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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.