. Minutes . poetry, where ithas eluded the slower grasp of history. The memories thatcluster around it recall the noblest feeling that has ever illus-trated the majesty of manhood and ennobled the dignity ofhuman nature. They recall a military insight that was genius,and a martial fire that was inspiration. They recal the fameof Wilderness and Chancellorsville, where at the head of 128 Twentieth Reunion, Mobile, Ala., April26, 27and28,1910. a brigade, almost legendary in its unearthly prowess, he baffledor scattered like chaff the armies sent to destroy him, and keptalive the fire of pat
. Minutes . poetry, where ithas eluded the slower grasp of history. The memories thatcluster around it recall the noblest feeling that has ever illus-trated the majesty of manhood and ennobled the dignity ofhuman nature. They recall a military insight that was genius,and a martial fire that was inspiration. They recal the fameof Wilderness and Chancellorsville, where at the head of 128 Twentieth Reunion, Mobile, Ala., April26, 27and28,1910. a brigade, almost legendary in its unearthly prowess, he baffledor scattered like chaff the armies sent to destroy him, and keptalive the fire of patriotism in a land that was well-nigh over-whelmed in despair. If any illustration were needed of the hold he had onthe hearts of our people, on the hearts of the good and braveand true throughout all the civilized world, it would be foundin the universal lament which went up everywhere when it wasannounced that Jackson was dead; it would be found on thelips of the little girl in Richmond who wished that God would. Chamber cf Commerce. let her die in his stead, because then only her mother wouldcry; but if Jackson died, all the people of the country wouldcry. It would be found on the lips of our Coimiiander-in-Chief,,General Lee, who wept as only the strong and brave1 can weep,at the loss of his right arm. It would be found on the lips ofthe old crippled veterans of Jacksons guard, who, as the shadesof evening fell, and when came the hour for the closing of theCapitol, beneath whose dome were laid Jacksons remains,shrouded in the white, red and blue flag of the Confederacy, Address of Rev. E. C. De la Moriniere. 129 and when the lingering throng was warned to retire, pressedanxiously through the crowd to take his last look at the faceof his beloved leader. They told him he was too late; thatthey were closing the coffin for the last time; that the orderhad been given to clear the hall. He still struggled forwarduntil one of the marshals was summoned to force him this th
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