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THE DARLINGTON
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“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
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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. ' .
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