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THE HERALD AND
VOL. XXIII.
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 27, 1888.
NO/ 41 •
NEW HARDWARE AND SEED STORE.
G>s -f-
Single and Double Buggies,
Phaetons, Carriages, Road-
carts, in any style, with springs
to suit purchaser. I carry a
full assortment of heavy and
shelf Hardware, fine Stoves,
stove-pipe and vessels, stove
polish and adjustable stove-
backs, Razors and Scissors, of
genuine English product—
Smith & Wesson Pistols, 15-
shot Winchester Rifles, rim
and central fire Cartridges,
farm Bells, grass Blades, bird
Cages, Wagon and Buggy
Timbers, tire Iron. Grass and Garden Seeds, German Millet,
wooden Churns, Lamp and Machine Oil.
A GREAT DAY.
Wheelbarrows, stone and
Several styles of Tin Water Sets and a stock of Agate Iron Ware.
A. POPE.
.J. A. PARKS.
W. G. ARNOLD.
J. S. WARE.
THE NEWNAN
CARRIAGE AND BUGGY WORKS.
We are now prepared to do all kinds of Carriage,
Buggy and Wagon work, and in a style that cannot be
excelled in the State, or anywhere else. Our work
men are skillful and efficient; our material the best
that money will buy; our equipment thorough and
complete in every department. In fact, we have spar
ed neither pains nor expense in preparing for the bus
iness, and our facilities for doing work in this line are
first-class in every respect.
We have on hand the finest lot of material ever put into buggy or carriage work in this
section of the State, and workmen that know exactly how to put it together. We do not
get our vehicles “knocked down,” from the North, as many other manufacturing firms do, but
make them out and out. This is our strongest recommendation. We manufacture—
CARRIAGES, PHAETONS,
LANDEAUS, HEARSES.
ROAD-CARTS, BUGGIES,
SULKEYS, WAGONS ETC.
We are also|prepared to do all kinds of carriage, buggy and wagon repair work, in the
best style and aCthe lowest prices. Plantation workjand horse-shoeing a specialty.
Give us your work; we guarantee satisfaction.
J. S. WARE, (late with Summers & Murphy, Bamesville,) Superintendent
T. E. FELL & CO. Louis Donegan,
HARDWARE.
NAILS,
IRON AND STEEL,
CUTLERY,
AGRICULTURAL IMPLEMENTS
H0USE1FURNISHING HARDWARE,
Cooking Stoves and Tinware.
COTTON GINS,
CARRIAGE MATERIAL,
BELTING.
All kinds of Job Work in]TiN
done on short notice.
HAS just opened, at the old stand of A. O.
Lyndon, a new, fresh, and well assorted
stock of
FANCY & FAMILY GROCERIES,
CONSISTING OF
Flour, Meal, Meat,
Canned Goods, Pickles,
Candies, Tobacco, Cigars
CALIFORNIA HAMS 12c.
FRESH CREAM CHEESE, 17J^c.
IN FACT
Everything that is good to eat!
Being satisfied with a small profit on rapid
sales, and expenses being cut down to the
lowest possible poi nt, he will promise
BOTTOM PRICES
on everything he sells. The patronage of the
public is respectfully solicited.
ICE-COLD LEMONADE.
ICE furnished day or night.
COAL NOTICE!
Newnan, Ga.
E. S. BUCHANAN,
DRY GOODS,
DRESS GOODS,
AND
MERCHANT TAILORING.
I will be in Newnan in a
few days for the purpose of
taking orders for the celebra
ted “Montevallo Grate Coal”
for August delivery. Wait
for me and get your winter’s
supply of first-class coal at sum
mer prices. C. L. WORD,
Agt. Montevallo Coal.
Address, West Point, Ga.
COAL!
I will sell several varieties
of first-class COAL, as cheap
as any dealer. Prices furnish
ed on application..
M. B. PINSON.
Newnan, Ga., July 13.
Of Interest to Ladies.
I W« will w»d » FREE tAMFLIX
■pacific for female eotn»Ldata to aaxli
to
KWtaje.
any lady wkowUhw
~ * ‘ for
Two Hundred and Twenty-Seven Car
casses and Ten Thousand People.
Old Soldiers’ Day has come and gone.
Months of anticipation, weeks of care
ful planning, and days of busy prepar-
aticn, all terminated on Saturday last
in a day of glad fruition that realized
every hope and compensated for every
care and expenditure bestowed by the
patriotic and wideawake committee of
arrangements.
Nature herself seemed to smile upon
the scheme that had been so generous
ly devised for the common enjoyment
of the thousands who met on the beau
tiful grounds of Pearl Spring Park, to
share in gladness the reunion of the
Confederate veterans; for the day it
self was perfect, combining all of
brightness and balminess jthat could
render attractive a midsummer day.
And dear old Mother Earth conspired
with sky and air to insure the comfort
and well-being of the gathering multi
tude, for no dust arose beneath their
tread to mar the atmosphere’s sweet
purity—-a genial shower having fallen
two days before, yet left no trace in
noxious mud nor even dampness in the
soil to excite dreads of a “wretched
cold” as penalty for the hours thus
spent in innocent pleasure.
With many, “the day” seemed actual
ly begun long before the sun had set
on Friday. All the country roads were
thronged with vehicles, freighted with
visitors from distant localities; their
faces bright with anticipations of a
triad reunion with friends, attracted,
like themselves, to a common rendez
vous. Many camped for the night on
the grounds, while hundreds of others
shared the hospitality of friends in the
city.
With early mom began the moving
scene. The streets of Newnan and the
neighboring highways presented a pan
orama that would have interested the
most indifferent spectator. From the
country the different roads leading to
the Park were crowded with vehicles
of every size and description, (not ex
cepting the primitive ox cart) while in
the city carriages, buggies, omnibuses
and the railroad were all brought into
requisition to bear to the scene of en
joyment the expectant hosts.
THE SPEAKERS’ STAND.
Once arrived and located, the central
point of interest was the speakers’
stand, which, from the admirably taste
ful style of its arrangement and decor
ation, merits more than a passing no
tice. It was located at the central
base of a natural amphitheatre, from
which looked forth a sea of eager faces
to furnish further inspiration for the
distinguished speakers. Towering high
above the platform rosea beautiful arch,
its front faced with the dark, greem
foliage of the cedar, from which, in
clear relief, stood out in crimson char
acters the words; “Cedars from the
battlefield of the First Manassas.”
This conception, which it is supposed
emanated from the busy brain and pa
triotic soul of Dr. A. C. North, was a
most happy and poetical inspiration.
Ever green in every Southern heart are
the thrilling memories of that first
great conflict between the opposing
armies of our common country; but its
history is written in the crimson gore
that poured from some of the purest
and noblest hearts ever offered as sacri
fices on the altar of patriotism. Be
neath this were alternate bars of red
and white, bearing the words—
“No cause e'er rose so pure and true;
None fell so free from crime.”
On either side of the entrance to the
stand were portraits of President Davis
and Gen. Stonewall Jackson, guarded
and adorned by the battle worn flags
of the old Confederacy. This much
for Southern patriotism.
Above all the mementoes, was
stretched from side to side of the noble
arch, the time-honored stars and stripes
of the Union.
THE OPENING.
By 9 o’clock the gathering seemed
complete, although hundreds had yet to
arrive. The opening of the programme
was heralded by the stirring air of
“Rally Round the Flag, Boys,” from
the Mechanics’ Brass Band of Newnan,
which headed the veteran corps in its
approach, while in its van floated a bul
let-riddled Confederate flag. Hardly
had these notes died away when the
band belonging to the Governor’s Horse
Guard of Atlanta gave forth, in spirit
ed style, the thrilling air of "Dixie,”
filling with patriotic inspiration every
loyal Southern heart.
Mr. Chas. W. Wells, of Atlanta,
President of the Association, in the fol
lowing chaste and appropriate remarks,
called the assembly to order:
My Comrades, and Lo.dies and Gentle
men—We have met here to-day to re
joice with each other, to shake each
other’s hands, to look into each other’s
eyes, and eat, drink and be merry.
Nearly a quarter of a century has
passed since we were all enlisted in a
common cause. We considered it then,
as we consider it now, a cause that has
not, nor never will, bring a blush of
shame over our faces.
Comrades, it is unnecessary for me to
tell you that I love each and every on?
of you. There is a golden chain that
binds us together. While we were in
the Confederate army we were always
ready to die for the cause we espoused:
yes, we shed our blood together, and
for each other, and why should we not
love each other to-day?
God bless the surviving soldiers of the
Confederate States of America, and
God bless the memory of those who
have gene “to that bourne from whence
no traveler returns.” Peace to their
ashes. Some were killed in front of
the enemy; some died in Northern
prisons; others died by the wayside
and in hospitals; but* all died for
the cause we love so well; and, I am
proud to say, though lost, will never be
forgotten; for generations yet unborn
will live to sing songs of praise to their
heroism and indomitable courage.
Then followed an earnest prayer
from the lips of the revered preacher-
general, Rev. Clement A. Evans.
Maj. W. A. Turner, of Newnan, was
then introduced, whose eloquent and
beautiful address of welcome will be
found below r :
Mr. Chairman, Soldier Guests, La
dies and Gentlemen—This is, to my peo
ple and to me, a moment of supreme
interest; fraught with the most sacred
and impressive memories; full and preg
nant with the greatest anticipations.
And while standing here in this honor
able presence, our thoughts naturally
and instinctively turn to that stirring
day, twenty-seven years ago, when the
gallant old 7th Georgia, whose special
reunion this is, received its first “bap
tism of blood.” This is the anniversa
ry of'tlie first great battle of our civil
strife, in which the armies of the sec
tions met and measured their strength,
and Southern valor and spirit impress
ed the world as second to none that
ever accepted the gauge of battle. To
do honor to all the brave, gallant spir
its of that hour would require a volume.
We remember the part borne in that
•memorable struggle by our Southern sol
diers, but Georgians point with special
pride to the magnificent bearing and he
roic courage shown by our 7th and 8th
Georgia regiments. Our pulsations are
stronger and our heart throbs quicker
and faster when we call to mind the
sacred contribution of Georgia to that
conflict; and, O, how keenly we felt
the loss, when the sad intelligence
reached us that the magnetic and mag
nificent Bartow had fallen. He, who
in the very throes of death, amid the
shock of battle and the shrieks of the
wounded and dying, illustrated Geor
gia and the South by the courageous
and brave words, “Boys, they have
killed me, but never give up the tight,”
deserves to have his name embalmed in
history and in the hearts of his coun
trymen, and chiseled in enduring mar
ble. The spirits of Bee. Bartow and
kindred souls ascended from that glo
rious field to the God of battles and
the Father of us all. We need not re
cord their names here and now, or call
the roll of honor; “they have a more
enduring depository” than this occasion
affords—“tlie traditions of a grateful
people.”
And what I have said of others may
be truthfully said of the grand old 1st
Georgia, some of whom were merged
n to the 12th Georgia Battalion ana a
few of whom are here. They carried
to the front our first born, the boys of
our pride. Most of their companions
sleep the sleep that knows no waking,
and await the dawn of the resurrection.
All, all are walking with unsandaled
feet the shores of the great beyond:
and, if permitted to witness the acts of
those they loved, are smilingly over
looking our commemoration of their
gallant deeds and heroic devotion to
country and principle. They have
g assed beyond our ken; they are not
ere to encourage by the magnetic
touch of elbow to elbow, or to step in
musical unison to our step; but they
illustrated and taught us one sublime
lesson, which I trust may never be ef
faced or forgotten, that is: “What is
worth dying ior, is worth living for”—
Our Country! God bless and protect
her from vandals, ignominious and ig
norant political bigots and ranting dem
agogues. In the language of our wor
thy and most persistently misrepre
sented hero, Jefferson Davis, the great
sufferer of our “lost cause”: “It is for
tunate for the cause of justice that er
ror and misrepresentation have, in their
inconsistencies, the elements of self-
destruction; while truth is constant and
self-sustaining.” We abide our time
and wait for history to do him and us
justice.
I can truthfully say to-day the past
affords no parallel of a people overcome
as we were—stripped of every means
of sustenance, property wrested from
us, homes desolated, burned and dese
crated, soldiers maimed, wounded and
broken in spirit, and the whole land in
mourning for onr sons because they
were not—that ever turned as peace
fully to the common vocations of life,
and observed, under such provocation,
so sacredly their parole of honor. And
it does seem that the most skeptical
should now be convinced that the word
of a true Southerner is his bond, and
his pledge as enduring as his iron-ribbed
and rock-bound mountains. And I
would impress upon the minds of our
children and their offspring, to the lat
est generation, find the mind of the
great world, that.tbrough all these con
flicts and trials we have preserved our
honor and escutcheon unblemished. No
brave man will demand of us an aDolo-
gy and no true man will offer one.* We
seek only an honorable and enduring
prosperity.
In the recent commingling of the blue
and the gray at historic Gettysburg,
where we were represented by our
brave and chivalric Longstreet and our
intrepid and
nor Beaver,
“You, as honorable men, have stood
by, and are bound to stand by, the de
cision. We, as honorable men, are
bound to see to it that that decision is
respected, and that you shall not be
called upon to admit more or to prom
ise more than is involved in that de
cision.” He asserted another thing,
which is not correct, that we went to
war because our ’‘property and private
interests were involved.” We fought
for a principle that was more sacred
than property or private interests; and
we will not have our childreu or- the
world forget that we fought for the per
petuity of State sovereignty.
The truest, most courageous defend
ers of our “lost cause” were the women
of the South—God bless them! WtoSrn
we, in camp and field, bore the hand-
ships of march and strife, they were at-
home silently and uncomplainingly
toiling for our comfort, administeragf
to our wants, and, as .angels of mercy,
soothing our sufferings, and praying to
God for His blessings upon us. History
should accord to them* as we do, the
highest niche in the temple of honor.
To the mothers, sisters and daughters
of these brave men, and to you ladie&
all. we extend a cordial welcome.
Thank God! while the cry is heard,
and has been heard throughout oar
dark night of distress and misrule,
“Watchman, what of the night ?” tine
response, full of sublime meaning, is re
turned. “The morning cometh. The
hum oi the spindle, tne whirr of ma
chinery, the roaring of machinery, the
click of electricity, the bringing to
light of the coal, iron and preciom
stones embedded in our hills and moon-
tains; our fields rejoicing with fatness,
our cattle and flocks upon a thousand
hills, and a restored fraternity between
the sections, all speak of tne coming
morn! And, amid all this, trembliqg
age, vigorous manhood and woman
hood, and laughing, loving childhood
catch the inspiration, and with one ac
claim respond, “The morning comethl**
With all these memories, surround
ings and inspirations crowding upon
us,it would be passing strange, our com
rades and companions, were we to fail
to rejoice in your presence, and to bid
you an earnest and joyous welcome, and
to say that we are glad you are here;
glad to extend an old-fashioned Geor
gia welcome. We feel honored in hav
ing you as our guests;—rejoiced that
our children may say in after years that
they saw you on this anniversary of the
first Manassas. It is yours to command
and our pleasure to obey. What yon
do not see and wish, ask for it; and
what you do see, take as you did the
guns of the enemy from ’61 to ’(15. We
will offer no opposition, but join you.
We trust that your remembrance ef
this day may be as pleasant and agree
able as our joy is full and complete
in extending this hospitality.
Invoking the best and pure»t bene
dictions of kind Heaven on you and
yours, and praying that your declining
years may be your sweetest and mod
joyous, in behalf of all my overjoyed
and sincere people, I bid you a cordial
and heartfelt welcome.
The response was made by Col. Evan
P. Howell, of Atlanta. Thd speaker
alluded to the appropriateness of the
day selected, the anniversary of the
first reunion of the Confederate sol
diers of America, when, animated fey
confidence in the justness of their cauae,
the raw recruits of the Southern army
met, with dauntless valor, the trained
veterans of the Union force. The mdA
grand reunion was with Gen. Johnstee
in command, while McClellan on the
Peninsula urged forward his ranks wfth
the bitter cry of “On to Richmond!”
The next reunion was on the 26th «?
June, 1S62, under Stonewall Jackaoa!a
command. The sad side of these reun
ions is that the ranks are daily thin
ning. “May each remaining veteran
be as faithful to his God as he w«a An
the Confederate government,” wiiftiis
closing utterance, and the sentiment
was warmly applauded.
The President next announced some
thing, he said, that would please the
rising generation; something that
would cover the whole ground—an -es
say by Miss Minnie North. The lover
ly appearance, equaled only by the
modest bearing of the fair young read
er, won for her a ready welcome and
generous applause, and those wham
distance and the confusion inseparable
from such a gathering deprived of the
pleasure of catching the beautifully
rounded sentences as they fell, could
well believe that each utterance glow
ed with patriotic fervor; for is she not
of a race most loyal to the Southern
cause?—daughter of a veteran whose
pride and glory is the cause for which
he once lived, and would willingly have
died ? The essay, which was most hap
pily rendered, will be found below :
Chosen by your partiality to offer
gome fitting tribute to the memory of
the heroes of ’61,1 respond with infinite
pleasure to the duty imposed by this
unmerited distinction. To be called «.
son or daughter of a Southern soldier is
a patent of nobility which would hdnor
the proudest prince of earth. To he
numbered among the descendants d
the brave men who bore the “bonny
blue flag,” and who bared their breast*
to the battle, is the proudestr heritage
of the living. Uncrowned kings deep
grandly, sweetly, gloriously, on every
field, from Manassas to Appomattox 7 !
The flowers of all the tropics are theiris;
their monuments have tneir fixed mil
everlasting foundations in the hearta of
their kindred and countrymen, and thr
bright form of Liberty will keep vjgi.
over their dust forever. “No praise
encumbered stones” tell the pilgrim
who wanders amid the thorns and rug
ged paths where valor bled, the name*
of those who sleep so well..' But then-
names are written with those of Sidney
Hampden and Russell, and a long xml
of illustrious martyrs for human liber-
ty!
_ Pure and imperishable as the golden
1 dauntless'Uord^on/’Gover-1%^ of Southern skies, lives the fame
•. of Pennsylvania said- the heroes of the Confederacy. Rest
ing securely on the granite" foundation
of unchanging truth, the solemn judg
ment of impartial history will vinaieaj^
it from aspersion and crown it with un
fading laurel. Partisan malice and sec
tional animosity, embittered by politi
cal defeat, may assail the character
the Southern soldier and the justice off
his cause; but the sober judgment of
posterity will write, his name side by
side with the purest patriots in histoiy.
The thick darkness oithe passing stem
may hide, their monuments from the
(Concluded on fifth fiojQ.