2. z U tfHiiMMiiiimmim i iinmmn Z ► REPORT OF THE PROCEEDINGS of ||f$t iitpro, FIRST THREE MEETINGS, Huit»tett2fe, Hfcst Yirgraia, ^sm^r 22h mtu 28fr, 1870, Ift^Kng, Hfcst Ttvtfm ©th 19i§ aft 20% 1871. Harbita, ®&fo, jfegtfcmfy 19% 1879. W77W CONSTITUTION AND BY-LAWS OF THE SOCIETY. CINCINNATI: Peter G. Thomson, Publisher, 179 Vine Street, h i flrf t f h ffr i 'ft < f > iftft ft ^ ft i ' ft < ft ift ft ft j ft ift ft ff j ft i ft ■ ' ft ift ft ft rf t rft i * ftiMh ft i ft ft ft t f > it ti l ti i tiili HifK ftifiHihil ^ 4: i! < = i : 4 = 4 : 4 i 4 : 4 = 4 = 4: <5 4 • <; 4 : 4: 4s and he is ready still. The darkest day of deadly strife did not see the hour when the returning rebel would not have been received with joyous hospitality in the camps of the Union. And now, after the battle has been lost and the victory won, surely the erring brother will be met a f least half way, in any measures calculated to restore peace, harmony and good fellowship. But two conditions to an enduring peace and cordial fellowship must be required. No true reconciliation is possible except upon the basis of unquestioned nationality and universal and practical justice. It is a proper subject of pride and congratulation with you to-day, that one who shared with you the incidents of your service in the field, has been made the conspicuous instrument, not only of upholding with a firm hand all for which you fought, but at the same time, of manifesting that spirit of charity and good will which has always prevailed among you towards your brethren of the South. His patriotic and unpartisan con- duct in this regard, his measures of practical reform and honest adminis- tration in all departments of the government, his modest devotion, at all times, to the right for the sake of the right, have shown to all candid persons that Rutherford B. Hayes is not the mere head of a party, but the President of the Nation. And this is just what you who knew him, had reason to expect of him. My comrades : Fourteen years have come and gone since we put off the blue uniforms and laid aside the arms we carried through that terrible war. Some of these years, like those of the war itself, have been years of adversity and of gloom. It has been our lot to live in a trying period of our country's history. To each of us these years of our separation The Army of West Virginia. 35 have brought his share of joy and of sorrow ; to all they have been filled with the cares and responsibilities of life. And these have no doubt crowded aside, in great measure, the associations of that time of war, when we knew each other so well. But now, as we trust, in the dawn of a returning prosperity to the country we tried to serve, we meet once more, to take each other by the hand, to live over again, for a day, the old army life, to revive its hallowed memories, and above all, to remem- ber and to honor those, sleeping perhaps on yonder mountain-side, who came not back with us from the war. Shall we ever forget those, of blessed memory, who marched with us the weary day, who gathered with us about the camp-fire, and shared with us the old army blanket, as "nightly we pitched our roving tents," from the clear waters of New River to the banks of the Shenandoah ? What kind of friendships are formed by the touch of shoulder to shoulder in front of a determined foe, and in the service of a cause that is just, none but the soldier can know, though for a soldier is hard to say. Born of that mutual trust and dependence which springs from common perils and hardships, they are controlled by no differences of rank or position. The presence here of the distinguished officer under whose command it was your good fortune to serve, and at whose instance this meeting was in great part arranged, attests that the honors so justly conferred upon him have not dimmed the ardor of his attachment to the volunteers he used to lead. He has given many other evidences of his interest in those who fol- lowed his skillful leadership during the civil war, and I am sure there are none of the Army of West Virginia to whom the name of George Crook will not always be a welcome sound. His arduous devotion to the thorough discharge of duty, and his cheerful readiness to endure with his command all that he required of them, to which we can testify, and the more difficult and perilous service since performed, have fully merited the promotions which his country has bestowed. I cannot undertake to express the pleasure it gives us to meet him to-day. And while it is my inestimable privilege to greet you all most cordially, I know that you will agree with me that we take peculiar pleasure in the presence of a certain delegation of your number. For years before the war the mountain-tops of Western Virginia were lighted here and there with the fires of freedom. The soil of that mountain region was never meant to be tilled by any but a free people ; nor was the 36 Proceedings of the Society op patriotic spirit which there happily abounded, content to be confined to the limits of a single commonwealth, 'of howsoever proud and venerable ancestry. And so it was that when Sumter's gun told of the deadly attack upon the nation which their fathers had done so much to found, there assembled from the hills and valleys of that region, hosts of valiant sons for her defense. And it was most fitting that one of the early results of the struggle which followed should be the birth of a new State, the first reclaimed to liberty. Over all the appeals to State and ancestral pride, over all the cherished family ties and in the face of a powerful local prejudice, the patriotism of her sons prevailed, and the new State in Virginia, with the proud motto of freedom inscribed upon her banner, was added to the Union, a most valuable equivalent for the old, which had so cause- lessly gone. And it was also fitting that, greatly under the inspiration and direction of an Ohio governor and an Indiana governor, the sons of Ohio and of Indiana, should march promptly to her protection. The consequence was that the new born State sent to the National army nearly thirty-three thousand of as good soldiers as ever stepped to the music of the Union ; soldiers by whose side you were glad to stand when battle opened; and commanders too, whom you were proud to follow. Justice requires me to add that the efficiency of those troops was not impaired by the presence of goodly numbers of " Ohio men," who helped to fill their ranks. We remember something of what it cost many of these sons of Virginia to follow their country's flag. They came amid the jeers and scoffs of old friends and neighbors, sometimes by the light of the torch which fired their own dwellings ; and they often returned to find their land desolate and their homes in ashes. To any of these who may be here we extend an unfeigned welcome. And now, my comrades, you will have to consider to-day the best means of preserving your war memories, and how best to collect and record the facts of your history as an army. Doubtless you have something of a duty to perform in this way. Other corps have given considerable attention to such things, and have collected and put in durable form records which it would be impossible for those not witnesses of the occurrences to make. In the achievements of these corps we have a just pride. Their victories are our victories; their defeats are our defeats. In their successes we rejoice ; in our failures they have no cause for shame. From Scarey to Cedar Creek— and through Cedar Creek — the record of this army was one of modest but gallant devotion to hard and perilous duty. The importance of West Virginia as a field for military operations The Army of West Virginia. 37 was seen at once, and while a sentimental neutrality which prevailed in some quarters, threatened for a time the safety of the Ohio border, thanks to the activity of the people of the border, to whom neutrality was a perilous folly, the influence of the State governments of Ohio and Indiana was brought to bear and the danger averted. The Confederacy speedily threw into the mountains some of her best troops, under her most skillful officers; but the Ohio and Indiana boys were there to meet them, and, chiefly under the skill and energy of one of your first great commanders, Wm. S. Rosecrans, the first victories of the war which cheered the panting heart of the country, were sounded from the Alleghanys. The menacing rebel force was driven east of the mountains, and, owing to the continued presence and watchfulness of this army, the Ohio valley never saw the war except at one or two points in the flying visits of John Morgan and his men. The service you had to perform was a hard one, involving tedious and often unfruitful marches through a difficult region, often with a scant supply and with the annoyance of an inglorious guerilla warfare. This wearisome service of yours is for the most part unknown except to your- selves. But ask Crook what a portion of this army did at Lewisburg and at Cloyd Mountain; ask Cox how the old Kanawha Division behaved at South Mountain and Antietam ; ask Sheridan where the Army of West Virginia was at Opequan, at Fisher's Hill and all through that great high- way of battle — the Shenandoah valley ; ask Rosecrans what the Turchin Brigade did on Chickamauga's bloody field, or Grant as to her behavior in the grand assault on Mission Ridge, under the great Thomas; and ask Sherman as to the conduct of the Lightburn Brigade from Vicksburg to Atlanta, and from Atlanta to the sea. Whenever called to such service as this the troops of your corps showed a metal of which they have no reason to be ashamed. It is due to you and to your children, as well as to the country, that this record be preserved. We may, however, expect that, although the abundance of pride we used to have in regiment, corps and army, served a most useful purpose, and was not to be thought lightly of, the years as they go by and carry us farther away from the great and exciting events of which we were wit- nesses, will enable us to take a more general view of the war itself and to form a juster estimate of the part we had in it; that hereafter we shall not think so much about the particular regiment or corps with which we happened to serve — between which there was not so much difference after all — but more of those who stood — and those who fell — by our side, of the great principles upon which the war was fought, and of its grand results. 38 Proceedings of the Society of Shall we be able to honor our dead comrades more than by honoring the cause in which they fought? Not by massive monuments, nor by mere laudatory speech shall we honor them; but rather by living, each for himself, the life of a just and patriotic citizen, with a firm trust that there is a God above, and a faithful people in the land. In the words of the last, immortal victim of that unnatural war — " It is for us, the living, to be dedicated to the unfinished work they so nobly carried on. It is for us to be dedicated to the great task remain- ing before us, that from those honored dead we take increased devotion to the cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion ; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain ; that the nation shall, under God, have a new birth of freedom ; and that the government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth." General W. H. Enochs was called to respond, which he did in a brief and pleasant manner. He spoke of the heroic deeds of the Army of West Virginia at Cloyd Mountain, Carter Farm, Opequan, Fisher's Hill, and other hard fought battles. He thought that no more gallant deeds were performed by any army than by the Army of West Virginia. Governor Dennison being present, was called upon and made a short but interesting address, expressing his gratifi- cation in meeting with so many of the survivors of the Army of West Virginia, and warmly congratulating them on the valuable services they and their gallant comrades rendered the country. He referred to the organization of West Virginia as a State, and his connection as governor of Ohio with that interesting event, and related some entertaining incidents of the time. The governor closed with a reference to the patriotic history of Marietta. General Hickenlooper, of the 5th Ohio Light Artillery, was called for and made a few brief and patriotic remarks. General Crook was called for, and on coming forward he said that on occasions of this kind*, he was sorry that he The Army of West Virginia. 39 had spent so much of his time on the frontier, as it had made it impossible for him to express his feelings before such a gathering. He was greeted with tremendous ap- plause. The morning session then adjourned. AFTERNOON. The society was called to order by the chairman at two o'clock. REPORTS OF COMMITTEES. Colonel M. S. Hall, chairman of the committee on permanent organization, reported the Constitution and By-Laws adopted at Wheeling, October 20, 1871, and by resolution the report was adopted. The committee on time and place of next meeting, through Colonel Geo. W. Taggart, chairman, reported in favor of Parkersburg, West Virginia, as the place, and September 22d, 1880, as the time. On motion this report was adopted. Captain F. C. Gibbs, from the committee on nomina- tion of officers, made the following report: FOR OFFICERS OF THE SOCIETY. PRESIDENT. General George Crook VICE-PRESIDENTS. Colonel G. W. Taggart, General B. F. Coates, Major Jewett Palmer. RECORDING SECRETARY. General W. H. Enochs. 40 Proceedings of the Society of CORRESPONDING SECRETARY. General R. P. Kennedy. TREASURER. Captain R. B. Taylor. General Enochs declined; stating that he was a law- yer and could not write, and nominated Captain Charles B. Smith, of Parkersburg, who was elected. General Kennedy declined, and nominated General Enochs, who was elected unanimously. The committee's report, as so amended, was thereupon adopted, and the officers elected accordingly. Colonel R. L. Nye, Colonel Geo. W. Taggart and Colonel M. S. Hall were appointed to select an orator for next year. General R. P. Kennedy was then introduced as orator of the day, and delivered the following eloquent and patriotic address: ADDRESS OF GENERAL KENNEDY. My Fellow Soldiers and Fellow Citizens : — Some one has beauti- fully said that a "great artist who desired to embody his idea of ' thought ' in the solid marble, so that it should carry the name and fame of his genius down through the centuries, selected for his subject not the states- man, building the structure of the republic upon the ruins of parties and empires; not the philosopher, calmly reasoning from the garnered wisdom of the past ; nor yet the alchemist, taking from nature what she has, and making from nature what she never had before ; but rather the soldier, his sword sheathed, his helmet laid aside, his banner furled, calmly con- templating the liberty and peace his arms had won." Why not? In every age and every clime he has been the central figure of history ; the eloquence of Peter the Hermit would have availed little without the soldiery bearing of Lorraine and Tancred. The Army of West Virginia. 41 The fiery enthusiasm of Luther, and the eloquence of Melancthon would have borne little fruit without further aid from the sword of William the Silent. ^ The impassioned appeals of Philip of Mornay, for religious liberty, would have been lost upon the winds but for the plume of Navarre. The counsel of John of Barneveld would have been weakness itself without the sword of Prince Maurice. The earnestness of Patrick Henry, and the boldness of Adams, still required the death of Warren and the grandeur of Washington. The prudence of Seward and the wisdom of Lincoln needed the aid and perseverence of Grant and the dash of Phil. Sheridan. So through every age and every clime we see grand forms like William the Silent, and Coligny, and Washington, standing like mighty mile stones of the centuries, pointing the way for the advancing progress of civil and religious liberty. The soldier who battles in a righteous cause, who wages war, not for power and oppression, but for liberty of person, of conscience, and of mankind, is doing that which tends not alone to his personal glory, but adds to the sum of human happiness, and leaves the world the better for his having lived in it. It is true every soldier may not have achieved the fullest measure of human greatness, but he has done his part well who has performed the duty falling to his lot, and has failed in nothing which came within the grasp of his opportunities. The homage paid the great and successful General is after all but praise and plaudit for the soldiers 'whose valor and devotion won his vic- tories. To-day every loyal heart in the nation thrills with pride, and every soldier feels a sense of personal exaltation as he sees every civilized nation on the face of the globe doing honor to our most distinguished citizen, and our greatest soldier, than whom none so fully represents the citizen soldier of America, as the silent man of the century, Ulysses S. Grant. But this is a. day of peace, not of war; an hour of tender memories, not one stirred by the sound of battles. The years go by, and farther and farther off we hear the sound of the receding conflict. We are fast losing the personal histories of the war, and slowly but surely it is taking its place, marked only by its great battles, its great conflicts, its great leaders, upon the pages of an eternal and never ending history. The young men who took part in it are growing old; the old men who survived it are passing away ; the stories of the camp, the field and the battle are told at fewer firesides by old veterans, and the locks of younger 42 Proceedings of the Society of heroes are turning grey ; but a few years and the roll call of death will leave but a scattered remnant of the grandest army that ever battled for human liberty. Theirs was a battle not for aggrandizement and power, not for sub- jugation and conquest, but for the preservation of the liberties of a race, and though the conflict was long and fierce, and determined, and often doubtful, the end was then as it must always be, a triumph of liberty over anarchy, of law and order over dissension and strife. When the gate- ways of the future shall have received the last remnant of that shattered army, and the final roll call shall have been answered by the veterans of three hundred battles, there will still remain the memory of their devotion and valor ; there will still remain the peace and security won by their arms ; there will still remain the Nation preserved by their lives, and the liberty made sacred by their deaths. Every battle field that was trampled by the contending armies is but one of the mile-stones of the century to mark the advancing progress of liberty. Every camp that was whitened by the tents of your patriot soldiery is but a landmark that witnesses the devotion and the valor of your sons. Every patriot grave that grows green under the burning suns of the South is but the fire that in after ages will light up and enkindle the flame of patriotism in every loyal heart of the land. When the clouds of a threatened danger overshadowed your land, and the bursting storm of war rolled with fearful menace along your borders, the hearts of your sons, and the spirit of your daughters, inspired by a ove of home, by devotion to country and to liberty, came from firesides unused to danger, from homes unused to peril, and with quivering lip and tearful eyes, looked back, but for a moment, to signal a farewell, or to wave a good-by, as they went forth into the contest that was to end only in the destruction of the nation or the preservation of its unity. It was not a struggle for conquest and power, but the determined effort of a people to preserve their nation, and to maintain its liberty. The struggle was long continued, and often desperate, but there was neither sign of faltering nor want of purpose. From a nation of freemen unused to war and battles, we had become a nation whose most familiar weapon was the bayonet, and whose battle- fields were the meeting places of giant armies, contending for the mastery. On one side it was caste and prejudice seeking to en- slave itself and keep others enslaved; on the other it was an en- lightened and determined intelligence that was striving to preserve its freedom, and to make broader and freer the liberty intended for all mankind. On the one side it was ignorance and prejudice striving The Army of West Virginia. 43 to retain the mastery of the century ; on the other it was the enlightened intelligence of a new era striving to burst from the chains and fetters which had been holding it captive, so that its light might shine over all the earth. The end of the contest was then, as it must always be, a triumph of liberty over slavery, of intelligence over ignorance and prejudice. Death was to follow that the nation might live, oppresion that the people might have liberty, and war that the people might have peace. Then came old men, heroes of other wars, grey-haired veterans, who had heard from their fathers the story of the nation's birth. Then came the stripling, tender in years, but full of hope and promise, who bore with him the tender imprint of a sister's kiss, and the prayers and memory of a mother's love. From every fireside, from every home, from the humblest to the highest, came men who were ready to throw themselves into the contest, determined that the experiment of human freedom, planted and watered in the wilderness, and grown to a tree whose branches overshadowed the people of all the land, should not be cut down and destroyed without a struggle for its defense. Every heart made an offering ; the mother sent her fair-haired boy, and in the quiet of her closet, upon bended knees, consecrated him with prayers and tears to her God and her country. The sister sent a brother, and gave him, as he left, the tender pledge of a sister's love. The grey-haired father sent a son, and with bowed head and bursting heart sent after him the blessing he could not speak. The wife gave a husband, and crowd- ing back her sobs and tears, bid him "God speed," as together they kissed the sleeping little ones, only to burst into an agony of grief as she saw him go out of sight forever. It was the parting at firesides never to be reunited. It was the breaking of households never again to be joined. The wife who had given her all, was to put on the darkness of mourning. The mother, who had made an offering of her eldest as well as her youngest, was to greet them only in the paleness of death. The maiden whose lover had gone forth with the promise of return, was to be widowed at heart before she had knelt at the altar a bride. "And I saw a phantom army come, With never a sound of fife or drum, But keeping time to a throbbing hum Of wailing and lamentation. The martyred heroes of Malvern Hill, Of Gettysburg and Chancellorsville, The men whose wasted figures fill The patriot graves of the nation. 44 Proceedings of the Society of "And there came the nameless dead — the men Who perished in fever, swamp and fen — The slowly starved of the prison pen ; And marching beside the others Came the dusky martyrs of Pillow's fight, With limbs enfranchised and bearing bright, I thought, perhaps 'twas the pale moonlight, They looked as white as their brothers. "And so all night the nation's dead, With never a banner over them spread, Nor a badge, nor a motto brandished, No mark save the bare uncovered head Of the silent bronze Reviewer. With never an arch save the vaulted sky, With never a flower save those that lie On the distant graves — for love could buy No gift that was purer or truer." I would that I could call back to-day, so that it might pass in grand review before you, that army with its ranks filled, its lines of battle unbroken, its columns reformed, the graves of every battle field emptied of their patriot dead, the foul prison pens with their gates standing wide open, the dead of the hospital, and the fever stricken thousands who lie buried under the burning suns of the South, and as they moved in grand procession before you, I would point to their wounds, to their scars, to their blistered feet, to their haggard faces and starved bodies, that told of Andersonville and Belle Isle, and I would ask you, have these men died in vain ? Is the liberty which was purchased at such a cost but an idle boast, and a liberty only in name ? Is the nation that cost all this sacri- fice, all this blood, all these tears, standing after all upon a foundation of sand? Is treason to be regarded with as much favor as loyalty? Are you to strew flowers with equal love and tenderness upon the grave of one who battled for the destruction of your nation as upon the grave of one who died for its preservation ? Can you hold in the same kindly remembrance the dead rebel and the dead patriot ? Can you forget the long years of suffering, years of suspense, when you saw your country hanging in the balance and the lives of your bravest and best offered as a sacrifice for its salvation ? Can you forget the boy that went out from your fireside and never came back again ? When you can do this, liberty will have lost its glory, and your nation will have lost its liberty. While I am ready to forgive our enemies, I do not think we are called upon either directly, or indirectly, to recognize or honor the cause for The Army of West Virginia. 45 which they fought; it is enough that we are ready to extend the hand of friendship, and to cover with the mantle of charity and forgetfulness the crimes of the past. To me the boy in blue will ever be dearer than the boy in gray. I cannot forget that the one was battling for the liberty of a nation, and that his blood preserved it; and that the other was seeking to tear down and destroy that nation and to rob it of its liberties; that the one gave his life that a great nation might live and its liberty be transmitted to genera- tions unborn; that the other died seeking to rivet the chains of human bondage, and to blot from the face of the earth a nation dedicated to human liberty. You may strew your roses where you will, but as for me, I shall plant no roses upon the grave of a dead rebel! J will put mine only upon the grave of the boy in blue. Benedict Arnold would have sold his country, and his name goes down through the centuries loaded with infamy. Jefferson Davis would have destroyed his country, and history will put his name side by side with that of Benedict Arnold. Treason can never outrival loyalty. The one represents all that is bad and dangerous in society, the other represents the strength and security of the nation. One gathers into its fold the wicked and the dangerous, the other marshals under its banners the hosts who believe in the virtue, the purity, the intelligence and the free- dom of the people. When the name of every rebel leader shall have been forgotten, or be remembered only for his crimes, the names of the great loyalists who, from the beginning of the government to this hour have by their labors and lives, added to its greatness, will be growing greater and greater. When Lee, and Beauregard and Toombs, and Davis will be remembered only that they may be pointed out as the leaders of a great crime, so that the children of the centuries to come may not follow their examples, the names of Washington and Lincoln, of Grant and Phil Sheridan, of Sherman and McPherson, of Hayes and Crook, of Mans- field and Thomas, will be handed down from century to century, crowned with the garlands of a greatful people's remembrance. To me patriotism means something — disloyalty means something. In the one, I see the fidelity that clings with a devotion that courts death and scorns life, to the liberty that God ,has given us, to the nation that was founded that all might be free ; in the other I see the madness that would drive to destruction a people whose only hope of safety is in the broad sunlight of universal liberty. In the one, I see the strength that comes of unity, and that would build upon the strong foundations of the republic a temple dedicated to the freedom of all mankind ; in the other I see the weakness that would follow division and strife, the dangers that would 46 Proceedings of the Society of surround a divided and broken household. In the one, I see law and order, walking hand in hand, giving security and peace; in the other I see anarchy and ruin, twin sisters of destruction, stalking over the dead and prostrate form of liberty. We may be more than human, and may forgive the prodigal who comes in sackcloth, and repentant; but is it not asking too much that we shall take back the prodigal and clothe him in the best robe, who comes boasting of his prodigality, and assuming the role of the injured and inso- lent master, instead of a repentant son ? We may be pardoned if smart- ing from the wounds and injuries we have received at his hands, we some- times think that the diet of husks should have continued to repentance, or that the bayonets and balls of our armies should have scourged him back to a loyalty that would have been neither doubtful nor hesitating. When we look over the nation and find disloyalty rampant, and treason not crushed, but seemingly triumphant, we may for a moment doubt the just- ness of our cause; but "though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small." Liberty will not perish; at the proper hour, guided by a hand omnipotent, the gateways to national safety will open, dis- closing the pathway to national prosperty, to power, to peace, and to universal liberty. We may look back and see the rock of slavery, upon which the vessel of the republic was likely to be dashed to pieces, but in the very storm itself the rock of danger disappeared, and the morning sunlight showed only the bow of promise ! We may see the dark hours when every loyal heart in the nation was despondent, when it seemed as if the final overthrow was near ; it was but the darkness that preceeded the morning that was to give to America universal liberty. But we are told that we must forget the past, that we must "let our dead past bury its dead " — that these anniversaries but serve to embitter the hearts of the living. One of the grandest sentences in the English language, one that deserves to become, like the fame of its author, immortal ; one that speaks volumes of love and charity, is that of the martyred Lincoln: "WITH MALICE TOWARD NONE, WITH CHARITY FOR ALL." It is the brave who can afford to be generous. It is the conqueror who shows mercy to his fallen foe, that has won a double victory. While we are ready to forgive our enemies, we are not ready to recognize their errors as virtues, nor to hail as martyrs and patriots the men who strove to tear down and destroy our liberties ; neither are we The Army of West Virginia. 47 ready to forget the great principles for which we sacrificed so much, nor the men, whether living or dead, who were true to our country when she needed defenders ; nor yet can we forget the past. Can you forget the story of your marches and sieges ? Can you blot out from your memory the years that are endeared to you by reason of their dangers, or the memories of your dead comrades? Can you in a moment forget your long years of battle, years of suspense, when you saw your country hang- ing in the balance and the lives of your bravest and best offered as a sacrifice for its salvation ? Can you forget the heroic devotion of that army of martyred dead, which neither hesitated nor halted until chal- lenged by the sentinel. Death? Can you forget the tender love that, while it clings to you with a wife's or sister's, or mother's devotion, would have blushed with shame to see you falter in your duty to your country ? There is no need to forget the past. Its hallowed memories are implanted in our hearts and serve to make dearer to us the nation for which our comrades fell, the liberty for which they perished. But while we meet here this day, let us not forget that silent army, whose tents are folded, whose flags are furled, whose arms are stacked, whose battles are over, and who " fought where they fell, and fell where they fought ;" who have answered the challenge of death with the pass- word of eternity, and who ever quietly sleep on those far off battle fields. " In that low, green tent Whose curtain never outward swings." Then we recall that long and fearful struggle, as year after year passed away, and the end seemed to us no nearer than in the beginning ; battle succeeded battle ; campaign followed campaign ; army after army was swept away by the never-failing and ever-attending monster, Death. Households were made desolate, fire-sides were thrown into the shadow of mourning; the shouts of the victors were mingled with cries of the wounded, and with the sound of the battle came the moan of the widow and the tears of the orphan. Then every sister lost a brother, every father lost a son, every sweetheart lost a lover, every mother lost a boy whose image was graven upon her heart. We remember with what painful emotion the news of battle was received in those times that not only tried men's, but tried women's souls as well. What of the dead ? What of the wounded ? What of the living? It was the bated breath that made the inquiry, it was the fainting heart and the trembling soul that waited for the response ; and who can tell the anguish of the stricken heart that too frequently had builded its hopes of safety only to have them dashed down to despair. Who can 48 Proceedings of the Society of tell the depths of a sister's love, that had hoped against hope, and had vainly endeavored to persuade herself that the evil hour would never come; who can tell the measure of a mother's boundless love, hearing the story of the death of her son, and with a smile of joy that shines through her tears, she is thankful at least to know that he has died as her boy should die, and hiding her broken heart from the world, she goes to her closet, and there she pours it out in one sublime, and grand, and trusting prayer that goes to the Comforter that sustains the widowed and orphaned, and gives peace to the stricken and childless heart. The war was over. From three hundred battle fields the men who had rescued the nation from peril, and whose deeds are of record in letters of fire and of blood, are coming home to lay aside the implements of war and follow the pleasanter paths of peace; they come with banners all torn and tattered, covered all over with the record of their battles and their contests. The ranks are thin and scattered ; they have left their bravest and best upon the far off battle fields of the nation. Never before did vic- torious armies so quietly lay down their arms— the men who had studied the art of warfare in the Virginias and the Carolinas, who had seen the dangers and the terrors of battle, came back to look for the peace their arms and valor had won. The hand that had held the musket now grasped the plow ; the trooper who had, without fear of death, led the charge, went back to his anvil ; the soldier whose courage had so aided in the hour of victory put on the livery of peace. It was the triumph of liberty over anarchy ; it was the triumphs of intelligence and progress, over dissension and strife ; at every fireside sits a hero — at every hearth- stone the stories of the field, the camp and the battle are told. You would scarcely be able to look over this vast but peaceful assem- blage and pick out its warriors, and yet there are here to-day the heroes of more than three hundred battles. What grand figures stand out from these old battle fields ! Yonder you can see the form of McPherson, with a smile upon his lips, as he goes down to battle and death. There, amidst the clouds is Hooker. Here is Thomas, the grandest in form, as he was the grandest in character and action, whose whole life was the continued ripening of its early promise. There white-haired old Mansfield, splendid old soldier of the republic, whose wish to die upon the battle field, with his harness on, found its fulfillment at Antietam. Yonder at Winchester is George Crook, quiet, preservering, determined, fighting for the victory his valor must win. There, dashing down the valley, we still see Phil Sheridan, grand soldier that he was, riding to the field of victory, and with whip and boot and spur, dashing on to immortal fame. The Army of West Virginia. 49 And on these storm-beaten, shot-plowed fields, the quiet thousands who went to death unfalteringly, leaving behind the memory of a name, and the record of a duty done ; grand heroes whose battles are over, and who have answered the challenge of death with the pass-word of eternity. We may challenge history to produce if it can such examples of devotion and patriotism. I think I do no injustice to the living, and no wrong to the dead, when I say there is one name about which the hearts of a loyal people cling with a love and tenderness that has no equal ; one name that, so long as history endures, will remain radiant with light and kberty; one name that will go down the pathway of fame, leaving at every turning point the light of its genius, and the spirit of its love and tenderness; one name that, in after ages will be the light that beams upon, and the finger that points the road to liberty ; the name that to our children will be the synonym for all that was good and great in mankind. Here and there we see rising through the century grand forms like Washington, and Warren, and Thomas, and McPherson, wonderful examples of heroic devotion to country and to duty. But there is one name, perhaps, more closely akin to us, because of our day and genera- tion, that lights up the fire of the eye, and enkindles the warmth of the heart, and that will remain throughout all time as the purest example of the christian statesman, the firm friend, the true patriot, and the honest man against whom the breath of slander and the darts of envy were sent in vain, the name of the mechanic, the laborer, the lawyer, the scholar, the statesman, and the man — Abraham Lincoln. No name will ever rival his in the history of the country, because never again will such an opportunity arise to call forth from the people such a man. He was a man of firmness and yet his firmness was always tempered with mercy. Quick in action and yet slow enough to do justice to all mankind, he was endowed with wisdom to grasp the measure of the age, and to mete out upon every hand the full measure of equal and exact justice. No principle too great for him to grasp. No appeal too small to receive his earnest consideration. We find him always the grand statesman, the prudent chief magis- trate, the honest man. He has given us the example of some of the greatest actions and left us some of the noblest sentences in the English language. When the centuries shall go by, his name and fame made dear and sacred by his martyred death, will be revered as that of no other Ameri- can. 50 Proceedings of the Society of But what of our patriot dead ? Do you read cold marble to learn their histories? It cannot tell you how, in the midst of conflict, their lives went out ; it cannot tell you how, in the heat of battle, with their last thoughts of home, and a tender prayer for loved ones, the spirits of these brothers, and husbands and sons took their immortal flights; it can- not tell you how, in the hospital, suffering from sickness and wounds, with patient tenderness they slowly passed from the battles of life to the eternal camping grounds beyond ; it cannot tell you how, in prison pens starved and fevered, slowly but surely they moved down to the dead- line of fitful and persistent fate; it cannot tell you how, in the last moments of life, their thoughts turned to the wives and little ones from whom they had parted in the flush of manhood. Cold and whitened stones can tell no stories of war and battles, can give no histories of valor and devotion. Such memories are to the living. They come like the tender falling of the leaves in autumn to the memory through the years gone by ; we see again the smoke of the battle, we hear again the roar of the artillery, the clash of arms; again we see the embattling hosts in the midst of the clouds on Lookout; again we see the faltering, struggling lines at Gettysburg ; again we see slowly moving columns at Peach-tree Creek ; again we hear the shout of victory along the lines at Atlanta ; again we see the flash of the bayonets in the winter sunlight as they move up the hill at Nashville; again we see the boys in blue, grand old veterans of a hundred battles, — " the men who charged heavenward as if grim Mission Ridge With its arches of fire were the piers of a bridge Somebody has built to the gates of the sky. And they were bound to go up without waiting to die." At the reunion of my old regiment, the 23d Ohio, I saw standing on the corner of the platform, the old banner of the regiment, all torn and tattered ; every stripe was covered with the record of its contests and battles; every star was flashing with a victory ; never but once did it bow its proud head in the dust to the foe— at the battle of Antietam, after it had gone over moor and fen, plowed fields and fallow, in the front rank of the peril, the old flag went down ; the ball that struck its standard pierced the standard bearer to the heart, and he fell wrapped in the folds of the banner he had loved and borne so well ; it was literally baptized in his blood. You could not sell its tattered remnants in a junk shop for a farthing, and yet you could not buy its glory and history for millions and millions of money. The Army of West Virginia. 51 To you, fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, whose silent sleepers are upon the far distant battle-fields of the nation, is all this sacrifice in vain ? Is liberty nothing, is hope nothing ; shall we count only our loss, and not the great gain and good of mankind? The price of liberty must be paid in the blood of her patriot sons ; the measure of her worth must be in the lives of her dearest kindred. " I have only one regret," said Nathan Hale, " and that is, that I have but one life to offer for my country." You have made a grand sacrifice ; your offering has been laid upon the altar of a common country; your firesides have been left desolate ; your hearthstones have been thrown into the shadow of mourning ; your bravest and tenderest have been taken that this nation might be dedicated to human liberty forever. Can you forget them ? Shall we put away forever the memories of the war ? Shall we permit to sink into forgetfulness their deeds of valor and their acts of heroism ? Shall the grass that grows over them grow so rank that it may hide from sight, and from memory, their last resting places ? When liberty is not worth the purchase, when the human heart for- gets its tenderness, when the mother's love grows cold, when the sister's devotion is no longer known, then we may forget them. But so long as history tells its story ; so long as fireside chronicles are repeated ; so long as- there shall remain man's admiration for deeds of arms, and love of country, and so long as woman's matchless love endures, these stories will be told at the firesides, at the camp and in the house- holds, and will grow brighter and brighter as the years go by. The boy that went out with a glad "good-bye," and whose lonely grave is to-day without a single flower on the far off battle field has a tender spot in the hearts at home. The quiet sleeper in the Virginias, or the Carolinas, is marshaling a host of tears at many a fireside to-day. So you, fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers : Can you blot from you memories the story of the boy that left your fireside and came not back again ? Can you forget the story of his death, and his last sad message, which even in the fast fleeting moments of life he had not for- gotten to send you? Can you hide away his old musket, which through years of camp and battle, was his constant and faithful companion ? Can you put from your sight forever the blue coat, torn, tattered, it may be, made sacred by the baptism of his blood ? Can you tear up and consign to the flames the letters, not very neat it may be, for they were written on a drum head, which he sent you from his camps in the Virginias 52 Proceedings of the Society of or the Caxolinas? Can you forget the noble promise he made you at parting, and from which he never faltered— a promise he sealed with his blood— to be true to his God and his country? Can you forget the prayers you offered when you had listened to the story of his death, and with Christian resignation had bowed to the will of Him who sees even the sparrows fall, and in hope of a meeting hereafter, can you not say : " E'en for the dead I will not bind My soul to grief — death cannot long divide, For is it not as if the rose had climbed My garden wall, had bloomed the other side ?" Can you indeed pluck from your heart the tender love you bore him? Until you can do this, there will still be memories of the past, memories that will make us tenderer, and truer, and better, that will teach us the value of life, and the beauty of death. The final battles are fought, the contest ended, the victory won, the supremacy of the nation acknowledged from the Potomac to the Rio Grande. Again the star of National destiny is in the ascendant. The doctrine of "States Rights" has been trampled under the feet of contending armies, and the supremacy of the Government has been lifted upon the bayonets of her patriot sons, one land, one people, seeking to preserve a common liberty, and to perpetuate a common heritage. Peace came, and with her universal liberty. «' Thank God, we see on every hand Breast high, the rip'ning grain crop stand ; The orchards bend, the herds increase, But oh ! thank God ! thank God for peace." The beginning of the civil war found four millions of men in bond- age ; for a century Liberty had listened with struggling impatience to the clanking of their chains, and in this supreme hour of her victory she seized the iron hammer of justice and beat off their shackles, and lifted them up, all broken, crushed and bleeding to the plane of universal man- hood. Never before has any nation been so favored as ours— rich in season, fertile in soil, bountiful in harvest, with a strong and determined people ! It sits like a sparkling gem in a setting of ocean, reflecting continually the light and liberty of its people. Upon every side are the ways and means of industry and wealth ; upon either hand the roads to place and power, no man need want who is not afraid to work. No man need starve who is not ashamed to labor. The Army of West Virginia. 53 Shall all this endure? Shall the liberty purchased by the blood of our fathers, and cemented by the blood of our brothers be preserved and . perpetuated ? Shall the nation, founded for the maintenance of religious and civil liberty on this continent remain a blessing to be transmitted to our children and our children's children in all the centuries to come ? It will endure so long as its people remain enlightened enough to love liberty rather than servitude, and powerful enough to remain free- men rather than slaves. The National temple is at last complete, and builded of science, of industry, and ,art ; the stone which the builders rejected— the stone of universal liberty— has at last become the head of the corner. Surely, "God moves in a mysterious way." His plans and His purposes are working continually for the good of mankind. We may mistake them, but in them there is neither weakness, nor error, nor failure. We may doubt the means, and fail to grasp the intentions of the Deity, but in His own good time will come the rain and the sunshine, the grain will ripen for the harvest, and the golden sheaves will fall before the sickle of the Almighty reaper. , " Our father's God, from out whose hand The centuries fall like grains of sand ; * We meet to-day, united, free, And loyal to our land and Thee, To thank Thee for the era done, And trust Thee for the opening one. Oh ! make Thou us, through centuries long. In peace secure, in justice strong. Around our gift of Freedom draw The safeguard of Thy righteous law, And cast in some diviner mould, Let the new Cycle shame the old." After the address a large number of veterans availed themselves of the opportunity to become members of the society. Adjourned until the evening. 54 Proceedings of the Society of EXPERIENCE MEETING. 7:30 P. M. An immense audience assembled at City Hall filling floor and gallery. The band played, and immediately after, the curtain in the rear of the stage was withdrawn dis- closing a life-like tableau of a camp scene at night. It was made more real afterwards when a couple of foragers brought in two live chickens. " Tenting on the Old Camp Ground " came in very appropriately from the band as the tableau was presented. The stage was decorated with flags, some of which had seen army service, and around the platform sat the distinguished personages present during the former ser- vices. Governor Dennison was received with loud cheers. He concurred heartily in the sentiments of the orator of the day and said our volunteer soldiers comprehended the magnitude of the rebellion and its true meaning long before the regulars. He was willing to forgive the repent- ant rebel, but not the unrepentant one. He believed in the Constitution with the amendments. These and similar expressions from him met with loud applause. At the close of his remarks the governor was presented with a bouquet and made an honorary member of the Society of the Army of West Virginia. A quartette, " The Flag of Washington," was then beautifully sung by Miss Curtis, Mrs. Hodkinson and Messrs. Kestermeir and Humphries. The Army of West Virginia. 55 George K. Jenvey, bugler of the 2d West Virginia Cavalry, made a brief and happy speech that was warmly received. After some trouble in getting a singer to lead off, "Johnny Comes Marching Home '' was given, the audi- ence joining in the chorus. Captain Gibbs, of the Light Artillery, then spoke. General Richardson was received with applause. He thought one or two of the previous speakers had mani- fested too much fear the Government would be destroyed. He believed the people would maintain our liberties against every encroachment of our rights, whether it be the separation of States or consolidated power. This was the substance of the first part of his remarks, the last part was rilled by relating some humorous anecdotes of his experience in the war. A solo, "Tenting on the Old Camp Ground, " was sung by Miss Curtis. Colonel W. B. Mason was then introduced and spoke, after which Colonel Nye announced that General Nathan Goff, jr., of Clarksburg, West Virginia, was selected to deliver the oration next year. Mr. George B. Crawford, of Clarksburg, West Vir- ginia, made a few remarks. Three cheers were given the people of Marietta for their kindness during the reunion, and after singing the "Battle Cry of Freedom " the audi- ence dispersed, closing a most enjoyable occasion. 56 Society of the Army of West Virginia. THE FOLLOWING ORGANIZATIONS, AND PROBABLY SOME OTHERS, ARE ENTITLED TO MEMBERSHIP IN THE SOCIETY OF THE ARMY OF WEST VIRGINIA: OHIO REGIMENTS IN ARMY OF WEST VIRGINIA. INFANTRY : 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, io, n, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 28, 29, 30, 32, 34, 36, 37, 40, 41, 44, 47, 55, 60, 61, 62, 66, 67, 73, 75, 82, 84, 86, 87, 89, 91, 92, no, 116, 122, 123, 126, 191, 192, 193, 196, and 133, 135, 140, i4 T > 146, 148, l 5 2 , r 53> x 54> 155. 160, 161, 167, 170, O. N. Guards. CAVALRY : Companies A and C, 1st O. V. C, 2d and 8th Regts., McLaughlin's 1 st, 3d and 6th Independent Companies. ARTILLERY. Barnett's, Sturgiss'; 1st, McMullen's; 3d, William's; 12th, Johnston's; 21st, Patterson's; 22d, Niel's; 26th, Yost's, these were Independent Bat- teries. Battery H, 1st O. L. A., Huntington's; Battery I, 1st O. L. A., Dilger's; Battery L, 1st O. L. A., Robinson's; Battery K, 1st O. L. A., Debeck's; Simmond's Battery; Buell's Battery; Knapp's Battery; Keeper's Battery ; Cotter's Battery ; Mack's Battery ; George's Cavalry. INDIANA REGIMENTS IN ARMY OF WEST VIRGINIA. 7th, 8th, 10th, nth, 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th Infantry; Daum's Indiana Battery. PENNSYLVANIA. 28th, 84th and noth Infantry; 12th Cavalry. WEST VIRGINIA. 1st, 2d, 3d, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, nth, 12th, 13th and 14th Infantry; 1st, 2d, 3d, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, Cavalry; Daum's 1st Virginia Artillery; Carlin's Virginia Battery; Maltsby's Virginia Battery; Baggs' Snake Hunters. ILLINOIS. KENTUCKY. Chicago Dragoons. 1st and 2d Infantry. NEW YORK. MICHIGAN. 1 06th Infantry. Loomis' Coldwater Battery. UNITED STATES ARMY. Clark's 4th Artillery. Howe's Artillery. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 013 701292 3 » LIBRARY OF CON 013 701 2< LIBRARY OF CONGRESS "e" 013 701 292 3