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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 14. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Address before the Virginia division of Army of Northern Virginia, at their reunion on the evening of October 21, 1886. (search)
deed, though he had fought us for the Union, had amongst us warm friends—friendships formed before, and continued after the war, which had not broken them. So in his case there was strong personal feeling and sympathy, as well as philanthropy and patriotism. But there came others to us who were personally strangers to our people—who came only in the name of our former enemies—in the name of the Grand Army of the Republic. Governor Fairchild, of Wisconsin, the commander-in-chief, and Colonel E. B. Gray, the adjutant-general of that great body, came to inquire and report to their comrades if there existed a necessity for additional aid to us in our troubles. Soon after the fall of Charleston and the surrender at Appomattox a party came down from Washington to raise the Stars and Stripes from Fort Sumter—to declare and announce the restoration of the Union. The proclamation of the commander-in-chief of the Grand Army of the Republic from Charleston, on the 14th September, 1886, ju
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 14. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), General George Burgwyn Anderson—The memorial address of Hon. A. M. Waddell, May 11, 1885. (search)
ends here we emerge into the effulgence of an eternal day. That term, as said the aged Ealdorman, is but a sparrow's flight through a banquet hall, but beyond the portal, instead of wintry darkness, dwells the light. As the first of American poets has beautifully said: There is no death; what seems so is transition: This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian Whose portal we call Death. Still many of us draw near the portal with fear and trembling, as if the words of Gray's elegy were to be literally fulfilled and we were to be— Each in his narrow cell forever laid. Base thought! degrading superstition! which dishonors the mind and heart that harbor it, and which is equally at war with every analogy that can be drawn from nature and every precept of the Divine Law. So far from being true, the doctrine that death is only another name for annihilation is but a dreadful nightmare, a torturing dream of the impossible, the very capacity to conceive which