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REV. D. A. LONG, A. M., Principal.
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I The following beautiful poem was
c read on memorial day 1873 in Greensbo
ro. at the conclusion of his address, by
Col. John A. Gilmer. The author
was then unknown, but it was soon as
certained that Judge A. W. Tourgee
wrote the beautiful lines:
Bring flowers—bright flowers !
To garnish the tomb
Where heroes slee'p lightly,
Unmindful of gloom !
Bring flowers—bright flowers !
T.iat beauty may weave
Fair garlands of glory,
AS sadly we grieve.
Bring flo,vers—spring flowers !
All fragrant to wave
.O'er the dew spanglld couch
Ot the undying brave !
Unloose the shoe's latchet—
The blood sprinkled sod
Is holy as that
By the holiest trod.
Were they right—were they wiong,
Whom ye mourn, or their foes ?
Away tnckling driveller!
What matte! s ? Who knows .'
Shall the blood of the hero.
Ne'er hallow the sod
When the victor, above
His cold ashes, has trod ?
■ Shall the stigma of treason
Dishonor the tear
We shed for the brave,
To our memories dear?
Lee, Stonewall and Stewart,
And myriads more,
Who went up from our ranks
To the "evergreen shore ?"
Tho! .they "laid down their arms,"
And "surrendered their po„ts,"
Their names arc "gazzetted"
In fame'tyieathless hosts,
Transferred from earth,s service
Brave hearts, whom we love,
They reported at once
To "head-quarters" above.
It recks not how vainly,
How blindly they fought,
How bitter the scath
Which their destiny brought!
'Tis the motive, enfames,
Not the beggarly prize !
The spirit that lives!
The base guerdon that dies ! S._
'Tis the infinite Thought,
Not the perishing fact]
The heart that conceives,
Not the outgrowiug Act!
'Tis why, and not what,
Lighten's history's gloom! - --v
Devotion, not victory,
Hallows the tomb!
'Twas not Damon's poor life
Was sufficient to save
Two unnoted names
From the mould of the grave !
'Twas the love by whose promptings
The Crucified came,
Which gave Him on earth,
As above, the first name.
Not in vain did they fall f**"'
The blood of the brave,.. 'iz
The laiut of their love,
Never vainly can lave !
Yet awhile it may lie,
Precious seed in the ground,
But in fullues of time
It's fair fruits shall abound.
And (hs future —God's fallow,
Though barreu it seem.
With t le harvest thsy plaited,
Yet bravely shall teem.
It may be the fathers
Had buildcd in vain,
But the blood of the sons ..
Hath cemented again.
Then haap up the garlands
O'er patriot graves !
Buccess could not add ... "
To the fame of our ljfaves!
Remember their valor,
Keep holy the sod,
For honor to heroes
Is glory to God !
Bring flowers—spring flowers !
All fragrant to wave
O'er tbe dew spangled couch
Of the undying brave!
Unloose the shoe's latchet!
The Blood sprinkled sod,
Is pure as the temple,
The alter of God!
« : It's like a fairy tale."said one girl.
"Aladdiu, or the wonderful Lamp,"
said the other.
"Or Monte Chisto," chimed in tbe
"Tell us again, Lewis?"
"Well," said the young man, lighting
another cigar, "it'sjust this: The leliow
wasn't a rich fellow, you know; and he
took a place as secretary, or something,
with a fellow that was like (he wan
dering Jew. No one knew hew old lie
was; and be spent his time and money
collecting big diamonds—rough dia
monds some of them you know —that
he got of wild fellows that never guess
ed their value, and some that he took
for debts, and some that he got, good
ness knows how. And he travelled all
over the world with this fellow with
him, don't yon see, and got fond ot him
aud all that, and at last was taken ill,
paralyzed or something; and this fet-
GRAHAM, N. C, TUESDAY, MAY 11, 1875.
low, who know which side his bread
was buttered, M ailed on him, nursed
him, carried him about, saved liin from
being robbed and murdered. I bc'.ieve;
and so, w»icn the old fellow died he left,
all his diamonds to this young fellow,
don't you see? And he's enormously
rich, and he's here"for the summer, and
every girl in the place will set her cap
at him—of course, you among the
Nonsense," cried the girls in chorus.
"Absured! As if we—But tell us, is he
"No," said the cousin.
But he was. The girls saw hinfooon
after on the piazza of the hotel, and de
cided that Charles was either envious or
had uo taste. He was charming. A little
fellow, to be sure, but with jet black
hair and big oriental, velvety eyes,
lie had white hands, too, and a chin
like a Greek statue, and he wore one
of the diamonds in his bosom and an
other on his finger,
"Wouldn't a set of that size look
well in my ears?" thought Elsie ltune,
as she peeped into her glas that nights
and remembered them. "And I'm sure
he looked at me. Oh, dear! Ido believe
I'm falling in love with him."
"Grace," said Maud Ripley to her
sister, at almost the saino moment,
"shouldn't you think that so very dark
a man—l mean that any very dark in n
—would fancy a perfect blonde? Now
Elsie believes dark men fall in love
with her, she is so vain. There are
laws and rules about such things, as I
often tell her; and you never see a dark
woman really adored by a dark man."
"I'm sure I doi't know." said Grace.
"I should think it was a person's ways
you'd like, not his coloring."
" That is because you are neither one
nor t'other," said Maud. " But there's
no one talking to you child.''
Other girls in the hotel were specu
lating on the hero of »ho diamonds, and
o.thers levelled th« downright glances
that American belles bestow upon "the
gentlemen," at the young man when
ever he appeared in the parlors or en
the beach; but Maud and Grace Ripley
j and Elsie Rune were blest with a cou
| sin who was not unwilling to see any
or all of them, married as soon as pos
sible, and who had made acquaintance
with the stranger on board of the ocean
steamer in which they had sailed to
gether, so thai the introductions were
Bides, drives and sails followed; and
the best match at Newport that season
seemed cast at the very feet of the
prettiest girl there: for though Grace
was neither a brunette like Elsie, nor a
blonde like Maud, sin hud two dimples
in her checks»aud another in in her
.chin, and the cheeks were carmine and
the chin pearl." Then, too she was gen
tle,--sweet and tender. While Elsie
and Mand, though brighter and pos
sessed of more aplomb, were already
a little hard and worldly; flirts of the
first water, and with a keen eye to the
advantage of position and money.
No prudent chaperoue was needed to
warn them from the iuelligibles; while
Grace was forever making a goose of
herself bv melting a little toward pen
niless boys and young studcuts of art
Secretly, however, Grace hurt already
bestowed # genuine admiration on tills
man of many diamonds, llis wealth
had nothing to do with it. She liked
his songs, his voice, his face, the filings
he said, and she gave a little smothered
sigh now and then when she remem
ed that she was not a beauty like Maud
or Elsie. lie would like Elsie, of
course. She must not think of him, she
must drive him from her mind, and she
strove hard to do so. "While the other
girls pitted themselves against each
other, and bewildered the youug mil
lionare as man was never bewildered
before. For years he had seen 110 fe
male society, but had lived the life of a
hermit, and the sudden dawn of all this
youilg beauty upon him made hiin ready
" ilow happy could I be with cither 'tother
dear charmer away."
First he made love to one girl, then
to the other. Innocent little Grace had
her share of flattery and smiles, apd all
Newport declared that the " diamond
man'' would surely marry one of them.
At last a climax came. One evening
Maud stole to her room, with a diamond
ring on her finger; The next Elsie had
one in her pocket-book, and on the third
little Grace held a great glittering thing
under the candle-flame, and whispered:
" I wonder what he meant by it?"
To Elsie the yonng man had said
something about " diamonds matching
To Maud lie had said that this dia
mond would, for the first time, become
precions if she wore it. To Grace notb-
ing of the sort. At'first she had refused
to take it, but he had answered:
" I gave your sister Maud one last
night." — —'—
And then she had sHpped it on her
A tqar as bright as the gem fell upon
it as she hid it iu a little casket where
f she kept her lew ornaments, and asked
Heaven to forgive her if she still cher
ished a thought that would be wrong if
he became her,sister's husband.
" Girls," said Charles, that evening,
coming into their parlor, ** I've come
to give you a warning. There's a story
afloat about young Edmunds. They
say his diamonds* are all paste. His
servant told some men at the hotel so-1
You must be cautious, you know. It I
may be true. He may be an impostor.
Maud started. Elsie grew pale. Grace J
looked indignant. The entrance ofl
sonic stranger stopped tho talk,' but |
not the consideration of the subject, and
later on when all the house was still,
Elsie sought ail interview with her !
jcousin Charles, and showed him her :
ring, and told him its story.
"It will bo as well to have it tested,"
she said. " I don't want to make any i
" You're a cool girl," said the cousin,
iu admiration. '• I'll have the thing j
An hour afterwards another ring was
iu his care. Maud had brought him
Upr's. But Graco never thought of;
doubting that the glittering stone on j
which she had dropped tears was gen-!
Cousin Charles went city-ward that j
day, and returned very pale and seri
ous. He bowed very coldly to young
EJmonds as lie passed him 011 the pi
azza; and Elsie and Maud knew what
had happened when they had looked at
himfbut each went for the jeweler's
verdict all the same. As rendered by
Charles, it was thus:
"Paste, by Jovet" .
Then the girl's waxed furious. They
exchanged c.mfiJence. They told little
Grace, and cousin Charles did his part.
Society had cut Mr. Edmonds before
the iiexl; night came, and the landlord
regarded him doubtfully, as one whoso
bill was not- likely lo be paid. Only
one friend stood by him—it was little
Grace. One day. as she saw him walk
ing 011 the beach, she went to him and
held out her hand.
"Mr. Elrnunds," she .said, "I want
you to know that I—not that I am anv
• • 1
body, but still that I don't believe you
know it. The old gentleman that left
them to you deceived you, I'm sure,
Please tell every one so. I know you
never could be an adventurer, and it's
not your fault the diamonds were false,
aud I thought I'd like to shake hands
and say so."
"Thank you," ha said, holding out
his hand. "S > you don't doubt ine?"
"Noj" said Grace, "I don't see how
anv one can."
"Yet I knew those were bits of paste
when I gave them," said Sir Edmonds.
"I knew that they were not genuine
diamonds. Yes, I'm as bad as that*
What now, Miss Graeie?"
She looked ruefully into his face.
"I'm sure that can't be true," said
she. " Please say it isn't. I've thought
so well of you. I—"
"Graeie," said young Edmonds,
"think well of me still. The story of
the old man's generosity was quite true. |
I have, and can prove that I have dia
maiids that are worth at least a million
of money, but I gave bits of paste to
three young ladies, because I knew that
a girl who liked me for my diamonds
would be shrewedeuough to have them
tested, and that a girl who liked me for
myself would doubt neither the gems not
the truth. Thank von, Graeie. All 1
' this little world shall know that I am
I not an adventurer before to-morrow
! dawns. It shall be known that you
; have not misplaced your confidence.
1 Have you your ring, little lady?"
She took it from her pocket-book. In
a moment more he had exchanged it*
"Only you mnst wear this" he said.
And Grace, looking into his eyes>
knew what he meant, and wore it.
It was the wedding of the season,
that of Grace Ripley aud Robert Ed
monds; and if the two bride's-maids
never forgave the bridegroom, they
were ashamed to own it. Tho most
mercenary girU pretend to sentiment,
at least while they are young, and both
declare in public to this day that
they never credited the absurd scandal,
; and that Grace and Mr. Edmonds had
been engaged "for ages" when it arose.
I It is reported 011 the authority of the
Linclon Progress that Jiidge Mitchell
; of the 9th Judicial District will shortly
. resign his position in consequence of
A nOUBNFVL DREAM.
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IVow Wr. Kryier Anticipated Death.
Max Adeler has the followiug:
Last December my friend Keyser
dreamed one night that ho would die
on the 13th of January. So strongly
was he assured of the fact that the vis
ion would prove true that he began ai
once to make preparations for his de
parture. He got measured for a burial
suit, ho drew up his will, he picked
out a lot iu (he cemetery and had it
lenced*in,..'he joined the church, and
selected six of tho deacons as his pall
bearers: he also requested the choir to
sing at the funeral, and he got them to
run a favorite hymn of his to see how
it would sound. Then he got Toombs,
the undertaker, to knock together a
burial casket, with silver-plated han
dles, and cushions inside,' and he in
structed the undertaker to rush out his
best hearse, and to buy sixty pairs of
black gloves to be distributed among
the mourners. 11c had some trouble
deciding upon a tombstone. The man
at the marble-yard wanted to shove ofl"
on him a second-hand one, with an an
gel weeping over a flower pot; but
Keyser finally ordered a liew one, with
a design representing a rosebud with a
broken stem, and the legehd, VNot
lost, Ipitgouc beforo." '
Then he got the village newspaper
to put a good obituary notice of him
in typo, aud he toid his wife that lie
would be gratified if she would come
out in the spring and plant violets upon
his grave. He said it was hard to leave,
her aud the but she must try
to bear up under it. These afflictions
are for our good, and when he was an
angel he would come and watch over
her and, keep his eye on her. He said
she might marry again 5f she wanted
to, for although the mere thouglrfof it
nearly broke his heart, he wished her
above all to be happy, and to liavo some
one to love her and protect her from
tho storms of the rude world. Then
he, and Mrs. Keyser, and tho children
cried, and Keyser, as a closing word
ot counsel, advised her not to plow for
corn earlier than the middle ot March.
On the night of the 12th January
there was a flood in the creek, aud Key
ser got up at four o'clock iu the morning
of the 13th, aud worked until night,
trying to save his buildings and wood-
lie was so busy that he forgot
all about its being the day of his death,
and as he was very tired, he went to
bed early aud slept soundly, all night.
AWit six o'clock on the morning of
the 1 lib there was a ring at tho door
i bell. Keyser jumped out of bed, threw
up the front Window and exclaimed:
"It's me—Toombs," said Jhe under
taker, "What do you want aV this
time of the morning?'' demanded Key
"Want," said Toombs, not recogniz
ing "Keyser. "Why, I've brought
around the ice to pack Keyser in, sb's
hS'llkeep until the funeral. Thecorpse'd
spoil this kind of weather if we didn't."
Iheii Keyser remembered, and it
made bim feel mad when he thought
how the day had passed and left him
still alive, and how lie had made a fool
of himself, so the corpse said:
" W ell you can just akeet around home
with the ice; the corpse is not dead.
You're a little too anxious, it strikes
, me. You're not going to chuck mc in
to a sepubhre yet, if yon have got eve
rything ready. So you can haul ofl
About half past ten that morning the
deacons came around with crape ou
their hats aud gloom on their faces, to'
carry the body to the grave, and while
they were on the front steps the mar
i ble-yard man drove up with the roee
, bud tombstone and a shovel, and step
; ped in to ask tbe widow bow deep she
wanted the grave dug. Just then the
choir arrived with the minister, and the
company was in tbe parlor,
when Key«er came iu from the stable,
where he had been doing a horse with
patent medicine and warm ashes lor
the glanders. He was surprised; but
be proceeded to explain that ibcre had
beeu a little mistake somehow. II" ,vas
also pained to find everybody seemed
to be a good deal disappointed, parties
ularly the tombstone man, who went
away mad, declairing that snch an old
fraud ought to be rammed in the ground
anyhow, dead or alive. Just as the
deacons left in a huff, the taylor's boy
arrived with the burial suit, and before
Keyser ciuld kick bim off the steps the
paper carrier flung into the door tbe
Morning Arput, in which, that obitua
ry occupied a prominent place.
Anybody who wants a good, reliable
tombstone that has a broken roaebud
011 it, and that has never been used, can
buy one of that kind at a sacrifice. He
thinks bad dreams must have been
caused by eating two much sausages
for supper.— New York Weekly
On the 19th of April the people of
Massachusettsfas before this every one
knows, celebrated the Centennial anni
versary of the battle ot Lexington. Gen.
William F. Bartlett made a speech upon
the occasion. It was generous and
truthful." Instead of having lost an arm
and a leg at the head of a Federal
brigade, if Gen, Bartlett had been a
conscript officer, or something like it
in the South, during the war, and had
[ since turned republican; we should have
had a very different seutiment pervad
ing his remarks. Wo have often won
dered if tho insignificance of.these, little
iellows iu the South who are always
proclaiming loyalty and shrieking rebel
and ku-klux does not suggest itself to
them as they read snch expressions as
are found in tlie speeches of such men
as Gen, Bartlett. Though late we
give an extract of the speech, and ask
our readers, who have notbefore done
so, to compare it with the expressions
ot their, loyal radical neighbors, whose
unionism developed just as the South
failed in her struggle. We do not it"
fer to those who were from principlo
union men all the while, for they are
either conservatives now or moderate
republicans, and take no pleasure in the
abuse and vilification of their neigh
bors: Ileie is what the maimed Fed
eral General said:
" Of the relations of the North to the
South I am not an unprejudiced observ
er. On the contrary I have a prejudice
which is shared by all soldiers, iu favor
of peace, and I think I may safely say
that between the soldiers of the two
great sections of our great country fra
ternal relations were established long
ago. I have also a strong prejudice
against any man or men who woukl
divide or destroy or retard the prosper
ity and progress of tho nation whose
corner-stone was laid in the blood of
our fathers one hundred years ago to
! day. Moved by this prejudice, four
teen years ago I opposed the men who
preferred disunion to death. True to
this prejudice 1 to-day despise the men
who would for the" sake of self or
party stand in the wav of reconciliation
and united country. The distinguished
soldier who is your chief guest to-day
never came nearer to the hearts of the
jieoplc than when he said " Let us have
l>eaec," and, sir, the only really bellig
erent peoplo in the country to-day,
North and South, are those who, while
the war lasted, followed carefully the
paths of peace. "Do not believe that the
light and dirty froth which is blown
northward and scattered over the land,
often times for malicious purposes, rep
resents the true current of public opin
ion at the South. Look to their heroes,
tneir leaders, their Gordo is, their Lees,
their Johnsons, their Lamar, their Ran
som and Kipley, and tell me if you find
iu the utterances anything bnt renewed
loyalty and devotion to a united coun
try. The»e are the men, as our great
and good Governor Andrew told you
at the close of the war—these are the
men by whom and through febem you
must restore the South, instead of tho
meaner men for whoui power is only a
synonym for plunder. As I begged you
last summer,' I entreat again, do not re
pel the returning love of these men by
suspicion or indifference. If you can
not iu forgiveness '"kill the fatted calf,"
do not with coldness " kill the prodi
General Bartlett then read a letter
from Gen. It. S. Kipley, a former Con
federate officer, returning the flag of the
fiftv-fourih Massachusetts regiment,lost
iu Its attack on Fort Waguer, Charles
ton, 1863, and continued:
No oue but a soldier can know bow
he would cling to a trophy that he bad
taken iu htfuorablo battle. No one
but a soldier knows what it would
' cost to give it fflTniiless compelled by
> loflier motives of chivalrous patriotism,
aud when Genera* liipley wrote that
j letter he thought not of self, not of
South Carolina, nor of Massachusetts,
but of a restored and united country.
Tliere are tattered flags in that sacred
hall in youder Capitol, I have seen dear
I friends and brave men fall like autumn
! leaves; there are flags there that I can
not look upon without tears of pride
and sorrow; but there is no flag there
which has to-day for us a deeper signifi
cance, or that bears within its folds a
brighter omen of" peace on earth,good
will to men," than that battle-stained
! emblem so tenderly restored by a son
!of South Carolina, whom here in the
name of the soldiers of Massachusetts I
| thank and greet as brother. And lam
proud that be was an American soldier,
i As au American lam ns proud oMhe
men übo charged so bravely with
Picket's division ou our lines atGetiys
! as lam of the men who bravely
met and repulsed them there. Men
cannot always choose the right cause,
; but when having chosen that which
i their consciences dictated they are
ready to die for it; if thoy Justify not
their cause they at least ennoble them
selves, and the" men who, for conscience
sake, fought against their government
i at Gettysburg ought easily be forgiven
; by tlie sons of men who for conscience
I sake fought against their government
at Lexington and Bunker Hill. Oh, sir,
as Massachusetts was first in war, so let
; her be first iu pca»*e, and she shall for
ever be fii"Bt in the hearts of her coun
And let us here resolve tbat true to
her ancient motto while in war, ense
petit placidam, in peace she
not only for herself but for every
of this great country, sub libertate qui