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10 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,