head was bowed in grief.
The flower of her chivalry fell in that fatal charge.
But none fell so lamented as Armistead
, none crowned with glory like his. Many another had done valiantly, but he surpassed them all. He did a deed that was matchless, unique, without a parallel on that field, when, leading his men with unflinching courage through the storm of fire, he pierced the enemy's line and fell there in the Bloody Angle
, not Ney
at Waterlee, ever exhibited a grender example of heroism and devotion than that displayed by our lamented chief.
The fame of his heroic deeds has spread through all the world.
In every history they stand recorded.
A generous foe unites with us to honor his memory.
The stolid Longstreet
kindles with enthusiasm to tell how ‘the noble Armistead
fell on Cemetery Ridge
by the wheels of the enemy's cannon.’
And so, comrades, we present you now the portrait of a soldier, ‘without fear and without reproach,’ of one who, tried with fiery trials, was always equal to the test; who, true as steel to his convictions, upheld on every field the honor of Virginia
, and added yet another leaf to the chaplet of glory which shall forever encircle her queenly head.
He comes to take his place in this ‘Hall of Fame’ with the heroes of our heroic age, who leaped to arms forty-eight years ago, at the call of Virginia
, and followed even unto death that starry cross which was to them the very symbol of duty and of self-sacrifice.
He comes to take his rightful place with Ashby
, with Stuart
and A. P. Hill
They welcome him, this noble band, they hail him as a kindred spirit, as a comrade true.
Our peerless Lee
, we may well believe, looks with approval on this scene.
Long may that portrait hang upon these walls.
May ot show to all the world what men they were who followed once the banner of Lee
. And if ever again the youth of Virginia
are called to contend on the field of battle for her honor and her rights, may one glance at that noble face nerve their hearts with unflinching determination to do or die in her defence.
Hail then, unconquored chief, ‘Dead’ once, like Latour
d'auvergne, ‘on the field of honor.’
We welcome thee to thy predestined place, ‘numbered now among the immortals.’