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Wo return on. sincere thanks to “ Reni
simw for the following’ beautiful poem.
It has the true poetic ring. There must
be many other unwritten poems in the
heart which gave us this; and we hope
that we shall continue to be favored with
the songs of the muse which so sweetly
and so sadly chants the following:
[For the Banner of the South,]
That and This.
BY BKMSHAW.
“To be weak u miserable.”
Tell us who is it comes
’Mid the rolling of drums
Aud the sob of the silvery horn ;
Where the lightnings are lent
To a funeral show ;
And the shadows are blent
With a gorgeous woe,
Like the morning when tempest dawns.
’Tis he whose tyrant doom was wrought
Before the end the aim had brought,
Or deeds had followed on the thought ;
Who warred upon women with insult dire,
With famine and plilage, with sword and fire,
And struck through the child at the heart of the sire ;
Whose monument stands in the blacken’d wall,
Where the world flits through the shattered hall,
And the sapling grows where the dancers trod ;
And the squadrons have escaped in the temples of God
In sable all the streets are hung,
And far the mourning banners flung.
And loud the wailing chaunts are sung,
Backward the church-bells ring ;
With laurel wreathed upon his breast,
lie goeth to his final rest,
Beep in the bosom of the "West,
By Might and Rapine crowned King
Say, who now doth come,
Through a city dumb,
W here grief is a thing forbid,
To a laud undone,
For her honored son, '(f
And hopes that the gray j
Who comes so lowly
Sadly and slowly, *
Midst womanly weeeping.
And men who are keeping
The record of wrong,
And have grown to be strong
In soul, with the bitterness known so long—
With the bitterness born of a sacrifice vain,
like the thunder-bolts nurst iu the heart of the rain,
And whose vengeance is vowed on the altars of l’ain V
No martial pomp, or trumpets’ blaze,
Ur sob of silvery horns, is there,
Where our hero comes ;
No charger led
Follows his corse,
Nor measured tread
Os armed force,
Nor sabre clanking on the steal,
Along the line of the plumed horse,
Doth there reveal
The people’s loss ;
The rolling of drums
Is silent, and silent the volleying roar
That rang in his ears while his soldiery bore
The enemy back with the fury of fire,
And leapt on their track like the following Are.
No banuer drapes the cofiin bare,
In high cathedral chancel where
The dead repose ;
No requiem sung.
Nor censer swung,
Along the lofty columned aisle,
The while
Full robed priests the tapers bear
Before his head,
His deeds unsaid,
His life-blood shod
In vain—his people captive led,
Silently to liis narrow bod
Our hero goes.
Another Ritualistic Order. —Wo
some time ago informed our readers, says
the Philadelphia Standard, that the
Ritualists had, in imitation of Catholic
orders, organized an association known
as the (>rder of St. Benedict. They have
now another order—the Society of St.
Osmond. It is thus described by the
Church News:
“This Society consists of communicants
ot the English Church, and lias been
established with the following objects:
1. The Adoration of our Blessed Lord,
present in the most Holy Sacrament of
the Altar. 2. The relief of the poor,
ar.d other acts of mercy. 3. The exten
sion and diffusion of Catholic principles,
and the restoration in its fulness of the
ancient Ritual of the English Church.
I. iiie mutual encouragement of the
members in Christian faith and duty.
In promotion of these objects, night
schools and various other works arc about
to be commenced in a poor district in the
northeast of London (Bt. Chad’s, Hagger
stone \ with the permission ar.d under
the direction of the parish Pwest. An
association ot ladies has also been formed
to make vestments for the altar and
energy at cost of materials (when the
ImrJs permit, at less) for poor churches.
- • — ——
Ten years ago, a little boy, twelve
years old, sold newspapers, nuts, candies,
&c , as train boy, on a railroad train run
ning out of New York city. A few days
ago he purchased for his mother aud sister
a fine suburban residence on the Hudson
fiver, for which he paid £3o,Out).
i he Philadelphia Artists’ Fund Society
nl shortly open an exhibition of water
coiors at their galleries.
[For the Banner of the South.]
One Hour with Thee !
Yes! one hour with thee has glided
Far beyond my power to stay,
But its memory still shall sweeten
All other hours of the day !
One hour with the«, whose spirit meekly
Bows unto the hand of Fate—
Whose timid feet are humbly waiting
At the slowly opening gate!
On thy face wa see the shadow
Cast by death’s outspreading wings;
On thy brow we feel the dampness
Which its breath too surely brings.
One hour with thee, whose hours are numbered!
Who soon shall heed not Time’s decay—
But in that hour a charm I gathered,
Which still around niv heart shall stay!
One hour with thee! such hours arc precious,
Though o’er them all a gloom is cast ;
While lovingly we grasp each moment,
Wo tremble lest it be the last.
We little thought, in days departed,
Lives that seemed to part so wide
Should meet again for one brief moment
Ere yet they joined the eternal tide.
Yet even so—across the waters
Our barks have met in sight of shore ;
But while thou enter’st at the harbor
I go drifting as before.
One hour with thee ! who soon in Heaven
We trust shall count long years of bliss ;
O, from those realms of light and beauty,
Remember thou thy friends in this.
And then, perhaps, when life is ended,
Instead of one short hour with thee,
Thy friend—unworthy of the blessing—
sc May sj>eud a bles’t eternity!
S. B. E.
New Orleans, March.
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From the Georgia Telegraph.
GENERAL W. H. T. WALKER AND HIS
DIVISION.
How many, now the survivors of that
gallant band, will feel their hearts thrill at
the name of Walker! Memory recalls
the days of the past —the charge, the
bivouac, the picket, the wild huzzah, as
they vie with each other in the hot and
eager pursuit of the flying foe Many
will remember the past, and recall the
glorious days of yore when the “conquer
ed banner” floated proudly, aye, tri
umphantly. Did these things really ex
ist ? Are we not the victims of our own
delusions? Alas! no. There was a time
when we were a nation, and respected as
such—at least, a dcfacto nation in our
dealings with the world. With the sur
render of Lee and Johnston, the star of
hope set in the night of gloom, sorrow,
and darkness. It is not the purpose of
the writer to repine or grieve at what he
receives as the decrees of fate. Ilis pur
pose in presenting this brief and imper
fect sketch of a command is not, by way
of contrast, to repine at our present con
dition ; but as the “pen is mightier than
the sword,” it is the province of those who
have been the actors in the great drama
recently enacted, to whose memory comes
those thrilling recollections and fond
hopes of the saddened past—it is for them
to rehearse those trying and eventful
scenes, and to rescue from oblivion,
through the agency of memory, those
“times that tried men’s souls,” and record
them upon the scroll of fame. ’Tis not
the purpose of the writer to give a concise
history of the late General Walker, but
merely an imperfect sketch of his life and
character while in command of the Divi
sion to which be had the honor to belong.
He feels that to all Georgians his early lile
and brilliant military renown, acquired
during the Florida and Mexican wars, are
events that are engraved not only upon
the tablets of memory, but also recorded
and filed among the archives of the War
Department, and also of his native State,
which, as a token of her esteem and appre
ciation of the lustre he had shed upon her
diadem, presented him with an elegant
and costly sword. Few officers in the
short space of time which marked Scott’s
invasion of Mexico, acquit ed promotion
more rapidly, At the early stage of
events, in the fall of 1860, he declared
his intention; he pronounced his deter
mination to resign his position in the
United States army, and to tender his
sword to his Georgia, the home of his
birth, and the land of which he was ever
proud, and in whose interests, happiness,
and welfare he ever took an active and
lively part. Resigning his command in
the old army, he received the appoint
ment of Brigadier General in the Provi
sional Army of the Confederate States,
and was assigned to duty at Pensacola,
under Gen. Bragg. From this point he
was soon transferred to the theatre of
war in Virginia. He organized the splen
did brigade of Louisianians, and under his
leadership and command this brigade soon
became one of the finest body of men in
the service. The morale of this com
mand was unequalled and unsurpassed.
Whether President Davis did him an act
ot justice in depriving him of his com
mand—a command which he had organ
ized, and in which lie had taken so great
IBAffljfilM C!)lf
a pride, and appointing a Colonel, the
distinguished Lieut. Gen. Taylor to its
command —is not the place of the writer
to determine. Far be it from him to
point one arrow of detraction at the
many acts of him, who as our ‘‘fallen
chief” is ever entitled to the homage and
fealty of our hearts. Gen. Walker, how
ever, immediately resigned his commis
sion, and his loved State being threatened
with invasion, again tendered her his ser
vices. Gov. Brown, in an elegant and
graceful style, addressed him a compli
mentary letter, in which lie, as a high ap
preciation of his worth, offered him the
position of Brigadier General command
ing one of the brigades of Georgia State
troops, an offer he accepted. This
brigade lie soon made a model for appear
ance on drill, morale, and discipline, and
many of its regiments afterwards became
distinguished for their bravery. After
the disbandment of the State forces, the
General retired to bis own private family,
where for many months he resided, recu
perating from the effects of a severe spell
of pneumonia he had recently undergone.
His was a nature which could ill remain
idle, and, laying aside his personal feel
ings, ho accepted the command of a
brigade, composed of the 25th, 29th, and
30th Georgia regiments, 4th Louisiana
battalion, and Ist battalion Georgia
sharpshooters. In the Spring of 1863" he
was ordered to the Army of Mississippi,
under General Johnston. With his com
mand he was universally popular. The
troops soon learned to love him and ap
preciate his distinguished worth. Ah !
how does memory recall the “past,” sad
dened though it be. Wilson, Williams,
Tilton, Young, Mitchell, Lamb, Mang
ham, with his courtly bow and pleasant
smile, always as suave among those rough
scenes as in the parlor halls—Tilton ever
on the alert, the right man in the light
place—Boynton, ever prepared and
anxious to do his duty—Young, still and
quiet, but ever prepared with his fine
regiment—Mitchell, the favorite with all,
“the bravest of the brave”—Wilson and
Williams, respected for their bravery, in
telligence and worth—McHenry, with his
brave band of Louisianians, illustrating
the Creole State by their valor and
patriotism—Sehoup, with his fine bat
talion, ever in the van on the skirmish, or
where the danger was thickest, vicing
with generous rivalry with the other com
mands of the brigade—and “last, but not
least,” Lester, the übiquitous Lester, gen
erous to a fault and brave to rashness,
the little Adjutant, the favorite of all,
both officers and men, the pride and idol
of his regiment.
Soon after Gen. Walker’s arrival in
Mississippi, lie received the appointment
of Major General. His division endured
all the dangers, toils and privations of the
ever memorable campaign in Mississippi,
and, after the memorable campaign of
Grant had culminated in the surrender —
the disgraceful surrender—of that strong
hold of the West, they were called oil to
confront the advance of the Yankee army
(McPherson’s corps, if I mistake not.)
After the evacuation of Jackson, the
trqpps were all collected to test and recruit
at Morton. They were soon ordered to
report to Bragg, and, with their gallant
leader, reported for duty at Chattanooga
in time to participate in the series of
manoeuvres which terminated in the bril
liant and glorious victory of Chickamauga.
It is due to Wilson’s brigade of the
division, the honor of opening that great
battle. As they left to guard the ford
for the passage of the ordnance trains,
they were hastily put in for the aid of
Forrest’s cavalry, who were being hard
pressed by overwhelming numbers of the
enemy.
The “Old Brigade,” now commanded
by Colonel (afterwards General) Wilson,
gained fadeless laurels by its conduct
that day, nearly every field officer being
killed or wounded. The division partici
pated in both the engagements of the 19th
and 20th, losing heavily in men and
officers. Among those who fell on Sun
day was the gallant, noble, chivalric, and
accomplished Col. Peyton 11. Colquitt,
than whom a braver man will never draw
his sword in defence of his country. The
division formed a part of Hardee’s corps,
at the disastrous repulse at Missionary
Ridge, and, in the absence of Gen.
Walker, commanded by the brave Gen.
Gist, contributed greatly to check the
demoralization of that ill-fated field.
During the winter the army was reorgan
ized at Dalton, and, Gen. Wilson having
died, Gen. C. 11. Stevens was assigned to
the command of the “Old Brigade.” The
division then consisted of that, with the
brigades of Generals Gist and John K.
Jackson. During the Spring the fine
brigade of Gen. 11. W. Mercer was added.
The division engaged in all the heavy
skirmishing and fighting that marked the
campaign of 1804, from Dalton to At
lanta, and, on all occasions, Gen. Walker
and his faithful stall ever displayed that
high bravery and noble courage so typical
of the Southern soldier. ,We come now
to the saddest chapter in the history of
his life. On the 22d of July, 1864, Gen.
Hardee’s corps made a detour to the rear
and surprised the enemy. The enemy,
although surprised, fought nobly. Our
men charged, aud in the charge General
Walker lost his life. The 24th South
Carolina, Gist’s brigade, were suffering
from the effects ot a fire which threaten
ed to annihilate them. Riding amidst
the iron hail and attended by his staff, he
complimented them upon their bravery,
saying : “Soldiers: remember Stevens!
(their former Colonel and the brigade
commander of his old command, who bad
been mortally wounded on the 20th.)
Remember him! One more charge, ani
the day is won ! Follow me!” With a
wild cheer those gallant men responded.
With a clarion voice and majestic mien,
\\ alker leads in the incarnation of vic
tory; his beautiful grey mare falls, and,
springing to bis feet, lie, too, is shot down,
to rise, alas ! no more. The fight is won,
but, alas ! how costly a sacrifice has been
offered on our country’s altar. With
the death of Walker, the brigades of the
division were nil assigned to other com
mands in the Army of Tennessee, and
the “old division” broken np—General
11. R. Jackson, the successor to Stevens,
being assigned to Bates’ division ; Gen!
Gist to Cheatham; Gen. Mercer to Cle
burne. The regiments of Jackson’s
(John K.) were all placed in other com
mands—General J. having been assigned
to the command of a distnet in Florida.
Os Gen. Walker’s character, a few
words from one of the command may not
be deemed inappropriate. Few com
manders enjoyed the love and esteem of
his men more than he, and it was due to
his care and attention of them. The com
missariat was always, by his direction,
well supplied, and they well fed and pro
vided for. Although amidst the rough
scenes of the camp, he never forgot the
gentleman when acting the part of the
soldier. The courtesies of life were
never forgotten or ignored, and the Gen
eral could entertain his guests with a
courtly grace at his “headquarters in the
field, ’as in parlor halls. One prominent
trait in his character was his high appre
ciation and deference to the female sex
No one had a more exalted opinion of
their virtues, excellence, and moral and
intellectual worth than he. As an execu
tive officer, he had not his superior, and
few equals. “ Walker is there; ” meant
that that portion of the line was intended
to be held.
“Y ith Walker or Cleburne on either
flank, and Cheatham in the centre, I will
hold any place,” Gen. Hardee is reported
to have said. For bravery the name of
Walker was a synonym. No fewer than
eight or ten wounds had he received in
his military career. Os the old division
only one of the former Brigadier Geuerals
now are living—Gen. Mercer, of Savan
nah. Gist fell at Franklin, Tenn., Ste
vens, around Atlanta, and John K. Jack
son died soon after the surrender. Wil
son, Williams, Smith, Lamb, Henderson,
Spencer. Moore, Overstreet, Harvey,
Holcombe, and mazy others. Many of
its “unknown and unhonored” dead
members of the command are now silent
sleepers.
“They have fought their last fight, they
have won their last battle,” and the silent
sleeper still sleeps the sleep that “knows
no waking.” The cause for which they
yielded their life's blood is lost, but en
shrined within the hearts of their surviv
ing comrades will ever be the memory of
their lofty courage and devoted heroism.
With the chief who once led them to bat
tle, they sweetly, quietly rest 'neath the
sod they died to defend. With them
life’s battle is over—“the battle fought,
the victory won.”
“Whether in the crowded hall,
Or in the battle grand,
The noblest place for man to die
Is when he dies for man.
“On Fame’s eternal camping ground,
Their silent tents are spread,
And glory guards with stately round,
The bivouac of the dead.”
Os him who once led them to battle
we will say—
“We tell his fate without a sigh,
For he is Freedom’s now and Fame’s,
One of the immortal names,
That were not born to die.”
Comrades of the old division, you who
have survived the loss of your chieftain
and your brother soldiers, pause as your
eye glances over these pages, written “in
memoriaui” of them ; and to their memory
pay a passing tribute—the tribute of a
passing sigh. Thf.o. 11. Winn.
Baler Cos., O'a., Avg. 17, 1567.
A monument to the memory of Bellini
is to be erected in Cantania, the birth
place of the composer.
The bronze statue of Everett, in Bos
ton, is to be made to tace the south, and
to have anew pedestal.
LITERARY AND ART ITEMS.
From the X. O. Pioiyune and other sources.
Albert D. Richardson’s “Personal
History of General Grant,” is ready for
publication. Col. Henry t’. Deming,
military Mayor of this city during the
Butler regime, and Mr. Dana of the New
lork Sun, are also engaged upon “lives”
of Grant, Hon. G. W. Paschal, of Texas,
.ms just published an annotated edition of
the Inked States Constitution. It is
brimful of Federalist heresies. Gen. D.
11. Hill is now sole proprietor of “The
Land We Love.” Major Gen. Cullum
Mill soon publish, at his own expense a
“Register of the West Point Graduates,”
in two large octavo volumes, and com
prising about twenty-five hundred biogra
phical sketches.
A monthly magazine will shortly be
started in Nashville by John Friswell A
Cos. Thomas Dunn English offers 850 to
any one who will prove he did not write
“Ben Bolt. ’ Frederick S. Cozzens has
published his “Memorial” of Ilalleck, a
paper read before the N. Y. Historical
Society. On the occasion of the recent
sale ot a copy of Eliot’s “Indian Bible,”
the statement was made that probably no
man in New England could read it or
pronounce its title. This, says ail ex
change, is a mistake. Mr. Trumbull, State
Librarian of Connecticut, who purchased
the volume, is an accomplished Algon
quil scholar, and has read the whole of the
“Indian Bible” and all Eliot’s other In
dian books, and has prepared a manuscrip
dictionary of their multifarious centipeda
lian agglutinizations.
Longfellow is writing anew poem
Mrs. Coleman is engaged on the biography
of her father, the late Hon. J. J. Critten
den. Correspondents are requested to
address her at Baltimore. A fourth vol
ume of Everett’s speeches will shortly be
published Swinburne is styled by the
Tomahawk the author of “Un-Cbaste
lard.” English papers announce the
death of Rev. Chauncev Hare Townsend
and Mr. Eyrie Evans Crowe. The first
figured more than a quarter of a century
ago as a minor poet and dilletante author,
being also a colleague of Macaulay, Praed
and other young men of genius of those
days. Mr. Crowe was for many years
prominent in periodical literature. Also
wrote several novels and works of travel,
but is more widely known by his “History
Franee.” His London publisher announces
that Walt. Whitman’s forthcoming edition
of his poems is “in better consecutive or
der, with many newer pieces, including
anew part or collection, in which he has
practically carried out a long nourished
design in depicting the element in the
character and personality which is con
sidered by him accessory to the complete
ness of his work. ”
An exhibition of Dore’s works will
shortly be opened in London. Among
the works to be exhibited, is “The Tri
umph of Christianity or the Downfall
of Paganism.” A writer says of this
painting : “It may be said to consist of
two distinct phases. The central figure
in the upper section stands the Saviour,
holding a cross, the figure almost lost in a
flood of glory, encircled by winged angels
and by the glorified spirits of the re
deemed. In presence of the Christian
Itevelation, Paganism sinks to the deepest
abyss of darkness and oblivion. On the
left, as it were, of the lower section of
the picture, Africa, with her heathen gods,
the bull Apis and his adepts; toward the
centre, Asia, and the god Dagon ; the
Babylonish divinities Baal, Nimrod, the
Assyrian hulls, the gods of India, are all
precipitated into the boundless sea of
gloom and shame. Jupiter and the Gre
cian divinities recede in the distance on
the right, and on the left the gods of the
North, Thor, Odin, etc., and the Druid
priesthood, gradually vanish from sight.'’
American Books Published in 18G7.
—The American Publisher and Pool
seller says that there were published in
this country last vear, 1,773 books.
From this number are excluded 335
pamphlets, 11 new periodicals, 5 maps,
and a large number of reprints of Eng
lish and foreign works. Including all
these, the total was 2,1*25. Os the whole
number, 385 were for young people.
Classified according to subjects, 711 were
fictions; 258 related to religion and the
ology; 107 to history: 120 were poeti
cal; 121 legal; 70 medical; 74 were
narratives of travel and geographical
treatises; 80 belonged to the department
of helles-letters; 31 to that of fine arts ;
142 were devoted to the mechanics and
useful arts ; 32 to social sciences; 75 to
education; 17 to amusements; 25 to
philosophy and morals ; 21 are indirectly
set down as scientific ; 33 discussed the
question of government; biography and
genealogy included 103 works; learned
literature, 25: there were 11 new periodi
cals started, and 34 publications described
as “other books,” were issued.
Mr. Hazlitt is engaged oa a work on
Charles and Mary Lamb.
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