lion of our governtutut to the era of aling tin of the Confe leracy, fourteen men of Company I writing one family name places Hood’s routed army. Are not such soldiers woithv of that shaft? While bin br«tbv«u ^|1 did mRi'yv;yjgui*qtlH‘ wiM)ivil!, faiUu ,Uiy Vttdyr jour banner, and five vf the! wvuiwj Md* Irt seat in true hyurD last march of the gallant 10th. The passed since Leonidas and his Spar- Hag they carried from Georgetown to tans defended the pass of Thermo- Corinth, from Corinth lo IVnyvillo, pyhc against the hosts of Xerxes, from Perryville to Murfreesboro, | ai d yet dear to the human heart, fi'vm iltuitvvjibviv tv Ciiivauiuugu, ^ and vvvr iivsfi tv tfic wemvry, us if She loves mfe' w hen she cuts and sews i My little cloak and Sunday clothes; An’ when my pa 'comes home to ten, 1 She loves him ’most asonueh as me. She laughs an'Tclls him all I said. An’ grabs nic up an’ pats my head, An’ 1 hug her, an’ hug my pa, . 'An’ love him purt’ nigh muehasnio. —J owes-Wifi tcvmb Riley. Perhaps 'itIs too much to expect that the nmu who 1 uses big 1 words should furnish big ideas along with them, ,i •':.; . According To ian officer of Scotland. Yard thejti'nre ■100,090 pickpockets in LoiicfoHv'and each one of them. knows au American the moment he. sees hiii),.;... . r 6: i> i Several”' toti'hs in Russia have ' elected women for mayors''on., .(Jic i ground . .that they were best titted.tq be entrusted with the interests of t^ic. cvnmuaity. ' . • *\. -A