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spired Alphonso, King of Spain, to
visit, at the.imminent, risk of his own
life, his subjects when they were
stricken down with the deadly chol
era. Ah! if all the monarch® of
this woild had been so unselfish and
so considerate for the lives of their
people, how different and how much
brighter would have been the pages
of history! All honor to Alphonso!
Not King Alphonso, but hero Al
phonso, whose heroism is forever
eugraved on the hearts of his people.
And it was this same heroism
which kept our late honored Chans
cel lor, already exhausted by the
arduous labors of the year, hard at
work at his desk during the hot and
enfeebling summer months, which
he had so richly earned for his
vacation; and which he had been
accustomed to spend in recruiting
his health and strength. Weakand
worn out as he was, he knew that
absolute rest was necessary for the
preservation of his life; but the in
stitution under his charge, and
which he loved almost as a father,
was being bitterly and violently
assailed by “foes from without and
traitors from within,” and seemed to
his anxious eye to be in a most pre
carious condition. With all the
the force that envy and hatred could
lend, blow after blow fell upon her
proud crest, and yet no helping hand
was outstretched lor her assistance.
No sword was unsheathed in her,
defeuse, but pale and anxious her
iriends waited for the end.
The day seemed dark and lowering
for our grand old institution. The
time for assistance had almost pass
ed. Envy, ignorance and narrow
minded prejudice, with armor on,
sat exulting in the lists, and yet no
champion had rppeared to do them
Battle. At this critical instant,like
Ivanlmeof old, our noble Chancellor,
. though weak and totteiing, boldly
advanced, and td-the great dismay
and discomfiture of hia opponents,
took up the gauntlet ii behalf of
our imperiled University. And so
skillfully and successfully did he
wage the combat that the enemy
were completely dumbfounded and
routed, and the proud old Alma
Mater of Stephens, Lumpkin and
thousands of other distinguished
Georgians was safely delivered from
her great and impending danger —
The victory indeed had been won,
but at what a cost!! For worn out
and his surplus strength and vitality
completely exhausted by his great
and over taxing efforts, our heroic
and noble protector, on the field of
his victory, sank down to rise no
more.
The lives of such men as the few
that I have mentioned are, in com
parison to the many selfish and un
holy ones around us, like the bright
and heaven-placed oases in the dry
and sterile desert. They are like
the sunshine of a glorious summer’s
day, compared to the cutting winds
and freezing rain of a gloomy win
ter’s night. They are like the green
buds and blushing flowers of spring,
compared to the barren limbs and
falling leaves of autumn. They are
like an inspiration direct from the
heavenly world, and will linger long
in our memories, and will make
music forever in our hearts.
I cannot here forbear mentioning
some other heroes who, in their no
ble careers, were actuated through
out by the most devoted and unsel
fish heroism. These were the men
who, having bravely battled for their
rights, and the conflict having ended,
returned, even before the smoke of
battle had cleared away, to their
desolate and smouldering homes,
and, without a murmur of com
plaint, set to work to rebuild their
destroyed dwellings, and to repopu
late their deserted cities. Never was
there truer heroism displayed than
by these defeated and impoverished
Southerners. With all their worldly
possessions gone; with black and
threatening clouds ready to burst
upon their defenceless heads; with
the bloody bodies of their children
and parents lying stark and stiff
arqundthem; with no roof to shel
ter their persons or place to lay their
heitds; with hope itself almost gone;
witfe nj? light except that of their
burning houses and the stats or
heaven; never did they falter of grow
craven-hearted, but bravely and
heroically they suffered, endured,
aud lived, aud in this instance, as
in many others, it was far braver to
live than to die.
But that period, thank God, is
now only a memory, and let us not
strive to re-open old wounds or create
new dissensions; but, at the same
Southern man looked upon as the
noblest type of chivalry and honor;
and the Southern woman as the em
bodimeut of grace, beauty, intellect,
and charity. But while I rejoice in
all of this, and while I feel an exult
ant pride in being a citizen of the
New South, yet my heart throbs
faster still wheu thoughts arise of
the gallant men and devoted women
of the Old South. Then it is that I
feel to be a Southerner is better than
to be a king.
Although in peace and prosperity
you may judge very correctly of a
nation’s character, yet it takes ca
lamities and misfortunes, and black,
bitter, desolate days, and years of
distress and affliction, to bring out
the true characteristics of a people.
And it was in the dark days of’GO
aud ’66, and in the gloomy period of
reconstruction which followed that
the character of our Southern people,
tested by fire and carnage, rose supe
rior to to all obstacles and gleamed
clear and resplendcntly over the de
bris of homes and cities. And then
it was that the noble unapproachable
Southern woman—God bless her—
shone out like the star of Bethlehem,
pointing out the way to truth and
honor. Then it was that she, though
accustomed to all the luxuries and
delicacies which wealth and rank
could obtain, cheerfully and gladly
sacrificed atlLher ease and eijmfort
“Yes, give mo the land where the ruin3
are spread,
Aid the living tread light on the hearts of
the dead;
Yes give me a land that is blessed by the
dust,
And himlit with the deeds of the down
trodden just;
Yes, give me the land where the battle’s
red blast,
Has flashed to the future the fame of the
past;
Yes, give me the land that hath legend
and lays,
Enshrining the memories of loDg-vanisUed
days;
Yes, give me a land that both story and
song,
To tell of the strife of the right with the
wrong 1
Yes, give me a land with a grave in each
spot,
And names in the graves that shall not be
forgot;
Yes, give me the land of the wreck and
the tomb;
There is grandeur in graves—there is 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 to Liberty’s
throne;
And each single wreck in the warpath of
Might,
Shall yet be a rock in the temple of
Right.”
for the defender in gray; gaveiip al 1
ner possetssroun, siiks
jewelry, and proudly turned ovhrto
him the proceeds; and with her
delicate fingers made clothes for him
to wear or blankets to cover liim
from winter’s suow and ice. Then it
was that the delicate, Southern ex
otic left her warm and luxurious
mansion, and braving the chilling
wind and bliting frost, hurried to the
distant and blood-stained battle
time, never will we allow the brave field and with her tender and gentle
aud heroic defenders of our beautiful hands bound up her Southern
sunny Southland to be stigmatized brother’s ghastly wounds, or closed
in our presence as traitors and rebels, I his glassy and staring ejes that ne\ei
without indignantly hurling back again would see his Southern home,
the anathemas into the teeth of and with her tender hcartovei flowing
those who proclaim them. We should with love and gratitude offered up
cherish their memories forever, and her simple prayer over his motionless
should always speak of them with form. She was indeed the queen
the utmost love and leverence, so J jewel iu the crown of gems whicli
that all the world may see how the | adorned the fair brow of our beautiful
Brother Phi-Kappas:
Among the many objects of hero wor
ship, I would call your especial attention
/-w *— j —*— - n * oia Sou'b...
May you worship them as they deserve,
and God grant that you all will be true to
the memories of the Old South, as well as
to the living issues of the New. Always
uphold her dignity and honor with word
and deed, and teach your children after
you to love and reverence her history.
And may you all he numbered amorg
that class of heroes, who are known rath
er for their noble aod loving deeds, than
for their brilliant and loudly heralded
achievements.
May you all strive to emulate them in
their kindly and heroic virtues, and follow
with them as closely as possible in the
bleeding footsteps of that grandest and
with love and gratitude offered up finest of all heroes, who died that you
and I might live.
—
YANKEE INGENUITY.
South regards those who sacrificed
for her sun ny slopes everything but
honor
I am proud of the New South and
of her glorious career; of the laurels
she has won, and the encomiums site
has received. She is, in my view, the
South.
Yes, I am proud of the Old South
and of her misfortunes, for through
them all she bore herself as became
the high character of her people.
Never did she lower her dignity or
honor, but proudly and nobly did
fairest, and by Nature the most rich- she endure her bitter trials and ca-
ly endowed land under the sun, and I lamities. I rejoice in her sorrows
her people are the noblest and the aIU \ her troubles,for they have given
best. From the rugged cliffs of U9 memos ies that will never die, and
Scotland to the distant prairies of have bequeathed to us deeds of he<-
South America; from the crowded ro i S m and chivalry that find no
thoroughfares of European civiliza-1 equal in the annals of the whole
tion to the far deserted jungles of world. And I exclaim with the
Asia or Africa everywhere is the ] South’s greatest poet:
The perseverance of the Yankee is pro
verbial, and it was never better illustrated
than in the case of a man Darned Cobb,
Who owns the only machine mill in Mo
rocco. The Moors refused to give him per
mission, but he went ahead just the same
and got everything in except the grinding
stones, which were seized on the wharf by
the authorities. Mr. Cobb appealed to the
United Slates consul, but received a for
mal reply saying that he could render no
asistance. Cobb, however, took the letter
bearing the arms of the United States to
the local authorities, and as they could not
read English made them believe that it
was an order to deliver the stones, which
they did, and he finished bis mill.—Ex.