YYvinvU,' LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 00013S07D41 Glass Book_ ♦ l?*$7 r i-3 *t ^lr\ fired the first gun ; but every one who is familiar with the history of those stormy days knows that the North committed the first overt act of war, which justified and necessitated the firing of that gun. They made every effort consistent with their safety, self-respect and manhood to avert war. They parted from their northern 10 brethren in the spirit in which old Abram said to Lot : '• Let there be no strife, I pray thee, between me and thee." But the North would not have it so. Every proposal looking to peace was rejected by those in power at Washington. Says an English historian of the time: "Twice the Republicans were asked simply to execute the existing law and sustain in the future that exclusive constitutional right of the States over their internal affairs and that equality in the common Territories which scarcely admitted of rational disputes, and twice the party pronounced against the least that the South could safely or honorably accept." At length, on April 15, 1861, the newly-inaugurated President, transcending the authority vested in him by the Constitution which he had just sworn to support, issued a proclamation calling for 75,000 men to coerce the States which had with- drawn from the Union. This call for troops destroyed the last lingering hope of peace. It left no doubt as to the purpose of the party in power. It meant war of invasion and subjugation. It left the South no choice but between cowardly surrender of rights held sacred and manly resistance to the invading foe. Between these alternatives she was not slow to choose. States which had been hesitating on the ground of expediency and hoping for a peaceable adjustment of issues wheeled into line with the States which had already seceded. Virginia — mother of States and statesmen and warriors who had given away an empire for the public good, whose pen had written the Declaration of Independence, whose sword had flashed in front of the American army in the war for independence, and whose wisdom and patriotism had been chiefly instrumental in giving the country the Constitution of the Union — Virginia, foreseeing that her bosom would become the theatre of war with its attendant horrors, nobly chose to suffer rather than become an accomplice in the proposed outrage upon constitutional liberty. With a generosity and magnanimity of soul rarely equalled and- never surpassed in the history of nations she placed herself in the path 6f the invader, practically saying : Before you can touch the rights of my southern sisters you must cut your way to them through my heart. From the Potomac to the Gulf, from the Atlantic to the Rio Grande, the sons of the South sprang to arms. From stately mansions and from humble cottages, from the workshops and from the farm, from the storeroom and from the study, from every neighborhood, and from every vocation of life, with unanimity almost unparalleled, they rallied for the defence of the land they loved, and of what in their inmost souls they felt to be their sacred and inalienable birthright. Traitors and rebels verily they were not. They were true-hearted patriots, worthy to rank with the noblest souls that ever battled for freedom. They fought for home and country and to maintain the fundamental principle of all free govern- ment — that the right to govern arises from and is coexistent with the consent of the governed. And if patient self-denial, and cheerful self-sacrifice, and unquailing fortitude and unfaltering devotion to country, and unwavering loyalty to duty, and dauntless courage in defence of the right make heroism, the men whom we honor to-day, and whom we would not have our children forget, were sublime heroes. History has no more illustrious page than that which tells of their achievements. Poorly equipped, poorly clad, poorly fed, and virtually without pay, they confronted at least three 10 times their number of as well-equipped, well-ck thed, well-fed, and well-paid soldiers as ever marched to battle ; wrested from them a series of victories unsurpassed in brilliancy ; and for four years, stormy with the red blasts of war, successfully resisted all their power. In clangers and hardships that "tried men's souls" the defenders of the South were tried, and always found " true as tempered steel." Laboring under disadvantages which even their friends can never fully appreciate ; supplementing their scanty rations with weeds and grasses ; their bare feet often times pressing the frozen ground or blistered on the burning highway ; their garments as tattered as the battle-torn banners that they bore, they bravely fought on for the cause they loved and sealed their devotion to it with their blood. I need not name the many glorious fields on which the soldiers of the Con- federacy, by their splendid courage, hurled back army after army, each one greatly outnumbering them and supposed by the North to be strong enough to crush them. I need not recount the battles in which the sailors of the Confederacy made up in skill and daring for lack of equipment, and fought with a valor unsurpassed in naval warfare. On the land and on the sea they made a record to which their country may point with a just and noble pride. History bears witness to their unrivalled martial qualities. By their deeds they " set with pearls the bracelet of the world," and won for themselves a place in the foremost rank of mankind's Legion of Honor. And although worn out by ceaseless conflict, half farr.ished and overwhelmed by numbers, they were at last forced to yield, those tc whom they surrendered might well envy the glory of their defeat. And the glory of that great struggle for constitutional liberty and home rule belongs not alone to those who wore the officer's uniform and buckled on the sword, but as well to those who wore the coarser gray of the private and shouldered the musket. We do well to honor those who served in the ranks and faithfully and fearlessly performed the duties of the common soldier and sailor. It was their valor and worth, no less than the courage and genius of the officers who led them, that won for the battle-flag of the South a fame which — " on brightest pages, Pennec 1 by poets and by sages, Shall go sounding down the ages." In intelligence and thought they were, from training and associations, far above the average soldiery of the world. Notwithstanding all that has been said about the illiteracy of the South, I believe that no country ever had a larger percentage of intelligent and thinking men in the ranks of its army. Thousands of them were highly educated, cultured, refined, and in every way qualified to command. Sitting on the brow of the mountain overlooking the winding Shenandoah, and the little town of Strasburg, and the beautiful valley stretching away towards Winchester, and, at that time, dark with the blue columns of Federal soldiers, a Louisiana private, idly talking of what he would do were he in command, gave me almost every detail of the plan which, afterwar 3 perceived and executed by the command- ing officer, carried confusion and defeat to the Federals. Had the need arisen, as in case of the Theban army in Thessa.v, Eoaminondas might have been found servin b as a private in the Confederate ranks. And I believe that no army was ever composed of men more thoroughly imbued with moral principle. As a rule, they were men who recognized the obligation to 17 be just and honest and merciful, and to re?p< ct the rights of others, even in time of war. Never flinching from conflict with armed foemen, their moral training and disposition forbade them to make war upon the weak and defenceless. To their everlasting honor stands the fact that in their march through the enemy's country they left behind them no fields wantonly laid waste, no families cruelly robbed of subsistence, no homes ruthlessly violated. " In no case," says an English writer, " had the Pennsylvanians to complain of personal injury, or even discourtesy, at the hands of those whose homes they had burned, whose families they had insulted, robbed, and tormented. Even the tardy destruction of Chambersburg was an act of regular, limited, and righteous reprisal." The Pennsylvania farmer whose words were reported by a northern correspondent paid to the southern troops no more than a merited tribute when he said of them : "I must say they acted like gentlemen, and, their cause aside, I would rather have 40,000 rebels quartered on my premises than 1,000 Union troops." And they acted like gentlemen, not merely because the order of their com- manding general required them so to act, but because the spirit within themselves was in harmony with and responded to that order. In the ranks of the southern army, uncomplainingly and cheerfully performing the duties of the humble soldier, with little hope of promotion, where intelligence, ability, and daring were so common, were men " True as the knights of story, Sir Launcelot and his peers." And these humble privates, no less than their leaders, deserve to be honored. It was Jackson's line of Virginians, rather than Jackson himself, that resembled a stone wall standing on the plains of Manassas while the storm of battle hissed and hurled and thundered around them ; and, if I mention the name of Jackson rather than that of the ruddy-faced boy who fell, pierced through the brain, and was buried, on one of Virginia's hills, in a lonely grave, over which to-day the tangled, wild weeds, are growing, it is not because the one was mure heroic than the other, but because Jackson, by his great prominence, more fully embodies before the eyes of the world the patriotism and courage and heroism that glowed no less brightly and steadily in the heart of the beardless boy. These noble qualities, possessed by both and displayed by each as his ability and position permitted, bind them together in my thought, not as officer and private, but as fellow-soldiers and brother patriots. Exalted virtue, like deepest shame, ever obliterates rank and brings men into a common brotherhood. As my mind recalls the persons and events of those years in which the Con- federacy struggled for life, there rises before me the majestic figure of the great southern chief — the peerless soldier and the stainless gentlemen; the soldier who was cool, calm, and self possessed in the presence of every danger, and who, with marvellous foresight and skill, planned masterly campaigns, directed the march of war, ruled the storm of battle, and guided his men to victory on many a well-fought field ; the gentleman who was as pure as a falling snowflake, as gentle as an evening zephyr, as tender as the smile of a flower, and as patient as the rock-ribbed mountain. I need not name him, for his name is written in ever-enduring letters on the heart of the South, and honored throughout the civilized world. Around him I see a company of intrepid leaders, whose achievements have surrounded their names with 18 a glory which outshines the lustre of coronets and crowns. I would not pluck one leaf from the laurel with which the) are garianded. I would, if I could, lift to a still higher note and sing in still loftier strains the pseaDS that are chanted in their praise. But I see also the men whom those noble captains led — men unswerving in their devotion to a noble purpose, self-forgetful in their fidelity to what they saw to be right, and sublimely self-denying and self-sacrificing in their adherence to the cause they espoused ; men who loved their country with a love stronger than the love of life, and with no thought of compensation beyond that country's freedom and honor and safety, bravely toiled and suffered and endured, and gave their bodies to be torn by shot and shell, and poured out their blood like water to the thirsty ground. I see the battle-scared soldiers and sailors of the Confederacy, and, with uncovered head and profoundest reverence, I bow before those dauntless heroes, feeling that, if the greatest suffering with the least hope of reward is worthy of the highest honor, they deserve to stand shoulder to shoulder with Lee and his lieutenants in the brotherhood of glory. They are honored by all the true and brave who have heard the story of their valiant struggle. Courageous self-sacrifice, resulting from honest conviction of duty, touches an answering chord in all manly hearts. The heroic soul greets all heroes as kindred spirits, whether they are found fighting by its side or levelling lance against it. It is the narrow, ungenerous, and selfish soul that can find nothing to admire in the courage, devotion, and heroism of its enemies. Hence the northern writers who have disparaged and ridiculed the valor and devotion of the southern troops have shown themselves to be wanting in true nobility. In vain have they sought to dim the fame of the Confederate warriors. That fame will emblaze the pages of history when they and all that they have written shall have perished from the memory of man. " Though the earth Forgets her empires with a just decay, The enslavers and the enslaved, their death and birth ; The high, the mountain majesty of worth Should be, and shall, survivor of its woe, And from its immortality lock forth Into the sun's face, like yonder Alpine snow, Imperiskably pure above all things below." Yes the high, majestic worth of the Confederate soldiers and sailors shall be "survivor of its woe,'" and, surviving, shall help to lift the world into higher life. Although they were defeated, their struggle was not in vain. In the world's life, wrong has often triumphed for a season. There have been many times of oppression, when human rights were trampled in the dust by despotic power and the hopes of men seemed dead. But the student of history will find that every chaos has been followed by a cosmos. The agony and sweat and tears and blood of every age have brought forth a new and better era. " Step by step since time began We see the steady gain of man." 19 And reasoning from what has been to what shall he, I believe that not in vain were the battles, and not in vain was the fall of those who battled and fell under the banner of the Confederacy. Having by their glorious deeds woven a crown of laurel for the brow of the South that drew to her the admiring mind of the world, by their fall they entwined in that crown the cypress leaves that draw to her the sympathizing heart of the world. The land in which we live is dearer to our hearts since it has been hallowed by their sacrifices and watered with their blood. Though dead, they speak, admonishing us to prove ourselves worthy of kinship with them, by being heroes in peace, as they were heroes in war. In our country "the war-drum throbs no longer and the battle-flags are furled." The quiet stars that thirty years ago looked down on sentinelled camps of armed men, resting for the morrow's conflict — " midst flame, and smoke, And shout and groan and sabre-stroke, And death-shots falling thick and fast, now look down night after night on quiet homes, where the sleepers, disturbed bv no call to arms, peacefully slumber until singing birds wake them to the bloodies labors of a new-born day. Fields that thirty years ago were clouded by the smoke of battle and trampled by charging thousands, and torn by the hoof-beats of the war-horse, and ploughed by the shot of cannon, and drenched with the blood c£ dead and mangled men, are now enriched by tillage and contributing their fruits to sustain the life and increase the prosperity of the people," " Peace folds her wings oe'r hill and valley." But peace, as well as war, demands of us high devotion and unswerving loyalty. If, with peace, we have decay of patriotism and loss of virtue, and the triumph of private over public interests, and' the sacrifice of law and justice to secure partisan ends — if, with peace, we have the accumulation of wealth at the cost of the country's welfare and the honest manhood of its citizens, our peace must prove but the downward path to ruin in which so many nations, once great and prosperous, have been swallowed up. Better far the desolations and horrors of war than such peace. From such peace- — peace joined with corruption and enjoyed at the expense of true and noble manhood — the soldiers and sailors of the Confederacy, speaking through this monument of their self-sacrificing and heroic devotion, shall help to save our land. Their spirits, glory crowned, hover over us and beckon us on in the paths of patriotism and honor. Their example bids us nobly live for the principles for which they bravely fought and died — the principles of State sovereignty and home rule on which this government was wisely founded by our fathers, with- out which no vast territory like ours can possibly remain democratic, departure from which is rapidly hurrying the country to a choice between anarchy and imperialism, and return to which is essential to the preservation of the life of the republic. In the fourteenth century, when the sturdy sons of Switzerland confronted their Austrian oppressors at Sempach, Arnold von Winkelried, commending his family to the care of his countrymen and crying, " Make way for liberty," rushed forward with outstretched hands, and, gathering an armful of spears into his own breast, made an opening in the seemingly impenetrable line of the enemy, through which 20 his comrades forced their way to victory. Thus falling in the cause of liberty, he won imperishable fame, and liis deed, immortalized in song, has awakened noble and generous emotions and nurtured the love of freedom in the hearts of millions. So shall the story of the men who battled for the Confederacy go down through the ages, kindling the tires of patriotism and devotion to the principles of free government in the hearts of generations to come. " Thinking of the mighty dead, The young from slothful couch will start, And vow with lifted hands outspread, Like them, to act a noble part." And so — "The graves of the dead, with the grass overgrown, May yet jDrove the foot-stool of liberty's throne." Respectfully submitted, John Cussons, T. W. Sydnor, John Murphy, Committee. 2] 1 t/f Should old acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance, be forgot, And the days of old lang-syne? > M EM wti