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United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 1.16
President. 300 W. Franklin St., Richmond, Va., June 4th, 1887. Thomas Ellett, Esq., Pres't Pegram Battalion Association: dear Sir—I thank you for the kind expressions which your letter of the 1st contains, and in accordance with the wish you express, I herewith send you a copy of the address delivered on the occasion of the unveiling of the Memorial Window at the Soldiers' Home. Very truly yours, H. M. Jackson. Address of Hon. John Fitzhugh lay, late Colonel of cavalry, Confederate States army. To you, Major Randolph, Chairman of the Executive Committee, and to you, gentlemen, the authorities of Lee Camp, the Soldiers' Home, and of this beautiful Chapel, and as such, the custodians of its records, I address myself: The Pegram Battalion Association have conferred upon me the proud distinction of delegating to you a valuable trust in the presentation of this register. As the Vestal Virgins kept the sacred fires at the Temple of Vesta at Rome, so are you to keep and
Canaan, N. H. (New Hampshire, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.16
of an undisciplined rabble of badly armed and half naked savages by the superbly equipped, mail-clad, and disciplined legions of Rome. And I would venture to put over against the campaigns of a Caesar, the achievements of a Joshua, who, at the head of an army composed of the escaped slaves of Egypt, with no weapons except such as they were able to forge in the desert or wrest from the hands of their enemies, undertook the conquest of the powerful nations of Moab and Ammon and Philistia and Canaan. I understand very well that one may say that the Jewish commander had divine assistance, which the Roman had not. I do not deny that; but I distinctly affirm that the student of military history, considering the human elements alone, will find in the great captain of the Hebrews, whose soul was on fire with zeal for Jehovah's cause and whose dauntless faith was fixed on the Lord his God, the peer of any captain of any age. And I will ask you to suppose for a moment that the heroic act
South Carolina (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.16
Crenshaw Battery, of Richmond, Virginia; Letcher Battery, of Richmond, Virginia; Fredericksburg Battery, of Fredericksburg, Virginia, and Pee Dee Battery, of South Carolina—commanded by Colonel Wm. Johnston Pegram until he fell mortally wounded at Five Forks, April 1st, 1865: Address of Rev. H. Melville Jackson, D. D.: relig the Fredericksburg batteries, with their noble men and officers—and last, but not least, the Pee Dee Battery from our gallant and plucky little sister State, South Carolina. We will never forget any of you, and this register enshrines your noble dead. But the shadows of the coming evening warn me that I must not linger. I ca gave the last drop of his canteen to a wounded or dying opponent. The household before the war, and after the war! both sides! a gifted divine and poet of South Carolina, in his elegant essay God in history, has sweetly sung. I give you his words: Fair faces beaming round tile household hearth, Young, joyous tones in melody
Preussen (search for this): chapter 1.16
admiration. If this constitutes a title, I feel that I am not altogether unworthy to appear in your presence to-day and undertake to perform the duty which you have assigned me. In the years which have ensued since the God of Peace breathed peace on this torn and distracted country, we have had time to make up our estimate of the Southern soldier. We have thought, and do verily believe, that neither the phalanxes of Macedonia, nor the legions of Rome, nor the disciplined battalions of Prussia, nor the sturdy brigades of Britain, nor the war-intoxicated soldiery of France, surpassed either in endurance or in valor the veteran armies which contested the long series of battles from Manassas to Appomattox. The estimate of the Southern soldier has been formed, has already passed into history, and will be perpetuated on her page. There is, however, one element of strength in the soldierly character, contributing no little to the achievements of the armies of the Confederacy, which
Judas Maccabeus (search for this): chapter 1.16
against ten, but yet who never lost an engagement, who achieved the independence of his country, and who wrested freedom from the mighty power of the Grecian Empire, has not been accorded the place in the estimation of the world to which his signal prowess and military genius entitle him. I know no reason except that which was alleged by Tacitus in a similar instance, when he says of the Greeks, that they never admire any exploits but their own. Grecian literature is silent respecting Judas Maccabeus, and Grecian literature has moulded the thought of the world. Surely it is not enough to do deeds of glory. Their formative influence, their inspiring example, is lost to the world unless they are embodied in an imperishable literature. And I assert that no more imperative duty lies before the South than to secure the preservation of the records of our recent war. I do not mean so much the records of extended campaigns, which I have no doubt the military historian will faithfully c
Gorgias (search for this): chapter 1.16
But these men are fighting for God, and they know no fear. In God is our help, was the battery which went up from that devoted band. The army of the invaders divides; one part remains encamped at Emmaus under Nicanor; the other part, under Gorgias, makes a detour through the mountains to surprise Judas and destroy him in his tents. This is his opportunity, and with the instinct of genius he seizes it. With the celerity of movement for which he was famous, and in which he is unequalled in ancient or in modern times, except, as I think, by the foot-cavalry of Stonewall Jackson, he descended upon the camp of Nicanor, and when Gorgias had reached the mountain top, where he expected to find his victim, he could behold the conflagration which proclaimed the rout and destruction of the main body of the invading army. Nor is he left long to brood over his disappointment. Before nightfall of that eventful day, and before he could extricate himself from that mountainous region, he i
D. H. Hill (search for this): chapter 1.16
no higher encomium than that; I want no better testimony to the truth of the position I assume. Far be it from us to assert that the armies of the South were armies of saints. I do not assert that; but I do affirm that, perhaps, never in the world's history were gathered together such large bodies of men who were so generally pervaded by a deep and strong religious spirit. How many of its leaders were great whole-hearted Christian men. Polk was a bishop; Pendleton, a clergyman, and D. H. Hill a religious author. Call the roll of brigadiers, and you will be astonished to find how large a proportion of them were God-fearing men. Joseph E. Johnston, eminent for military skill, consecrated his talents to the service of God. Lee is the noblest type of a Christian warrior that our century has produced; nay, stands peerless among the sons of men of every nationality and of every age. In the crisis of many a fight the right arm of Stonewall Jackson was seen uplifted in prayer to t
Walter Scott (search for this): chapter 1.16
t, and on its rear, reaping a harvest of death, flashes and gleams in the morning light the single sword of Jonathan. I search in vain the annals of war for an action parallel with that in the superb audacity of its conception and in the splendid valor with which it was executed. And yet, not one in ten of you all ever heard of it before. There it is, recorded on the page of Holy Writ, but it never arrested your most casual attention. If Herodotus had told the story, or Plutarch, or Walter Scott, you would have heard it a thousand times in your childhood, and you would have told it again and again to your children after you. A distinguished divine, recently speaking in this place, said of a certain Psalm upon which he was commenting: This is the soldier's Psalm. He might with equal propriety have said of the whole book of Psalms: This is the soldier's book. How full it is, from beginning to end, of allusion to the camp, the battle and the weapons of a warrior. We read these
William Johnston Pegram (search for this): chapter 1.16
Pegram battalion Association. The following addresses were delivered on the 31st day of May, 1887, on the occasion of the dedication of a memorial window, erected in memory of the dead of the Pegram Battalion Association, and the depositing of a register of the same, at the Chapel at the Soldiers' Home at Lee Camp. The following companies constituted the battalion: Purcell Battery, of Richmond, Virginia; Crenshaw Battery, of Richmond, Virginia; Letcher Battery, of Richmond, Virginia; Fredericksburg Battery, of Fredericksburg, Virginia, and Pee Dee Battery, of South Carolina—commanded by Colonel Wm. Johnston Pegram until he fell mortally wounded at Five Forks, April 1st, 1865: Address of Rev. H. Melville Jackson, D. D.: religion an element of strength in the soldierly character. When Aeneus related to the enamoured Queen of Carthage the story of Trojan woes, he could say that no inconsiderable part of those sufferings were borne by himself. And so, it seems to me, that o
H. M. Jackson (search for this): chapter 1.16
ng, in which each recurring Sunday they may worship and listen to the words of heavenly wisdom (to prepare them for their final march and eternal encampment) speak aloud the fact that we have not forgotten to remember them, nor will our children after us. My comrades! this is not a roll of the living but of the dead. It is not the only roll of honor. There is another, of mingled staff, infantry, cavalry and artillery, of officers and privates. Upon this may be found the names of Lee, Jackson and Stuart, of Sydney Johnson, Zollicoffer and Forrest (names we have honored), and some of whose memories we almost worship. Neither of these rolls are yet complete. As the years glide by other names will be added. Sooner or later you and I must appear before the one or the other. It may not be a pleasant thought, but it is a fact in the future, which should remind us so to live, that when we are enrolled our comrades will not be ashamed of our companionship. And there may be a thi
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