Aiiiircaa of (greeting '0f l s : .. v 1 '. r, > L : ; ;'- j . ■ ■ / ■ ■ (Ho **' ‘ ). -;^ V7'- H: tfwi ' '•*’£ ' *^A % v®/ k^Vf^ri • V; ,’-y :■; ££ *C‘ #■ •■# ; . & • t " ' /, ' United (Eonfciierate Beterana 3ftt Uritalt: of / _ • ^mis of dUmfrforat? Tlrtmma utyuntas Hjtlntt Bisson fHiaBtaatppt ftnmiim Hmfrh l^tma (Eanfriterat? Urtmma v» iHentpljta, uJcnneaaer June ilt4, 1909 ; THOMAS UPTON SISSON MEMBER OF CONGRESS FROM MISSISSIPPI MEMBER CAMP N. B FORREST No. 215, U. S. C. V. MEMPHIS. TENN. ST* Kbbmm of in her social, political and religious life are the ark of the covenant of true American civilization. Her ideas of the Con- stitution and constitutional limitations are laughed at by dis- honest politicians, who would put their hands in other peo- ple’s pockets, because a proper respect and regard for that instrument and the oath to support it is always in the way of those who would have special privilege. But these ideas and traditions have not been in the way of her progress, as the facts above stated conclusively show. They have certainly not retarded her progress, for as soon as the Southern soldier put aside his musket he took hold of the plow, and with the same courage displayed on the field of battle he faced and fought poverty at home, > ut against what terrible odds ! Tim Civil War did not hurt the South like the bloody reconstruc- tion — or, better called, “destruction.” But his courage and steadfastness of purpose did not desert him even in this trial. He came from a stock that never wore a yoke. All the good people in the North are happy in their hearts, and proud of their own blood when the thought comes to them: ‘ ‘ That blood of the South that would not brook the domination of an inferior race is my blood; it flows in my veins; the best blood of all the ages, and, God be praised, with my strong arm and all my power, I could not humiliate that proud people in whose veins flow that blood, and make them subservient to the will of another and an inferior race. ’ 9 There is not a self- respecting New Englander but that is proud and happy at the thought. He would blush if he even thought that the South would have submitted. When this victory was over and the Southern man was again permitted to enter the fields of toil, the South began to prosper. Her cotton fields were soon ‘ ‘ whitening under the stars;” her fields of golden corn nodded to the Southern breezes; her furnaces glowed with new light; hammers mak- * ing music in her shops; spindles singing in her factories, and from Maryland to Texas, ’mid her fruits and flowers, the old South again started on her happy way — the same old South / that she had always been. It was the same old march of prog- ress that was stopped for sixteen years. It is the same South, 13 with her lofty and uncompromised principles of honor, justice and truth. There is nothing ‘ ‘ new . 9 9 All of her advancement lias been made without her changing front, and she will con- tinue in the same path, true to her traditions of honesty and virtue. Pensions. There is one fact that I would call your attention to — a fact not often referred to in these latter days — and that is the amount of pensions paid to New England and the Middle States. This has been a great help to these States, and none of the Cotton States. New Hampshire had a population of 411,000 in 1900, and received $1,196,000 in pensions, or $2.90 to every man, woman and child in New Hampshire. Maine had a population the same year of 694,000, and re- ceived in pensions* $2,816,500, or a little over $4.00 to every man, woman and child in the State. Vermont had a population that year of 343,500, and received in pensions $1,347,677, or a little over $3.92 for every man, woman and child in the State. Massachusetts had a population of a little over 2,805,000, and she received in 1900 pensions to the amount of $5,280,000, or $1.88 for every man, woman and child in the State. Ohio, with a population of 4,157,000, received in nensions $14,657,000, or over $3.50 for every man, woman and child in the State. Mississippi spends $1,250,000 to run her public schools for four months. If Mississippi received only one-fifth of the amount which Ohio receives each year for pensions, she could relieve herself of her present common school tax, and not pay one cent and run her schools eight months in the year. Mis- sissippi pays one-fiftietli of the total pensions paid in the United States, estimating the population of the United States at 90,000,000, and that of Mississippi at 1,800,000, which is ap- proximately correct. Estimating the total pensions at $140,- 000,000, Mississippi would pay $2,800,000 into the Northern and New England States. If Mississippi could retain this money at home, she could run the white and negro schools eight months without taxing herself a dollar. The State of Kansas gets the sum of $5,423,874.54 in pen- sions, and only has a population of 1,500,000; that is, a little over $3.60 for every man, woman and child in the State of Kansas. If Mississippi received this much, she could run the whole State government on it each year and have over $2,- 500,000 left every year; in other words, one-half of what Kan- 14 sas gets in pensions would run our entire State government. All of what she receives for pensions would not only run our entire State government, hut would pay all the State, county and municipal expenses. The amount paid is taken from re- port -for year ending June, 1907. Thus it is with all the New England and Middle States. While they are receiving all these amounts, the Cotton States have received practically nothing from the Federal govern- ment, and have been taxing themselves in their own States to take care of their own soldiers, and have been paying enor- mous tribute to New England’s protected manufactures. This is only part of the unequal race the South has been running. She has had her race problem on her hands. But, notwithstanding the unequal contest, her people have stayed “in the fields of toil,” and are making marvelous strides to the front. No section of the country has made such advance- ment with such burdens. But the South is hearing the burden without complaining. She is fighting her own battles. She has had little sympathy from her Northern sisters, but in the future I feel that a new light will burst upon the North. The old prejudices are rapidly passing away. The South is being better understood, and men better informed of her con- dition will get control of the affairs of the government; men who will not tolerate, I hope, this injustice. These are but a few of the facts and statistics showing only a part of what the South lias done. The advancement since 1880 is like a romance. The figures I have given only tell part of the beautiful story of our victory in peace. This vic- tory has produced its heroes as well as the war. They are the patient laborers on the farm, in the mills, and in every field of industry in the South. They are sun-crowned hands of toil who, without capital, without immigration, without encour- agement from the rich of the earth, have reared upon the smoking ruins of a destroyed country all of the beautiful homes that adorn the hills and dales and cities of the rehabili- tated Southland. From Maryland to Texas, what a change has been wrought in one generation! There is nothing to compare with it in all the annals of time. It is not our soil, the most fertile on earth, that has produced the changed conditions in so short a time; nor our climate, the balmiest and best on earth; nor our mines of iron and coal, the richest; nor our forests of pine and oak, the most valuable. No; not all the abundance of our unlimited raw material. It has been the character of her men and women that have wrought the mighty change. 15 “What constitutes a State? Not high, raised battlements, nor labor’d mound, Thick wall or moated gate; Not cities proud, with spires and turrets crowned; Not bays and broad-arm’d ports, Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride; Not starred and spangled courts, Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No! Men, high-minded men, With power as far above dull brutes endued, In forest, brake or den, As beats excel cold rocks and brambles rude; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-arm’d blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain. These constitute a state.” So, to you United Confederate Veterans, and to your wives and daughters of the South — not “old,” not “new,” hut of the South, we owe the present prosperity. We owe to you our everlasting affections for making every foot of our soil the land of sacred memories. And we find expression for the sen- timent which we entertain for your heroic deeds of valor in thus consecrating and hallowing our soil in the beautiful sen- timent of the South’s greatest poet. ‘ ‘ A land without ruins is a land without memories — a land without memories is a land without liberty! A land that wears a laurel crown may be fair to see, but twine a few sad cypress leaves around the brow of any land, and be that land beautiless and bleak, it becomes lovely in its consecrated cor- net of sorrow, and wins the sympathy of the heart and history. Crowns of roses fade, crowns of thorns endure. Calvaries and crucifixes take deep hold of humanity. The triumphs of might are transient, they pass away and are forgotten. The sufferings of Eight are graven deepest on the chronicles of nations. ’ ’ “Yes, give me a land where the ruins are spread, And the living tread light on the hearts of the dead; Yes, give me a land that is blest by the dust, And bright with the deeds of the downtrodden just. Yes, give me a land that has legend and lays Enshrining the memories of long-vanished days; Yes, give me a land that hath story and song, To tell of the strife of the right and the wrong; Yes, give me a land with a grave in each spot, And the names in the graves that shall not be forgot; Yes, give me a land of the wreck and the tomb, There’s a grandeur in graves, there’s a glory in gloom. For out of the gloom future brightness is born, As after the night looms the sunrise of morn; And the graves of the dead, with the grass overgrown, May yet form the footstool of Liberty’s throne, And each single wreck in the warpath of Might Shall yet be a rock in the Temple of Right!” Note. — The statistics are taken from a speech made in reply to Col, Galderhead, of Kansas, on th® floor of the House of Representatives. 16