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Crastinus (search for this): chapter 11
ing timbers of the Congress and Cumberland, and startled nations. Time, the balm of wounded hearts, has softened the agony of the last months of the appalling struggles between the States, and converted the ravishing anguish of defeat, of deaths, of losses infinite, into submission to the inevitable. We would not make those hearts bleed afresh by recounting the incidents which clothed our people with the weeds of mourning. In Caesar's account of the battle of Pharsalia, he says that Crastinus, a centurion of the Tenth legion, already distinguished for his gallantry, called out: Follow me, my comrades, and strike home for your general. This one battle remains to be fought and he will have his rights and we our liberty. General, he said, looking to Caesar, I shall earn your thanks to-day, dead or alive. We have seen a ragged Southern soldier, all unknown to fame, amid the angry shouting of hosts, touch the poverty of his uniform, and with a gentle farewell, uttered as
January (search for this): chapter 11
ed, dispersed, to find ruined homes and a country girded with sackcloth and sprinkled with ashes. This melancholy duty could not be performed on ground more fitting than this, hallowed as it is by the graves of our dead—footprints of angels-made memorable as it is by an assemblage of circumstances. Eighteen miles away, as the ill-omened crow flies, are the remains of the last great artery which sustained the failing life of the Confederacy, until cut by the cruel surgery of the sword in January of 1865. The spirit of good or bad in men, while living and after death, is but the echo of their actions. Those who served in the armies of the Confederacy during its struggle with the Government carry in their hearts an unwritten memorial of the courage, valor and deeds of their comrades who, less fortunate than themselves, perished in that struggle. The feeling of comradeship, the sense of old help, of common peril—born only of the electric touch of elbows—will not suffer their memori<
1865 AD (search for this): chapter 11
nett's address at Wilmington on memorial day is reprinted from the Star. We have come to offer the tribute of gratitude to the men, dead and living, who followed the fortunes of the Confederacy from the outbreak of the war until Palm Sunday in 1865, when the ragged regiments of the South, torn by hostile shot and shell, stacked their guns, lowered their banners, and, broken-hearted, dispersed, to find ruined homes and a country girded with sackcloth and sprinkled with ashes. This melancholy it is by an assemblage of circumstances. Eighteen miles away, as the ill-omened crow flies, are the remains of the last great artery which sustained the failing life of the Confederacy, until cut by the cruel surgery of the sword in January of 1865. The spirit of good or bad in men, while living and after death, is but the echo of their actions. Those who served in the armies of the Confederacy during its struggle with the Government carry in their hearts an unwritten memorial of the coura
1883 AD (search for this): chapter 11
The Confederate soldier. a synopsis of an Address delivered before the Ladies' Memorial Association at Wilmington, North Carolina, May so, 1883. by Honorable R. T. Bennett. Col. 14th N. C. Infantry, C. S. A. The following synopsis of Judge Bennett's address at Wilmington on memorial day is reprinted from the Star. We have come to offer the tribute of gratitude to the men, dead and living, who followed the fortunes of the Confederacy from the outbreak of the war until Palm Sunday in 1865, when the ragged regiments of the South, torn by hostile shot and shell, stacked their guns, lowered their banners, and, broken-hearted, dispersed, to find ruined homes and a country girded with sackcloth and sprinkled with ashes. This melancholy duty could not be performed on ground more fitting than this, hallowed as it is by the graves of our dead—footprints of angels-made memorable as it is by an assemblage of circumstances. Eighteen miles away, as the ill-omened crow flies, are the r
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