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VOLUME TOUR
NUMBER TORL'i-EIGHT
ELOQUENCE CROWNS the SR) JffW LEE
Capt. O. P. LeVert, of Atlanta, Delibers 'Beautiful Tribute to the Great Christian H'i Kand Confederate Chieftian.
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N THIS anniversary of the birth of
Robert E. Lee we are delighted to give
to our readers a brief, but brilliant
tribute to the great American which
was delivered several years ago before
an Atlanta Camp of Confederate Vet
erans.
It is a striking coincidence that the
picture of Capt. Le Vert in the office
of The Golden Age was taken only last week for
the picture of Robert E. Lee. Captain Le Vert’s
great lecture on “The Private Soldier of the South,”
is such a masterpiece of patriotism and eloquence
that it ought to be heard in every city and hamlet
of the nation.
Very few names illustrious in war are famed for
virtue.
had her Caesar, the great and brave
Tet stain was on his wreath;
He lived a heartless conqueror
And died a tyrant’s death.
France had her Eagle,
Tho’ lofty he might soar,
His wings were spread in false ambitious flight,
And dipped in murder’s gore.”
But Robert E. Lee, the chivalrous soldier of the
South will live in history, not only as the match
less warrior, but as the most unselfish patriot and
stainless Christian gentleman. Neither the pride of
victory nor the disappointment of defeat could
disturb the poise of his spirit or tempt him from the
path of virtue.
jBLIMEST WORD IN THE ENGLISH
ATLANTA, GA., JANUARY 20 1910
He was the same at Appomattox, amid the shadows
of defeat, as when he stood, sun-crowned, on the
heights of Fredericksburg in the blazing light of
victory!
Who can point to one unworthy act in all the
record of his brilliant achievements, who can find
one tarnished jewel in the crown of his splendid
fame? They are as bright as any constellation of
stars that ever blazed on the jeweled brow of Night.
Beyond the lustre and glamor of his triumphs, great
as they were, stands out his beautiful life, unmarred
by a single fault; unstained by a single crime. Not
in all the records of valor where the deeds of the
.brave are recounted can be found the name of a
single knight more chivalrous than this peerless
hero of the South. To the courage of the Lion-heart
ed Richard he ujiited the magnanimity of the chev
alier Bayard, and the same hand that wielded the
sword with such matchless prowess, pressed with
gentlest touch the dying soldier’s brow. Duty, not
ambition was his guiding star. No selfish aim
marred the glory of his achievements.
In all the record of his splendid
life no page is blotted; among all
the laurels which valor placed unon
his brow no leaf was staine
crimsoned with innocent bloou. 4
was not his fate to boast a
victory like Caesar at Pharsalia, or
like Wellington at Waterloo, but
who can refuse him a place among
the great military leaders of the
world?
Twice did he drive the invading
armies of the North (though out
numbering his own) beyond the
Potomac. In more than fifty bat
tles did he display the powers of
his marvelous genius. The impar
tial tribunal of history has already
confirmed the verdict of England’s
renewed soldier, that Robert E. Lee
was the greatest captain of modern
times.
All men everywhere are begin
ning to recognize the matchless
genius of this uncrowned hero of
the South. As the white light of
time plays about him and reveals
to our gaze the full outlines of his
historic figure, we see him in his
true proportions, as serene he sits
upon the pedestal of his own fame
defying the years to wither one
laurel in his chaplet, or dim one
star in his crown. His memory is
still green in the hearts of the
people whom he loved. In almost
every home in this fair Southland
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--ROBT. E. LEE.
S a ouse^ treasure, and from the
wa and hut alike his beautiful and
beams forth a light and an inspiration.
I ime 4,.t brighten and beautify his achievements.
Th e g >Wg canvas and breathing marble will per
petuateßß fame. In eloquence and song his deeds
will fire M genius of the orator and the poet, and
distant gW orations will hear the story and emulate
the example of Robert Edward Lee.
In the soil of Virginia his ashes repose. No
splendid mausoleum marks with grandeurs massive
pile the quiet grave of this matchless hero of the
South. Like Kosciusko, he led the legions that
failed, and in death it was fitting that the conquered
banner should be his winding sheet. But his
rial is more enduring than granite crypt or marble
shaft. Embalmed in loving hearts he will live
till storied urns cut from Parian rock shall have
crumbled to decay, and the proudest epitaph engraved
in brass or bronze shall have been effaced by the
blight of years. The beams of the morning coming
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