Presentation of a Flay.
--A magnificent silk banner was presented to the members of Col. Wade Hampton
's Legion, now at Camp Manning, on Tuesday evening. The weather was rather inclement than otherwise, but the soldiers having been disappointed twice before on account of the capers of the weather god, determined that the ‘"ball should go on."’ A large number of ladies and gentlemen were present.
acted as spokesman on the occasion.
A correspondent describing the affair says: "The Legion was formed into three sides of a square to receive the President
, who appeared on a grey horse, accompanied by Col. Hampton
Many of us had never seen the here of Buena Vista
before, and his appearance differed somewhat from what we had fancied.
His keen, calm eye alone indicated the warrior, while the serene expression of countenance and plain, simple manner of his bearing, denoted more the student and statesman.
Advancing a few paces in the hollow of the square, he took the beautiful banner with evident emotion, and addressed his ‘"friends and fellow-soldiers of South Carolina
"’ in tones and words that stirred their bosoms with feelings of pride and devotion to their native State, and that moistened the eyes of many with the memories of her past achievements in the old Revolution, and on the gory fields of Mexico
He told the Legion that the flag was the work of the fair fingers of the descendants of Darby
, and Williams
, and Campbell
, the heroes of King's Mountain
, and Cowpens
had first unfurled the flag of the Union
on the walls of Fort Moultrie
, and Jasper
rescued it on the glorious day of victory.--He knew Carolinians on the bloody plains of Mexico
, when they bore their banner, dipped in blood, from victory to victory.
Here was another banner entrusted to their keeping, and before him stood the men to preserve it from defeat; and, like the heroes of Churubusco
, they would hand it from one to another until the last man falls, or plant it triumphant on a conquered field.
He was sorry, he said, that he could not bid them hope the smiles of peace would banish from our loved country the dark clouds of war, for he felt that we had hardships to endure, privations to bear — great deeds to do. For himself, he had not come to the office he occupied for its honor, but to share its perils; and when Carolina levels her bayonets for the last charge, he hoped to be with them.
He intended to be where men bleed and die.--With superadded confidence and pleasure, he committed the beautiful flag in the hands of Col. Hampton
, as the son of a noble gentleman, and the grandson of a gallant commander of ‘"76."’
Three times three were enthusiastically given for Jeff. Davis
, and after the band had played a fine air, Col. Hampton
replied--‘"That, coming, as it did, from the hands of one reverenced and honored throughout the length and breadth of the whole Southern country, this flag, in itself demanding the highest feelings of pride and reverence, with brightest memories of Carolina
clustering around it, was doubly valued.
He would ask his followers to defend it."’ He asked them to ‘"look upon its Palmetto
tree and silver crescent"’--then, turning to Sergeant Darby
, he said: ‘"To you I commit this sacred trust.
I know you well — you must remember that you are the grandson of a patriot and hero."’
On taking it, Sergeant Darby
briefly replied, ‘"that it was his pride and pleasure to be the bearer of that beautiful banner; that while life lasted it would never go down before the enemy, and if it did fall, his epitaph would be written on its folds."’
Every eye rested fondly on the silver crescent and memory-moving Palmetto
, as the gorgeous flag floated first over the heads of the Legion, and every heart there resolved that if it must ever fall, there would be no Carolina
eye to gaze upon its fall.
The Legion then performed various evolutions, and passed in review before the President
, after which, parade was dismissed, and the flag conducted by the Washington
Light Infantry to the Colonel
's tent, accompanied by the Armory Band, which added infinitely to the pleasantness of the occasion.
May our banner be next unburied in the face of the insolent foe who would crush beneath the heel of despotism the ‘"inalienable rights"’ for which our fathers fought and fell.