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my destiny to increase the flood-tide of your glory as it will be mine to share your fortunes; for when my few more years tremble to their close I would sleep beneath your soil where the drip of April tears might fall upon my grave and the sunshine of your skies would warm Southern flowers to blossom upon my breast.-O. A. Lochrane. [Extract from an address delivered at the University of Georgia in 1879.1

GEORGIA.

I would I had the power of presenting with the brevity which becomes an occasion like this a worthy ideal of Georgia, the land of my love! But not as she lies upon the map, stretching from the mountains to the ocean, dear as she must be to her sons in all her variegated features; in her mountains and her valleys, in her rivers and her cataracts, in her bare red hills and her broad fields of rustling corn and of cotton snowy white; in her vast primeval forests that roll back in softer cadence the majestic music of the melancholy sea, and, last, but not least, in our own beautiful but modest Savannah, smiling sweetly through her veil of perennial and yet of diversified green. It is not the Georgia of the map I would invoke before you to-night. I would conjure up if I could the Georgia of the soul-majestic ideal of a sovereign State, at once the mother and the queen of a gallant people-Georgia as she first pressed her foot upon these western shores and beckoned hitherward from the elder world the poor but the virtuous, the oppressed but the upright, the unfortunate but the honorable; adopting for herself a sentiment

far nobler than all the armorial bearings of "starred and spangled courts where low-born baseness wafts perfume to pride"; taking for her escutcheon the sentiment: Poverty and virtue! Toil and be honest!

When the winter of our discontent was resting heavily, gloomily upon us; at the holiest hour of the mysterious midnight, a vision of surpassing loveliness rose before me: Georgia, my native State, with manacled limbs and disheveled locks and tears streaming from weary eyes, bent over a mangled form which she clasped, though with convulsed and fettered arms, to her bosom. And as I gazed the features of the blood-stained soldier rapidly changed. First, I saw Bartow and then I saw Gallie and then I saw Cobb, and there was Walker and Willis and Lamar; more rapid than light itself successively flashed out the wan but intrepid features of her countless scores of dying heroes, and she pressed them close to her bosom and closer still and yet more close until, behold! she had pressed them all right into her heart! And quickly, as it were, in the twinkling of an eye, the fetters had fallen from her beautiful limbs and the tears were dried upon her lovely cheeks and the wonted fires had returned to her flashing eyes and she was all of Georgia again; an equal among equals in a union of Confederate sovereignties. Yes! the Georgia of Oglethorpe, the Georgia of 1776, the Georgia of 1860, is the Georgia of to-day; is Georgia now, with her own peculiar memories and her own peculiar hopes, her own historic and heroic names and her own loyal sons and devoted daughters; rich in resources, intrepid in soul, defiant of wrong as ever she was. God

save her! God save our liege sovereign. God bless Georgia, our beloved queen! God save our only queen!"— General Henry R. Jackson.

"THANK GOD, I, TOO, AM A GEORGIAN!"

This monument tells not only of the glories of war, but of the blessings of peace. It perpetuates the valor of soldiers who fought against those who have furnished the foundation on which it rests. The State has ceded soil, it once defended with its treasure and blood, to those who invaded it with a destroying army to erect memorials to the soldiers of that army. The national government has furnished, to be laid on ground dedicated to the preservation of the very lines of battle occupied by its army, the foundation of a structure dedicated to the soldiers who charged those very lines and swept them with destruction. Strange spectacle this, which witnesses such meeting of the victorious and the defeated, but sublime as it is strange. To the dead it is the tribute the brave pay the brave, and for the living the pledge that henceforth they be brethren. The dedication of this monument honors the sentiment of the States which have erected monuments to the valor of soldiers who fought on the other side in that struggle. They, too, deserve the admiration and praise expressed by lasting memorials. Let every State whose sons participated in this battle bring here its tribute. And then I would erect another. It should be the gift of all the States. Its foundation should be broad and deep. Its endurance should withstand the wasting touch of time. In symmetrical proportions and massive grandeur it

should rise column upon column, its lofty summit crowned with the statues of two soldiers, with swords sheathed and hands grasped, and on it I would write this inscription: "Here lie the victor and the vanquished. They lived in duty done; they sleep in honored graves. In memory of all her sons who fought in the war between the States-those who fought and won, and those who fought and failed-American patriotism erects this monument to American valor."

We this day celebrate a greater victory than was ever achieved over a foreign foe-the victory of a great people over the passions and resentments engendered by domestic war. Other nations have conquered the world and fallen the pitiable victims of their own ungoverned passions. We have conquered ourselves. Whatever the future may have in store for us, we shall henceforth and forever dwell in peace among ourselves. Heaven grant us peace with all the world, and all the world peace. It ought to be so. The earth has drunk enough of the blood of her sons. Wars should cease. The wisdom of the world should devise some other method of settling international disputes, and the humanity of the world demands its adoption. But if this can not be, we may rest in the assurance that the union of these States will never again be disrupted by sectional war. We rejoice to-day in a country reunited, and forever.

The patriot voice which first cried from the balcony of the old State-house in Boston, when the declaration was originally proclaimed: "Stability and perpetuity to American independence," did not fail to add, "God save our American States." I would prolong that ancestral prayer. Now and always, here and everywhere, from our hearts

and all hearts, from every altar in family and church, from every patriotic and pious soul, let this prayer go up: "God save our American States."

What more shall I say? Why should I have spoken at all? Standing in this presence and amid these environments, I feel that my voice should have been hushed by the voices of all around us. This and all the memorials here erected, these trees, this river, prophetically named Chickamauga-River of Death-this overshadowing mountain, the sky above and the earth beneath-all these are vocal with an eloquence to which my poor speech can add nothing of worth or beauty. The feeble words I utter here shall perish with the passing hour. These voices shall be like the voice of day and night in the inspired and poetic conception of the Psalmist; they utter no audible speech, no articulate language, but their sacred silence. itself is speech. "Their lines shall go through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world." They shall tell of courage sustained by conviction, of duty faithfully done, of suffering heroically endured, of death bravely met in a great battle and the survivors on both sides dwelling together as citizens of a common country, with mutual respect and in peace as lasting as the sleep of their fallen comrades, of State pride and national glory. Here Ohio and Illinois, and Michigan and Wisconsin, and Minnesota and Indiana, and Kansas and Missouri, and Massachusetts have brought their tributes to the sons who fought in the Federal army. Here, too, Tennessee has reared her memorial to Forrest and the men who followed him and commemorated the heroism of her sons. And Kentucky has come with her memorial, dedicated to her sons in both Federal and Confederate armies-Kentucky,

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