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L. T BLOME & CO.,
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Agents Wanted. —We want Agents
in all parts of the country—good, relia
ble, active men, who will take an in
terest in extending the circulation of
The Banner of the South.
Answers to Enigmas. — We have re
ceived several answers to last week’s En
igmas, all of which are correct.
Special Notice. —Father llyan ear
nestly requests that all business letters
in regard to the Banner of the South,
be directed to the Publishers, as he has
not the time to devote to their considera
tion ; and that only contributions to the
journal he sent to him. His other duties,
so many and pressing, do not give him
time to answer half the communications
he daily receives.
Information Wanted. —Of Mrs. Na
thaniel Marks, maiden name Annie Shaw,
of the city of Dublin, Ireland. Came to
America (New York) about four years
ago, a few days after marriage. When
last heard from was living in East Thirty
third street, New York City. Left New
YYrk about February, 1866, it is believed
to go South. Should this meet the eye of
any person knowing Mr. or Mrs. Marks, by
calling their attention to it they will con
fer a lasting favor on a sorrowing family.
Any information respecting them will be
thankfully received by her (Mrs. Marks')
brother. William Shaw,
376 Cherry street, N. Y.
Catholic Sunday School Pic-Nic. — j
The children of the St. Patrick Sunday j
School had a very pleasant Pic-Nic at i
Schu tz’s Hill on Thursday last. The |
day was a beautiful one, and, under the ;
excellent management of the zealous |
teachers, all seemed to enjoy themselves ;
greatly. W e wish our young friends !
many happy returns of this joyous season, j
As Father Ryan very justly observed, on
Sunday last, they have been good chil- ;
dren and attentive Sunday School sehol- !
ars, and so they deserved the pleasure j
that was given them, and will, we hope, :
continue to deserve praise in the future,
as they have in the past.
Burke’s Weekly. —This is the title of
a neatly printed and interesting journal
for children, published weekly, at Macon,
Ga., by J- W. Burke & Go., at $2,00 per
year, in advance, or three copies for $5.
It is also published iu monthly parts. The
new volume begins in duly, with in
creased attraction.
Our Editor. — We hope we may be
pardoned, if. once in a while, we publish
one of the many complimentary notices
given by the Press to Father Ryan. One
of these is from the Richmond (Va.)
Southern Opinion :
“ Rev. Father Ryan, the priest, poet,
and editor, of Georgia, spent last Sabbath
in Richmond, preaching at the Cathedral
in the morning and St. Patrick's in the
afternoon. The previous announcement
that he was to officiate filled both sanctua
ries to their capacity.
In stature, Father Ryan is slight, fea
tures pale and delicate; hair long and
brown, and combed back from the tem
ples. As an orator, he is earnest, elo
quent and poetical, with a most remarka
ble flow of chaste and melodious language.
His voice is clear, musical and ringing—
calculated to captivate the listener. He
docs not become the priestly robe in ap
pearance, like Bishop McGill; lacks port
and stature; but in conducting the ser
vices, he impresses the audience that he
is terribly iu earnest.
AMERICA’S GLORY AND AMERICA’S
SHAME.
There was a time in the world’s his
tory when to be called "a Roman Citizen”
was to share the proudest of human titles,
was to hold the best passport to human
honor and respect everywhere. And so,
too, in the world’s history, there was a
time when to be called an American Citi
zen was to share the proudest of human
titles and to hold the best and surest
passport to honor and respect abroad. But,
alas ! “time changes, and with it all things
change.” Human glory and human
greatness have hut a transitory existence,
and are succeeded by human infamy and
human shame. Republics and Empires
alike crumble into dust and pass away,
and only what is good or had of them
lives to bless or curse their memories.
Rome, with all its glory and greatness,
fell bv the hands of fanaticism and cor.
ruption, Its shame equalled its glory—
its corruption surpassed its virtues—and
it lives to day only in the broken columns,
and ruined temples, and crumbling walls,
of its once grand and magnificent archi
tecture. And, so, too, the American Re
public, with all of its glory and greatness,
has fallen by the hands of fanaticism and
corruption, and is living to-day only in
the crumbling ruins of its broken Consti
tution and its shattered liberties. The
principles for which its founders fought
and bled are forgotten or remembered
only to bo trampled upon, while tyranny
and injustice sit in the high places to
mock the sufferings and ruin of an un
happy people and a desolated land.
One of the glories of our country—and
its chiefest glory—was the sovereignty of
the people. Congress was the creation of
that sovereignty, and but gave expres
sion and force to its wib, constitutionally
and freely expressed. To-day.that Con
gress—so-called—holds despotic sway over
that sovereignty, laughs the Constitution
and freedom to scorn, and fastens upon
the people of ten States of these once
United States n despotism more galling
than the despotisms of Poland, and of
Ireland—a despotism of shoedder straps
and bayonets : -.nd declares that under
this despotism its will is the law and
must he obeyed.
Still, fearing to test its powers k>o
strongly at the first, that corrupt body of
venal politicians must needs give a sem
blance of justice, a show of const i tut ion
aity to their illegal acts. Hence, under
this despotism they proclaim elections and
order conventions to frame constitutions,
and yet so disfranchise and so arrange
that their will shall be fulfilled and their
principles established.
In the past week this—we might call
it farce, if it were not too sad a thing to
call a farce—shame of the Republic was
presented to the gaze of the world. An
election to decide whether a State Consti-
tution for Georgia should be adopted or
rejected, and for State and county offi
cers, was held throughout the State.
Around the ballot-box armed men stood,
with bayoaets fixed, and hordes of colored
Republicans gathered about the precincts,
threatening with vengeance dire all of
their race who dared to exercise the right
which “freedom”—unhappy freedom !
had given them. Illegal oaths were
thrust at challengers who had not bowed
their neck to the so-called Congress; and
everything that could intimidate the Con
servative element, or advance the interests
of the opposition resorted to by those in
power. Oh !it was a sad spectacle ; and
honest men and true patriots could but
weep for their country’s departed glory,
and blush for their country’s shame. But
the scene has passed ; it has gone with
the multitude of yesterdays which have
passed away for ever ; and its results,
good or bad, are with the present and the
future.
The freedom and purity of the ballot
box have been destroyed. Military des
potism and Congressional dictation have
taken their place. The one was Ameri
ca’s ihiefest glory : the other her chiefest
shame. The glory has departed—the
shame still exists. It is with the Ameri
can people to wipe out the one and restore
the other. Will they do it ? We “pause
for a reply.”
French papers mention an unusual activi
ty in the silk business at Lyons.
MEMORIAL CELEBRATION IN AUGUSTA.
Monday last, April 27th, the day
set apart this year for the floral tribute
to the Confederate dead in the Augusta
Cemetery, was a sad and gloom} 7 looking
day. Nature seemed, indeed, to accord
with the “ soul’s sadness,” and dropped,
now and then, her jeweled tears to the
memory of the gallant “ sleepers in the
dust.” The “ Lost Cause,” and its sad
but cherished memories, came vividly back
once more to the hearts of countless
mourners, and a thousand prayers went
up to Heaven for the noble dead, and a
thousand blessings went down with count
less flowers upon their silent graves.
Four o’clock was the hour appointed
for the decoration of the graves, bat seve
ral repaired to the Cemetery at a much
earlier hour. At the appointed time,
however, theic was an immense concourse
of ladies and gentlemen, boys, and girls,
and even some of the colored people, who
came to share in the beautiful tribute of
respect and love. The floral display was
very beautiful, and the arrangement of
the flowers upon the graves neat and
tasteful—-just as it had to be when woman’s
hands were at work. There were crosses,
and stars, Confederate flags, and hearts,
wreaths and garlands, bouquets and single
flowers, and evergreens, in profusion; and
as they lay upon the clean, silent houses
of the dead, between the long rows of
white head-hoards, the scene was beauti
ful iu the extreme. There was no music,
no speaking, no noisy demonstration.
Perhaps it was best—best that the tribute
should be a quiet and a silent one—
because the heart was too sad for ut
terance, too sad for attention to mere
words. And so, when the offe rings
were laid upon the graves of the dead
heroes, the concourse retired sadly and
quietly, as they had coine. And so
passed off this Memorial Day in Augusta.
God bless our women and children! TLty
will keep alive the memories of the past;
and though no marble monument or gilded
shrine shall mark the last resting places
of the Martyred Dead, their names and
their deeds shall be kept evergreen in
the hearts of our women and children.
To these, therefore, we are willing to
commit the glories, and the deeds, and
the sacrifices of the “Lost Cause.” And
so doing, we venture to suggest the or
ganization of a Ladies’ Memorial Associa
tion for each city and county in the State;
and also that a day be fixed for the
floral celebration throughout the South.
In conclusion, we append the following
poein, written by a young lady of this
city, for the Augusta Chronicle & Sentinel ,
as appropriate to the occasion :
Suggested by the Custom of Strewing our
Soldiers’ Craves with Flowers.
BY ANNIE R. BLOUNT.
Strew those dear graves thickly over,
Every sacred earth-mound eover;
Son and brother, frieud and lover
Sleeping there.
Matrons! maids! theSouth’schaste daugh
ters,
Bring to all our sainted martyrs
Offerings rare;
The very fairest llowers that bloom,
To deck each hallowed soldier’s tomb!
Violet, rose, and morning glory,
Though they say “memento muri,”
Also tell the pleasing story
Os the time to come;
Where no clamor rude of battle,
Sabres clash, and cannon’s rattle,
Sound of life or drum,
Shall disturb the quiet air—
All is peace and beauty there!
Bring your laurels, lilies, roses,
Bind them into sweetest posies,
Strew them, where in death reposes,
The dear precious dust.
Os our nraves, the true and knightly—
O’er each hallowed grave tread light!} 7 ,
’Tis a sacred trust.
Thus to scatter liowers above
Lowly graves of those we love!
“Stonewall”—bra vest of “The Immortals,”
Passed triumphant through Heaven’s por
tals,
Lilies for thee, Christian warrior!
And a cedar spray.
Ashby ! Stuart! Pelham !—glorious
Braves, who led your hosts victorious
Through the deadly fray—
Strew we here blush-rose of Mav,
Eglantine and fadeless bay.
Morgan! Cleburne! Zollicoffer!
What sweet spring- flowers shall we offer
Which are worthiest of the proffer
To thy memories?
We will strew o’er thy still bosoms,
Spring time’s sweetest, choicest blossoms,
The fair Kleur-de lis
“Emblems of true knighihood’s pride”
With the amaranth side by side.
But how vain the task to number
Our immortal braves, who slumber !
And yet, like no vague penumbra
They before me rise.
Clad in robes of snowy whiteness,
With a more than mortal brightness,
Pass my yearning eyes
Those who’ve stacked their arms forever,
Those who’ve crossed the shining river !
Ah! the South’s warm heart embraces
Each of these dear fallen faces,
Asleep in hallowed r- sting places
Marked, “Con federate dead.”
All, bright jewels of that Nation,
Perished from the fair creation
head
Slumbers olt ’ncath some white stone
Bearing that sad word, “unknown !”
What though weak gave up to stronger
In brute force—forgive the wronger—
Though our banner float no longer,
But is sadly pressed
To some still dead heart that bore it
Proudly through the tight now o’er it
That cold, pulseless breast—
Lies the Banner, sadly furled,
That once claimed homage of a world !
Scatter llowers, each “last home” over,
Every soldier’s earth-mound cover,
Son, and brother, friend and lover,
Sweetly resting here:
Each “somebody’s darliug” sleeping;
Far or near, some heart is weeping
For each grave so dear
Holds somebody's love and pride—
All are ours, for us they died !
On tins one day, set apart,
The whole South mourns as with one
heart!
Augusta, Ga., April, 18GS.
THE VOICE OF THE PEOPLE.
It is exceedingly gratifying to receive
the approval of our friends, and, particu
larly so, to learn that the “Lost Cause” has
so many warm friends at the North. We
give below 7 a number of extracts from
Northern and Southern letters received
at this office, which, we are sure, will
please our readers, as they have pleased
us :
Sf.dalia, Mo.
* * * May God bless and
prosper your undertaking is the prayer
of thousands of us, who yet cling with
affectionate, though saddened hearts, to
“the Conquered Banner.”
Samuel’s Depot, Ky.
* * * I will try to raise a
club for the Banner, as there are several
in this section who, like myself, fought
four years lor the Lost Cause, and feel an
interest in keeping up its traditions.”
Brownsville, Tenn.
* * * But of one thing I am
certain ; the author of “the Conquered
Banner” can never prove recreant to “the
Lost Cause,” nor permit defamation of our
glorious dead to pass umebuked and un
refuted.
St. Francis’ Seminary, (
Francis Station, Wisconsin. (
* * * I feel assured your
subscribers in this section will soon reach
a goodly number, despite that anti-South
ern prejudice, which, happily, is waning
fist, as reason, less cntrammeled by pre
judice, bows acknowledgment to the
sacred term, “Right.”
Logansport, Ind.
* *- * Like yourself I was
born and reared under the warm, genial
sun of the Southern States, and, like your
self, all my sympathies are, and long
have been, enlisted for that holy, hut lost
cause. It was in my Southern home
that I heard the pathetic air of “the Con
quered Banner,” written by your power
ful pen. It was in my Southern home
that I heard the touching words of “In
Memoriam,” read to several Southern
youth by a brave Colonel ot the L» ."t
Cause.” Oh! what feeling he betrayed
as the solemn words followed each other,
and how he blessed the mighty pen of
Father Ryan, as ho finished. Could any
one hear those words without feeling a
sympathy for the Southern cause ? I dare
say not.”
Millington, Kent Cos., Md.
* * * And as I happen to be
one that believes in the justice of t:ie
cause of the South, I ask that you send
me a specimen number ot your paper,
etc.
Mobile, Ala.
* * * Not being yet so loyal
as to forget my soldier life under the
“stars and bars,” I think I shall like your
paper.
St. Louis, Mo.
* * * I read your inaugural,
copied from the advanced sheets. The
tone is truly noble, and the theme is the
sentiment of the Southern heart.
Hudson, Mich.
* * * We have just had our
Spring election in this State, and the re
sult shows that our Republican friends do
not wish to accept the poor, unfortunate
negro, whom they have used, in social or
political equality. You are, no doubt,
aware that anew Constitution for this
State was presented for the acceptance
or rejection of the people on the 6th inst.
It was rejected by a large majority. * *
The spirit of wisdom, prudence, justic e and
charity, be with you. Equal Rights.
Sing Sing, N. Y.
* * * We read your admira
ble introductory, reprinted in the N. Y,
Freemans Journal, we need not say,
with delight, as meeting a response in our
own hearts, and ask the privilege of en
rolling ourselves among your readers.
Maysville, Ky
* * * lam one of those who
served in Gen. Jno. H. Morgan’s cavalry,
and who believe as you do, that wc
fought for the right, and therefore am not
ashamed to read the Banner of the
South. I am a convert to the Catholic
Church, and feel that I cannot do better
than become a subscriber to your paper.
* Hoping that you may be spared
to a good old age to speak for our
Church, and the poor South, is the prayer
of, &c.
Sturgeon, Boone Cos., Mo.
* * * May God bless and
prosper your undertaking.
New Madrid, Mo.
* * * ’Tis just the paper I
want. * * * lam a Catholic
and a Rebel. You are vindicating our
cause in the right way.
[From a Lady.
Oxford, Butler Cos., Ohio.
* * * I wish success to you
and your paper.
Carlinsvtlle, 111.
* * * Wishing your paper
and our cause all the success they so
really deserve, I subscribe myself, &e,
New York City.
* * * My brother * *
has sent me a number of your paper
which I have read with a great deal of
interest, and am so well pleased with it
that I would like to get it regularly.
* With my best wishes
for your success, Ac.
Perryyille, Ya.
* * * Your poems have
touched the hearts of all in this battle
scarred portion of the Once beautiful vu
ey, feeling, as we all do, that one friei and
iu adversity is worth a score under other
circumstances.