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rts beat, it uplifts our souls and dominating us, allows this high creation to be great in the world and respected. A nation may succumb to force, but when her honor remains— eternal hope and lofty thoughts are not forbidden her if her children, The Trustees of Posterity, the best asset of a State, cherish piously the cult of their country and the religion of their parents. Old man Carlyle laughed until hoarse when it was read to him that the mob of New York city, resisting the draft of 1863, hanged negroes to lamp posts, while Lincoln and Stanton were proclaiming the war as waged for freedom. What irony! Alas, what destiny! Alas, the deep damnation of their taking off. Wordsworth said of the persistency of the Spaniards against Napoleon: That when a people are called suddenly to fight for their liberty, and are sorely pressed upon, their best field of battle is the floors upon which their children have played, the chambers where the family of each man has slept upon, or
May 18th, 1898 AD (search for this): chapter 1.4
ith Glowing apostrophe to General T. J. Jackson, at Charlotte, N. C., May 10th, 1906. By Hon. R. T. Bennett, Late Col. of the 14th N. C. Regiment, C. S. A. [As to other addresses of Col. Bennett and notice of his admirable career, see Southern Historical Society Papers, Vol. XXXIII, p. 65.—Ed.] Madame President, Ladies of the United Daughters of the Confederacy, Citizens: When that illustrious man William Edward Gladstone lay in the crisis of his fate, which closed in his death May 18th, 1898, messages of sympathy from the foremost men of our Christian world were read to him, and he murmured at intervals, Kindness, kindness, kindness! at length as prayers were ended he exclaimed, Amen! There is sunshine in my soul to-day. You have given me manifestations of sympathy akin to affection. An old man taken in the act of doing right is your guest to-day. I value beyond weights and measures the good opinion of our people, whether they be plain people, official people, or su
May 10th, 1906 AD (search for this): chapter 1.4
An address before the ladies' memorial Association. With Glowing apostrophe to General T. J. Jackson, at Charlotte, N. C., May 10th, 1906. By Hon. R. T. Bennett, Late Col. of the 14th N. C. Regiment, C. S. A. [As to other addresses of Col. Bennett and notice of his admirable career, see Southern Historical Society Papers, Vol. XXXIII, p. 65.—Ed.] Madame President, Ladies of the United Daughters of the Confederacy, Citizens: When that illustrious man William Edward Gladstone lay in the crisis of his fate, which closed in his death May 18th, 1898, messages of sympathy from the foremost men of our Christian world were read to him, and he murmured at intervals, Kindness, kindness, kindness! at length as prayers were ended he exclaimed, Amen! There is sunshine in my soul to-day. You have given me manifestations of sympathy akin to affection. An old man taken in the act of doing right is your guest to-day. I value beyond weights and measures the good opinion of our
Gustavus Adolphus (search for this): chapter 1.4
pt upon, or under the roofs by which they have been sheltered, in the gardens of their recreation, in the streets, or in the market place, before the altars of their temples, and among their congregated dwellings, blazing or uprooted. This is our Saints' day—two score and three years ago amid the tangled undergrowth at Chancellorsville, the wound which released his noble soul was inflicted. Never did the death of one man exercise such influence upon a nascent or established State. Gustavus Adolphus, the Lion of the North, the defender of the Christian religion, the great Turenne, the foremost tactician of his age, taken off by a stray shot—these were cruel blows—not comparable, however, to the death of that tempestuous Captain, God given, intoxicated with his mission. You have marvelled, no doubt, that he should have gone forward beyond his lines, as he did, I bring you the secret. The enemy staggering from the powerful stroke inflicted by the rout of the afternoon, had recoil<
R. T. Bennett (search for this): chapter 1.4
An address before the ladies' memorial Association. With Glowing apostrophe to General T. J. Jackson, at Charlotte, N. C., May 10th, 1906. By Hon. R. T. Bennett, Late Col. of the 14th N. C. Regiment, C. S. A. [As to other addresses of Col. Bennett and notice of his admirable career, see Southern Historical Society Papers, Vol. XXXIII, p. 65.—Ed.] Madame President, Ladies of the United Daughters of the Confederacy, Citizens: When that illustrious man William Edward Gladstone layCol. Bennett and notice of his admirable career, see Southern Historical Society Papers, Vol. XXXIII, p. 65.—Ed.] Madame President, Ladies of the United Daughters of the Confederacy, Citizens: When that illustrious man William Edward Gladstone lay in the crisis of his fate, which closed in his death May 18th, 1898, messages of sympathy from the foremost men of our Christian world were read to him, and he murmured at intervals, Kindness, kindness, kindness! at length as prayers were ended he exclaimed, Amen! There is sunshine in my soul to-day. You have given me manifestations of sympathy akin to affection. An old man taken in the act of doing right is your guest to-day. I value beyond weights and measures the good opinion of our
John E. Brown (search for this): chapter 1.4
foremost thought of the time, the day, the hour. It is not the cry of the multitude, Crucify him! Release to us Barabbas, but of the still small voice, Be just and fear not. I quiver with emotion in the presence of this audience, cultured and adorned with every embellishment of beauty. I reckon the census of immortal events wrought here by the good limbs of our people. I miss the lionhearted Jones, the intrepid Flemming, the unmatched Waring, glorious Greer, my virtuous friend John E. Brown, the steady Barringer and perennial Vance. At their tombs my tributary tears I offer for my brethren's obsequies. I asked my wife if it would be risking too much with this assemblage of worthies to indulge my sense for humor. With Confederate precision she retorted against it and I am sworn to a severe demeanor. I am not to herald discordant notes. Peace on earth to men of good will enthuses me. If I may twang the bow of Ulysses I recognize that you cannot annihilate the past.
he workmen render fruitful? She is all this; the thought of her fills and possesses us, it makes our hearts beat, it uplifts our souls and dominating us, allows this high creation to be great in the world and respected. A nation may succumb to force, but when her honor remains— eternal hope and lofty thoughts are not forbidden her if her children, The Trustees of Posterity, the best asset of a State, cherish piously the cult of their country and the religion of their parents. Old man Carlyle laughed until hoarse when it was read to him that the mob of New York city, resisting the draft of 1863, hanged negroes to lamp posts, while Lincoln and Stanton were proclaiming the war as waged for freedom. What irony! Alas, what destiny! Alas, the deep damnation of their taking off. Wordsworth said of the persistency of the Spaniards against Napoleon: That when a people are called suddenly to fight for their liberty, and are sorely pressed upon, their best field of battle is the
Charles Dickens (search for this): chapter 1.4
n's obsequies. I asked my wife if it would be risking too much with this assemblage of worthies to indulge my sense for humor. With Confederate precision she retorted against it and I am sworn to a severe demeanor. I am not to herald discordant notes. Peace on earth to men of good will enthuses me. If I may twang the bow of Ulysses I recognize that you cannot annihilate the past. Verily you must not suspect me capable of infidelity to that past. Genius when young is divine. Charles Dickens, the most pathetic of all English writers, in one of his letters from Rome, represents the early Christians of Rome as having sought and found sanctuary in the catacombs of the Eternal City, where they worshipped the God of the Christian. Their hiding place having been discovered, fathers, mothers were slain by the men of the law—the lynchers of the Apocalypse, the mot of the day. The men who hang others upon the Statue of Liberty while professing a mission for free speech, freedom
William Edward Gladstone (search for this): chapter 1.4
An address before the ladies' memorial Association. With Glowing apostrophe to General T. J. Jackson, at Charlotte, N. C., May 10th, 1906. By Hon. R. T. Bennett, Late Col. of the 14th N. C. Regiment, C. S. A. [As to other addresses of Col. Bennett and notice of his admirable career, see Southern Historical Society Papers, Vol. XXXIII, p. 65.—Ed.] Madame President, Ladies of the United Daughters of the Confederacy, Citizens: When that illustrious man William Edward Gladstone lay in the crisis of his fate, which closed in his death May 18th, 1898, messages of sympathy from the foremost men of our Christian world were read to him, and he murmured at intervals, Kindness, kindness, kindness! at length as prayers were ended he exclaimed, Amen! There is sunshine in my soul to-day. You have given me manifestations of sympathy akin to affection. An old man taken in the act of doing right is your guest to-day. I value beyond weights and measures the good opinion of our
the conception of the best and foremost thought of the time, the day, the hour. It is not the cry of the multitude, Crucify him! Release to us Barabbas, but of the still small voice, Be just and fear not. I quiver with emotion in the presence of this audience, cultured and adorned with every embellishment of beauty. I reckon the census of immortal events wrought here by the good limbs of our people. I miss the lionhearted Jones, the intrepid Flemming, the unmatched Waring, glorious Greer, my virtuous friend John E. Brown, the steady Barringer and perennial Vance. At their tombs my tributary tears I offer for my brethren's obsequies. I asked my wife if it would be risking too much with this assemblage of worthies to indulge my sense for humor. With Confederate precision she retorted against it and I am sworn to a severe demeanor. I am not to herald discordant notes. Peace on earth to men of good will enthuses me. If I may twang the bow of Ulysses I recognize that y
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