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THE GRAY AND THE BLUE
I earnestly invite the assistance of the surviving
chaplains and soldiers of both armies to furnish
The Golden Age with incidents and other informa
tion through which the people of our country may
learn that the religious life of the men who offered
up themselves in battle was not neglected. The
subject, by its very nature, is exhaustible. Within
a year the story can be told. Soldiers who were
witnesses are passing away. I beg that this call
for assistance may be heeded in the spirit in which
it is given.
Clement A. Evans.
In Memory of General Jos. E. Wheeler.
Read before the Confederate Veterans at their
Home near Decatur, also before the Confederaate
Veterans Camp No. 159, which meet in the Capitol
February 20, 1906.
Just a few short days ago was laid to rest in
beautiful Arlington Cemetery a great man, a man
whose beautiful characteristics cannot be enumer
ated, for he was not only a great man, which means
much, hut he was a good man—he was not only a
good and great man, but he w’as a brave man—yes,
I can say even more than that; he was one of the
bravest of the brave. The man I speak of you all
know; he w T as your friend; he was your comrade
in the thickest of the conflict. I speak of Gen. “Jos.”
E. Wheeler.
We lift to thee, 0 Lord our bruised hearts from
the dead ashes of the true, the great, the brave, the
good, for the grim reaper time with each new sun,
doth fix a fresh wound ere the latest had ceased to
ache. While some of those who wore the grey were
following to the last resting place the remains of
our fighting “Joe,” there were two valiant soldiers
in the home of the Georgia Confederacy slowly
sinking into their last restful, peaceful sleep. Going
to join their brave, courageous comrade in the man
sion in the sky. You all know I speak of Bros. Toole
and Jackson.
As I looked in the still calm faces of our dead I
would not call them back for had they not gone
to join the leader who had only preceded them a
little while? Yes, I say again, our dead, for are
we not Confederate daughters? Do we not possess
through heritage the blood of the brave,' and can
we not through rightful heritage drop our tear
stains on your graves.
The larger love that knits through land and "wave
the desire to honor you Confederate brave, draws
now new friendship from above, and we would not
dare -withhold our tears of love.
For did you not follow the historic Confederate
flag which waved over fields so bloody and so hotly
contested, that they will live forever as examples
of what men will dare do and suffer for the land they
love. Defeated? Yes, but never dishonored, captur
ed, but never betrayed, we will cherish them as
proud emblems of unmatched valor and daring. We
will charish them as grand ensigns of patriotic duty,
and under their folds laved in the blood of heroes,
we will rear men like Wheeler, Gordon, Jackson
and Lee, ever ready to step forward when a hero is
needed for danger or for duty.
In the year 1898, the whole world was ringing
with plaudits of Gen. “Jos.” Wheeler. Even the
cruel and ungenerous hearts of the Spaniards thrill
ed at his valor and daring. Whence came that cou
rageous, valorous devotion to duty from the inspired
heroic blood of a Confederate brave?
Yes, the hero of Santiago was a son of the South,
and a very slight wisp of a man, but the fighting
soul of a fighting man went to the front
in an ambulance in the body of fighting Joe., and
not until the restless ages of time cease to beat the
heart throbs of a reunited people, will there cease
to be honor in this land of liberty for “Jos.” E.
Wheeler, for did he not die with the sentiment of
the American anthem in his heart:
IN PRAYER AND SONG
By General Clement A. Evan
The Golden Age for March 22, 1906.
“My country, ’tis of thee,
iSweet land of liberty,
Os thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrim’s pride,
Let freedom ring.
jyid did he not fight side by side with our president
(our own brave Teddy), in whose veins flows the
blood of Southern valor? He blazoned a path for
himself in the realms of the greatest military
achievements, and his deeds are enrolled among oth
ers who, in the past ages, have dared to suffer, to
fight, and if need be, to die for their country. We all
must know many nights he tossed on sleepless pil
low, so tired, so utterly exhausted, but did he com
plain? Never! Never, but for every thorn pressed
into the burning brow of our honored chieftain will
rest a crown of immortal glory.
With smiles and tears, with reverence and pray
ers, this union’s heart, we say beats out in love
and truth and faith to all the boys in grey.
The bravest are the tenderest, the loving are dar
ing, peace to our pale dreamers in the dust, for can
we but feel our loss is Heaven’s gain, we shall miss
their loving presence, yet thy will, 0 God, be done
Oh, gentle flowers breathe above their lonely beds
your sweetest perfume! Bloom and shine early and
late in loving memory of their brave noble deeds.
Sleep, gentle hearts, sleep fellow comrades amid
the sweetest zephers of the fragrant Southland. May
the great and gracious Father wreathe his garlands
of immortality ever round your earthly bier.
Farewell, precious friends, farewell; yet we know
it is not death to close your eyes long dimmed by
tears.
That you may wake in yonder skies and spend
eternal years. Mrs. D. L. Bradley,
Secretary W. C. T. U.
B Carnegie’s Gift to the Tech.
It is always a source of self-gratulation to South
ern people to note an interest evinced in their in
stitutions by northern capitalists and philanthro
pists. Such an occasion has just been made possible
to the people of .Atlanta by Mr. Andrew Carnegie’s
proposed gift of $20,000 for the purpose of build
ing a library on the grounds of the Georgia Schoo]
of Technology.
Like all of Mr. Carnegie’s donations, this gift is
dependent upon an annual appropriation by the peo
ple he hopes to benefit. The philosophy of this pro
vision is manifest, and in the present case, the $20,-
000 is dependent on an annual sum of $2,000 being
given by the school itself. The trustees of the institu
tion meet in April, and it is believed that there will
be no trouble in gaining their co-operation in the
matter, and thus securing the generous Carnegie
fund.
Mr. Carnegie’s interest in the Tech was aroused
by Prof. Matheson, who, in his correspondence ■with
the millionaire philanthropist, ably described the
institution, dwelling on the fact that it was the lead
ing technological school in the South, and well worth
any assistance that could be secured for its equip
ment.
It is proposed -to have the library built in archi
tectural accordance with the other buildings of the
institution, and for the sum named it will be pos
sible to erect a handsome edifice.
The present library is not an extensive one, and
new books relating to technological subjects, are
needed.
The librarian now in charge is Miss Laura Ham
mond, and as Miss Hammond’s experience and
training have admirably fitted her for this work, she
will, of course, be retained in her position when the
new library is erected, work on which it is hoped
will be begun soon after the April meeting of the
trustees.
Miss Buhlmaier’s History.
My parents being Lutheran, of course I was
brought up in the same faith, and confirmed in the
spring of 1873. This aroused in me a deep sense of
responsibility. I, therefore, resolved to lead a very
careful life. Now, while good resolutions are void,
yet “the Lord looketh on the heart,” and “not
willing that any should perish, but that all should
come to repentence, ” He brought it about to bring
us into contact with some of His own regenerated
children, who at once took great interest in our
souls’ salvation, showing us the necessity of being
born again. After struggling hard against self, sin
and Satan- I found peace in believing, and was
baptized in October, 1873. Oh, the joy that filled
my heart! I felt as though I must shout it out
what Jesus had done for me.
At this- time God led me to become acquainted
with a lady who felt drawn towards me, and open
ed her heart to me. I soon found that she had ev
erything her heart could wish, yet, “the one thing
needful,” she had not. I humbly endeavored to
point her to Jesus as the one “All sufficient,” “the
Way, the Truth, the Life.” God opened her heart,
and the seed sprang up, bearing the blessed fruit
of repentence. Now, after both husband and wife
were converted, they could not, as before, get along
■without hearing the Word of God preached; so,
on going to the country in Maryland for the sum
mer (which is very remarkable, for the people of
New York and vicinity generally go North and
West), they stopped over in Baltimore to inquire
into the best way of making it possible now and
then to attend church (for in the place where they
went there was no German church). They became
acquainted with the pastor’s family here in Balti
more; so it happened that in their private talks
■when my name was mentioned, Brother Ritzman
immediately was impressed with the thought that
the Lord had used this means to point him to a per
son he had long been looking for to be a mission
ary among the German in Baltimore.
About a year previous to this my pastor in Brook
lyn preached a very powerful missionary sermon,
and the hymn sung:
“Hark! The voice of Jesus crying,
Who will go and work to-day?”
came home to me with great force, awakening all
the feeling anew which I had so long been trying
to keep down. I was miserable, but spoke to no one
about it.
“God works in mysterious ways
His -wonders to perform!”
Thus it was. So when letters from Baltimore
reached me, asking whether I’d be willing to go
if the Lord called me to this work, I w’as com
pelled to say. “This is the Lord’s doing; it is mar
velous in our eyes.”
'Considering this question on my knees before
God, it seemed to me like a struggle for life, equal
to the experience at my conversion; but thanks be
to God, who helped me gain the victory over all
doubts and hesitations—saying “Yes, here I am;
send me; send me!” Strange to say, the moment
I gave myself up to the Lord, willing to go or stay,
as He would direct, my heart was at once—fully
satisfied.
And now I am here, feeling assured it wai God
tnat sent me; and I know that He has a work here
for me among the Germans. It gives me great pleas
ure and fills my heart with gratitude to my Master,
to be counted worthy to labor together with Christ
for the salvation of souls. And when the thought
comes as it does, ‘ 1 Who is sufficient for these
things?” the answer comes, “Our sufficiency is
of God.” “I can do all things through Christ,
which strengtheneth me.”
'Should this be the means to encourage anyone
who is struggling along the same w T ay I did to
fully consecrate herself to the service of God, leav
ing it to the “All-Wise,” the “All Wonderful,”
as to “How,” “Where,” and “When,” then, sure
ly, the time in writing down this brief biography
is not lost.
Yours in the work,
Marie Buhlmaier,
Missionary of the Home Board to the Germans,