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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 8. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.3 (search)
The cavalry — remarks of private James N. Dunlop, at A. N. V. Banquet, October 29th, 1879. Mr. Dunlop was called on to respond to a toast to the cavalry, and spoke as follows: To horse, to horse; the sabres gleam, High sounds our bugle call; Combined by honor's sacred tie, Our watchword, laws and liberty! Forward! to do or die. Mr. Chairman and Fellow Comrades--The simple melody of our bugles when, in days of yore, they called us to mount, or sounded the advance, is heard anew iMr. Dunlop was called on to respond to a toast to the cavalry, and spoke as follows: To horse, to horse; the sabres gleam, High sounds our bugle call; Combined by honor's sacred tie, Our watchword, laws and liberty! Forward! to do or die. Mr. Chairman and Fellow Comrades--The simple melody of our bugles when, in days of yore, they called us to mount, or sounded the advance, is heard anew in the sentiment just proposed and in our ears again ring their commands — set to the notes of Scotland's chief minstrel — breathed from the magic touch of the Wizard of the North. And so the events of those times, that tried men's souls, the homely detail of the soldier's daily life — no less than the splendid achievement of peril's darkest hour --shall furnish material for the solemn, stately muse of history and thrilling theme for story and for song. The sentiment, sir, is an epitome of