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Where is the Rebel Fatherland ?
A Song—to the air of “ National Song of Germany.”
HY MRS M. J. T.
I.
Whore is the Rebel Fatherland ?
Is’t Maryland ? dear Maryland ?
The laud of Carrol 1 Thomas I Kane!
McHenry’s walls and dungeon chains ?
Chorus —Oh no ! oh no ! oh no ! no, no.
Our Fatherland’s not bounded so.
ii.
Where is the Rebel Fatherland?
la’tVirginia? dear motherland!
Where every vale’s a soldier’s grave,
WTtio died Ids native land to save ?
Chorus— Oh no !oh no! oh no! Ac.
in.
Where is the Rebel Fatherland ?
Is’t Carolina ? Georgia’s strand ?
Is’t Florida, with summer bloom ?
Or that which holds brave Morgan’s tomb?
Chorus— Oh no !ohuo ?oh no! Ac .
IV.
Where is the Rebel Fatherland ?
Is’t Louisiana’s tropic land ?
The land which guards our Allen’s grave,
And Dreux, who loved, but could not save.
Chorus —Oh no ! oh no ! oh no ! Ac.
v.
Where is the Rebel Fatherland?
Is't Mississippi's glorious land ?
Or Alabama’s faithful breast,
On which her bloody dead do rest t
Chorus —Oh no! oh no! oh no ! Ac.
VI.
Where is the Rebel Fatherland?
Is’t Arkansas ? or Missouri land ?
Lands still in blood and tears baptized !
Where every breeze bears groans and sighs ?
Chorus —Oh no ! oh no ! oh no! Ac.
VII.
Where is the Rebel Fatherland ?
Is’t Tennessee, the oppressed land ?
Where angels watch Zollicoffer’s tomb.
And shuddering whisper Brownlow’s doom ?
Chorus —Oh no ! oh no ! oh no! Ac.
VIII.
Where is the Rebel Fatherland ?
Is’t Texas land—tho Lone Star land?
The land of Wharton, Johnston, llood !
Goliad and where the Alamo stood ?
Chorus—Oh no! oh no ! oh no ! Ac.
IX.
This is the Rebel Fatherland ?
Oh God in heaven bless this land !
All lands o’er which the Blue Cross waved,
Where patriots bold the invaders braved.
Chorus— This is our land, our Fatherland !
This is the Rebel Fatherland !
x.
Where “ Boys in Grey” fill martyr grave,
From Chesapeake to Tampa’s wave;
From where the hoarse Atlantic roars
To Rio Grande’s quiet shores.
Chorus — This is our land, our Southern land,
This, this our own dear Fatherland.
[For the Banner of the South.]
OUR DEAD,
Father Evan :
The anniversary of “The Feast of
Flowers” is lapidly approaching. Tdo
not mention the fact thus formally, doubt
ing for a moment that you or our noble
Sist.ers, have it not in grateful remem
berance ; but simply as a plea to suggest
that some action be taken this year for
its uniform and appropriate celebration
throughout the South for all time to
come. A similar suggestion was brought
to bear last year, but too late probably,
or not sufficiently general, to secure any
decided interest.
It may not be convenient or equally
opportune for all localities to obseive the
same clay—for instance, the day that
would be most favorable for Savannah or
Charleston or Augusta, Mobile or New
Orleans might not suit t/ie season of other
places of a higher latitude, where nature
would be ice-bound, and the human
faculties in full sympathy. We all know
that gonial suns and opening flowers
invite and attune the mind to fuller
enjoyments; and for such and other
reasons, it is advised that an effort be
made to group all into one common scries
of succeeding weeks, until the whole
present a gcorgeous chain of floral links,
that shall yearly grace the graves
of Southland's warrior-dead ! There
could easily be appointed separate but
stated days for all sections, whose con
geniality of climate corresponds. A
particular day is not so much the point
for agreement as that the observance of
the Feast be annual and regularly
recurrent at all the places calling for it;
and these might properly be left for each
locality to adopt, as nature offers her
varied contributions. Such prolongation
moreover, would be but an echoing of
the Festival, subserving withal, another
purpose, if such should be desirable—
the going from one celebration to another,
mingling and intensifying the feelings of
different communities in the same glorious
aud joyous devotion.
ft coincide with these views,
please give such comments as will better
enlist attention and timely prepare the
public mind for decisive action. lam
not aware that any concert has been
proposed or revived in any quarter, to
facilitate or organize upon the hint thrown
outlast year, but am quite sure it would
command very general co-operation; and,
us a pour tribute to that Flag which
accompanied our heroes and went down
with their bodies, I ask the insertion of
the following lines. They were suggested
by that beautiful print, and appended
distich, published, last year, by the Na
tional Photograph Company, engraved
by J.C. M’Kae, N. Y., and inscribed
“IN MEMORI AM.”
“ j he roarrior’s banner takes its fight
To greet the warrior’s soul” —
Upward and on—like meteor bright,
It gains the heav’nly goal.
Welcome immortal, battle-sheet!
The eager thousands cry :
Trampled on earth by tyrant’s feet
We’ll furl thee in the sky.
Thy broken staff—thy tatter’d field,
As Freedom’s cause, are vain;
Thy Cross and Stars alone may shield
The glories of the slain.
Oh, Earth ! lament thy slaughtered dead—
Goutemn each tyrant’s crest:
Legions! press where we have bled,
And Hope in God the rest.
Fidus Achates.
March 300, 1869.
THE CONFEDERATE DEAD.
Messrs. Anson Nelson A Cos., real es
tate agents of this city, on yesterday
concluded a satisfactory contract with
the lady managers of the Tennessee Me
morial Association, having their head
quarters in this city, for the purchase at
very reasonable terms of one of the most
eligible sites in Mount Olivet Cemetery,
three miles from the city on the Lebanon
turnpike, to be used expressly for re-in
terment of the remains of all Confederate
soldiers buried in the immediate vicinity
of Nashville. The site selected in this
beautiful necropolis of the dead, is nearly
if not quite located in the very centre ot
the original design of Mount Olivet.
The extent of the property affords
ample space for the sepulture ot two
thousand bodies; this number, it is true,
is greater than are buried immediately
around Nashville, but the project evinces
a commendable and liberal spirit in the
ladies having the purchase in charge,
and will avoid the unsightly crowding
that characterises so many Diirial places.
It is intended to employ artificial labor
and ingenuity in arranging the site. The
central point is to be elevated above the
remainder, and will have a pleasing
slope to its outer edge or circumference.
The mounds will be arranged in lines
and diverging foot-paths, l ordered with
flowers, and perennial grass will pass
between them. On the. outer edge or
border will be an elegant avenue intended
as a carriage-way, twenty feet in breadth,
and to be bordered on either side with
a row of ornamental magnolia trees,
evergreens, etc. In the centre of this
miniature mountain, ample room will be
left for the erection of a suitable monu
ment or memorial in alter years.
Messrs. Nelson A Cos., have agreed to
arrange the ground for the reception ot
the remains, and as it will then become
a portion of Mount Olivet Cemetery, will
hereafter keep it in good order, thereby
forever dispelling an}’speculations regard
ing neglect or inattention, 100 much
praise cannot be bestowed on the thought
ful and provident ladies ot Nashville and
elsewhere engaged in the movement.
They have but one other obligation to
perform —the re-interment of the remains
—and all is done. Once entombed in a
final resting place so sweet and accepta
ble, no other duty will have to be per
formed toward the gallant dead, save
the enshrinement in our memories of
their noble deeds, for danger and death
have ridden unbridled over their breasts,
aud the mouldering holocaust claims, aye,
demands the sweetest remembrances.
Here youth and chivalry, undying faith
and lofty valor meet and mingle dust
with dust, aud when the lovely spring
flowers bloom, thither should the noble
daughters who have selected this shrine
repair, and like the fair Ophelia, strew
ing their graves with flowers, say :
“ There’s pansies, that’s for remembrance.
PARENTAL DEVOTION.
For a couple of weeks there has been
present in our city an aged couple from
the State of Wisconsin, the object of
whose visit is to search for the resting
place of a loved son who fell whilst gal
lantly battling for the “Lost Cause.”
That son, though not a native ot the
South, saw something in the cause of the
Southron that appealed to the nobleness
of his nature, aud being at tho beginning
of the war in Kentucky, went promptly
to the front, and at the time of his death
was in command of a company in the Fifth
Tennessee Infantry.
At the sanguinary struggle on the
heights of Resaca, in 1864, when Sher
man’s army was advancing on Atlanta,
he was killed, and being conspicuous,
both for gallantry on the field, and for
those noble qualities which make up the
true man , he was so endeared to his com
rades in arms that his body was sent to
this city for a more satisfactory sepul
ture than could be had at Resaca in the
face of an enemy. The name of that
gallant officer was Captain J. D. Ward,
of Berlin, Wisconsin, and it gives us more
than ordinary pleasure to make this brief
tribute tu his memory, that his distant
Mils® m 3ES 801 m,
friends, differing as they do with us po
litically, may know in what high regard
we hold the glorious record ot the
stranger youth that came among us in
an hour of peril, and in defence of what
he conceived to be the right, crimsoned
our soil with his life’s blood How
painful the thought, that far from friends
and home he breathed his last, and by
stranger bands was hurried into the
silent tomb, but a devoted lather and
bereaved mother have at length found
all that remains of their loved one, and
with loving hands will convey the bones
of their boy back to the scenes ot his
youth. Mr. Ward had some difficulty in
determining which was the grave, so
numerous are the unmarked in our Ceme
tery, but, after a careful scrutiny of
some days, was fortunate in discovering
in the faint tracings on a head-board, the
name of his brave boy, and in exhuming
the remains, was gratified to find that he
had been put away with more than usual
care. He was carefully wrapped in a
Confederate Captain’s uniform, anu though
time had worn from the frail mortality
every ordinary sign of recognition, the
penetrating glance of a father’s eye was
able to determine in an instant that the
form of his son was before him! We
shall not attempt to picture that scene of
a father over his long lost : or to speak
of the emotions of that mother, who had
not strength to visit the spot, but waited
in her chamber for the result.
Captain Ward’s remains were placed
in a box and sent to Berlin by Express,
while the sorrowing parents, their mis
sion of parental devotion at an end,
have followed. There is much connected
with this incident of which we will not
speak; but we would have it known to
those in the distant North and 4\ est, who
think and speak harshly of us, that we
have hearts to feel for their griefs, (theirs
being but an atom compared to our own,)
a warm welcome to such as may come
among us, and if we couid but know
each other better, a happy reconciliation
of the differences which now estrange
the North and the South might be brought
about. —Atlanta Constitution.
Death of a Gallant Soldier. —It be
comes our painful duty to'chronicle the
death of a gallant soldier of the late
army of the Confederate States. Mr.
Patrick Murphy is off duty forever.
Death has stricken his name oft'of the
earthlv roll and ordered him to join that
noble band of heroes and martyrs that
have gone before.
The deceased died yesterdy, being
thirty years of age. He became a mem
ber of the Montgomery Guards, of the
Ist Regiment Georgia \oluntcers, early
in the" war, and was with the Company
when it was stationed at Fort Pulaski.
Early in 1862 communication between
the fort and the city was cut off by the
Federal forces occupying the harbor.
Mr. Murphy’s knowledge of the river
was brought into requisition, and in a
smal boat he freqently passed through
the pickets of the fleet and blockading
batteries carrying important matter to
and fro. On onu occasion, just before
the fort fell (11th of April, 1862,) he was
observed by the Federals and fired into.
He succeeded in reaching the shore. He
determined to gain the fort with the im
portant matter with which he had been
entrusted, and by wading and swimming
succeeded in arriving near the fort on
the third day after his departure from
Savannah, but so great had been his ex
posure and exertions that he fell exhaus
ted, and had to be taken up by the
garrison and carried into the fort, where
he laid on a sick bed for some time.
When the fort was captured he, with the
rest of the garrison, had to undergo most
rigorous imprisonment. The constitu
tion of the deceased was entirely shat
tered by it, and on his exchange he was
disharged from the army as unfit for
duty. Since then he has been gradually
wasting away, until death has
him from his sufferings. His remains
will be interred to-day, High Mass being
celebrated at the St John’s Cathedral at
10 A. M.— Savannah News April 0.
“May the sod rest lightly o’er his grave.”
To the Women os the South’— l lie
ladies of the Confederate Memorial As
sociation of Lynchburg, A irginia, would
respectfully call the attention of their
sisters of the Southern States to the fact
that several thousands soldiers Irorn the
various States, are buired in the Ceme
tery of that city, and earnestly solicit
their assistance in tho work they have
undertaken, of erecting a suitable monu
ment to their memory, ihe Lynchburg
Association has already enclosed the
Cemetery, turfed the graves, and is now
collecting a sum to detray the expense es
the monuments. impoverished
condition of the people ol \ irginia, pre
vents their caring for the graws ot the
Confederate Dead, who repose in the soil
in the manner they desire, and they con
fidently appeal to the women ut tiie
.South, to contribute to their holy work.
Any donations may be sent to either of
the undersigned officers of the Associa
tion.
Mrs. A. F. Bocock, President.
Miss Carrie M. Warwick. Secretary,
Memorial Association of Lynchburg, Va.
We trust the obove appeal will meet
with a generous response in this State.
All Southern papers please copy.
Arrival of General Early.—
General Jubal A. Early, one of the brav
est and noblest of those whose swords
were drawn in defense of the South and
her rights, arrived in the city yesterday
morning from Baltimore. He is the
rjuest of his brother, Captain Sam. Henry
Earl}’. The General, we learn, is in ex
cellent health and condition. During
the day he was called on by many of
his former friends and comrades in arms.
He did not appear on the streets. —
Lynchburg {Va.) Republican , 30 th.
General Breckinridge is the recepient
of the heartiest welcomes wherever he
goes throughout his noble and gallant
State, and this not alone from his politi
cal friends, but from many of opposite
politics. It is evident that so far as his
former opponents are concerned, they
regard the war as over, and are deter
mined not only to have peace, but to
live in friendly relations with brave
men against whom they were once ar
rayed in deadly conflict.
ADMIRAL SEMMES 5 TRIBUTE TO JACK.
Editor Banner of the South :
After reading the following extract
from page 149 of “ Service Afloat,” I
cannot help repeating the question: Can
not some effort be made to place this no
ble volume in the hands of every true
sailor in the land ? Orleans.
“ The engineer was ordered to let his
fires go down and uncouple his propeller
that it might not retard the ship, and
the sailors were sent aloft to loose the
topsails.
‘‘ This was the first time that we were
to make use of our sails unaided by steam,
and the old sailors of the ship, who had
not bestridden a yard for some months,
leaped aloft, with a will, to obey the wel
come order.
“ The race of sailors has not yet en
tirely died out, though the steamship is
fast making sad havoc with it. There
is the same difference between the old
time sailor, who has been bred on the
sailing ship, and the modern sailor of
the steamship, as there is between the
well trained fox hound, who chases Rey
nard all day, and the cur that dodges a
rabbit about for a day or so. The sail
ing ship has a romance and a poetry
about her which is thoroughly killed by
steam. The sailor of the former loves,
for its own sake, the howling of the gale,
and there is no music so sweet to his ear
as the shouting of orders through the
trumpet of the officer of the deck, when
lie is poised upon the topsail yard of the
rolling and tumbling ship, hauling out
the ‘ weather ear-ring.’ It is the ranz
de cache, which recalls the memory of
his boyhood and youth, when, under the
tutelage of some foster-father of au old
salt, he was taking his first lessons in
seamanship.
“ It used to be beautiful to witness the
rivalry of these ctiildren of the deep,
when the pitiless hurricane was scourging
their beloved ship, and threatening her
with destruction. The greater the dan
ger, the more eager the contest for the
post of honor. Was there a sail to be se
cured, which appeared about to be torn
into ribbons by the gale, and the loose
gear of which threatened to whip the
sailor from the yard; or was there a top
mast to be climbed, which was bending
like a wilow wand under the fury of the
blast, threatening to part at every mo
ment to throw the climber into the
raging and seething cauldron of waters
beneath, from which it would bo impossi
ble to rescue him, Jack, noble Jack, was
ever ready for the service. 1 have seen
an old naval captain, who had been some
years retired from the sea, almost melt
into tears, as he listened to the musical
“ Leaving of the lead” by an old sailor,
in the “chains” of a passing ship of war.
“ Rut steam—practical, common-place,
hard-working steam —has well-nigh
changed all this, and cut away the web
bing from the foot of the old-time sailor.
Seamanship, evolutions, invention, skill,
and ready resource in times of difficulty
and danger, have nearly all gone out of
fashion ; and instead of reefiug the top
sails, and club-hauling and box-hauling
the ship, some order is now sent to the
engineer about regulating his fires, and
paying attention to his steam-guages.
“ Alas! alas ! there will be no more
Nelsons and Colliugwoods, and no more
such venerable “bulwarks upon the deep”
as the Victory and the Royal Sovereign.
In future wars upon the ocean, all com
batants will be on the dead level of im-
penetrable iron walls with regard to dash
and courage, and with regard to seaman
ship and evolutions, all the knowledge
that will be required of them, will be
how to steer a nondescript box towards
their enemy.”
The Irish Zouaves in Rome.— The
Roman correspondent of the Cork Ex
aminer says: The reading-room of the
Irish Zouaves was opened on the 14th
February. His Grace the Archbishop of
Westminster was present, as were also
Colonel Allet, the Colonel-in chief of the
Zouaves, Captains D’Arcy and Delahoyd,
Lieut. Murray, several clergymen from
the Irish College and Irish establish
ments in Rome, a number of visitors,
The Rev. Dr. O’Connor, the chaplain 0 f
the Irish Zouaves, was of course, present
—to his exertions the establishment of
the room is due. The meetiug was an
extremely pleasant, friendly gathering
and nothing could exceed the unaffected
frankness and affection of the Archbis
hop’s manuer. He went amongst the
men, questioned them as to the diocese
from whence they came, asked whether
there was a representative from such and
such a diocese, amongst others, from Cork
(fortunately we have arid a good one, Mr.
Sheehan.) He then addressed some
words of encouragement to them in the
work on which they had entered, and
urged them to perseverance. It is
pleasant to know from the above that the
Irishmen in the service of the Holy
Father have got a meetiug place where
they can come together and cultivate
cordial andjfraterual feelings, and com
municate to each other news of the dear
old land from friends at home. They
represent at the seat of the Apostles that
affection for the Head of the Church and
devotion to the Papal throne for which
their country has been preeminently re
markable for centuries. I hey thus nave
a noble claim upon the sympathy ot
Catholics at home, and we believe that
any practical manifestation of this
feeling, any aid towards keeping up this
reading-room, or otherwise conducing to
the comforts of the Irish Zouaves, would
be acceptable to them and their friends
in the Eternal City.
Funeral of Field Marshal Lord
Gough. —All that was mortal of this
celebrated general, brave soldier, and il
lustrious Irishman, was consigned on
the 9th, to the tomb in the obscure and
tranquil little churchyard of the hamlet
of Stillorgan, without any of the pomp
and ceremony of military display, but in
the most simple and unostentatious man
ner, and in accordance with the wish ex
pressed by his lordship a short time pre
vious to his death, was placed alongside
those of his wife, in the family vault.
On a burnished shield was the following
inscription : “Field-Marshal Hugh,hirst
Viscount Gough, Lorn 3d November,
1769, Died 2d March, 1869. ’
With its number of the 13th inst., the
“Banner of the South” closed its first
volume. Rev. A. J. Ryan takes occasion
to e iffirm the principles and objects
which ho declared on first taking the
editoral chair. He bodlv asserts that he
will continue to pursue the course lie has
heretofore followed without far and
without compromise of any kind to con
ciliate those who do net entertain views
congenial with his own. He is throughly
“Southern,” and still defends the “Lost
Cause.” Belonging to the Catholic
Church, he advocates its doctrines with
unsurpassed force and ability. ft'-
motto is Refigio el Patna. 1 !il '
“Banner” is the best Southern and
literary journal of the country. 8-th "
Post Office order for S3 to L. T. ft!ome
k Cos Georgia, and on receiv
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The Banner of the South. V
noblest and one of the best papers I "
lished in the United States, coim y T "j)"
this week with its usual number , a
and well selected articles. In ft ! "
found “Cleopatra Dying/’ a '”'l ;c ' 1 ’
“I am Dying Egypt, dying.’
two poetical gems are grand, an «
last until the English language cen-m p
be. This literary paper shou db<
sustained by the people for wh -
it battles. In every number win p*
found poetry of the first cider. p
editor, who is among the eminent p
ot the South, writes occasionally-
Winchester (Tenn.) Home Aon/
The Covington Examiner saysthi- W j lt /V
crop in that county looksti luri-nuntLyp ; ‘
no disaster befalls it, we may eon e.
expect au abundant harvest.
The Examiner also says: R '?;'/, w; "fie
that the recent frosts have caus'd J’ 1
damage to the fruit crop. \ egoi.i
were up have been cut down, am* L . l
heard of some localities where forward
has been “nipped in the bud.