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The News and Observer. VOL. XXXVIII. NO. 102. TTKII LAEffIESTT ®DCB©(!J[L»TD®K] ®F AKTCf KKS3EKTTGC ©AIMUGM IMDUT. IT IS FINISHED THE SHAFT THAT WILL FOR EVER STAND AS A MONU MENT TO THE VALOR OF THE CONFEDERATE. SOLDIER WAS UN VEILED. ft PERFECT DftY. The Smile of all Nature Approves the Consummation ot the Labor of Love Wi ought by Fair and Putrotic Hands -.The Old Veterans Tell Over Again the Story ol Their Stroggle—Last Great Gathering of the Brave Men Who AVore the Gray. They had been coming since Friday af ternoon. About fifte?n hundred came on Satur day. About three thousand came on Sun day \ About eighteen thousand came in yes lerday, ten thousand by the Southern and eight thousand by the Seaboard. These were the figures furnished by the authorized agents of the railroads. Putting the turnout of the.eity at 7,; 500, the figures run up to thirty thou sand people who were on the streets of Raleigh for the purpose of being present at the unveiling of the monument to the Confederate dead., Saturday nigh*, the town had insom nia. Many hundreds did no sleeping. Sunday morning had been quiet enough. There was then an uncommon fullness of the streets —a fullness which stood iD some such relation to the normal Sab bath going as the May leafage of the Capitol ire 's does to their b ossom state, just a de per swell of people; and the churches were filled with chairs in the aides, and the brow of Satur day’s sky had been stroked by MBS JULIA JACKSON CHRISTIAN She Uaveiled the Monument, Age Seven. transient sun-breaks into benigner mood, but there was unnatural hiut of chill about the air. Yet Sunday afternoon, the fashionable streets were charming with balcoayjseenes of famili s rod guests hoping in converse for balmy sky on the morrow. Nobody knew what crowd to expect, but surprises were on every face at possibilities, and thirty thousand were haaarded and rightly haza r ded. Bunday afternoon, Union station was almost hidden by the crowd coming in, many of them to be gone yesterday af ternoon. Most of them were old soldiers and their wives. A rush was made for ho tels and boarding houses and tt ehomes of friends had the light of hospitality through their trontentrance-way to back door. The so-ial color of the city was apparent everywhere Sunday afternoon. At Mrs Armistead Jones's the old sol diers begau calling and at the residence of Mr. R H Jones and at the residence of Prof. I). H Harvey Hill, where his mother, Mrs General D. H. Hill, was a guest. They were calling respectively to see Mrs. Stouewall Jaekoon aud her little grand dau -liter, who was to unveil the monument; upon Mrs. General L. O’B. Branch, and upon Mrs. General D. H. Hill. The insurging of men was impressive, the Bryan Grimes Camp of Confederate Veterans being conspicuous among the callers. The widows of these splendid Generals were what was left to the soldiers, and all that was left of that “sorrow’s crown of sorrow,” w-hich was wrought from the smoke of baitle, and thus even the re membrance “of happier things” was Bwept with a sigh suppressed though it were in the past those of who met. And yet thero was many a tear that Sabbai n afternoon, and many a twilight picture of which human eye will not know. But those pictures be unseen: they are sacred alike to widow and veteran. But the stars came out a in Sabbath night chant of to morrow, and foot falls grew lest* frequent, except for laughing groups about hotels, and earnest con verse in groups under the foliage of the Capitol Square. Yet there was one spot haunted oy white upturned faces the night through. At two Sunday morn ing, the four electric light clustres about the monument made a snow light that shone through close tree branches like ghost fingers on the green grass and the silent visitors about the rnonu ment looked almost without exchange of word, even at the shrouded shaft. The fragmentary floating edges of the gather ing neople thus lolled about the night through in the softening air, and the morning broke, and the strange waking noises of the city, a hurryiDg wagon, or a morning greeting, came out one by one, but about the quiet residence portion of the city, all was yet in slum ber, quiet, sweet homes offering their Confederate colors as silent token of what the slet pers dreamed of. It was a strangely pure morning of blue: the tone of the air seemed to take the shape of music of morning notes, as soft and golden as the breath of singing canary birds, and the song came gladder as the sun came higher, and field and flower and leaf listened to the rhapsody of light. What wonder, then, the people came out of their homes with elixir in their voices, and of buoyant step! On such a morning the men came forth to take their place in line. Marshal Carroll left his home early, and a last meeting of all chairmen of committees and chiefs of divisions was held to put the last man in place. But the men almost now knew their places, for at noon, under a brilliant sun, growing warmer, they began march ing down Fayetteville to South street when they turned aside to the right, forming into line as far down as Me Dowell street three blocks away. The work of forming was done on this street, with the old veterans standi ug, some in column mass and some scattered in the immense groved enclosure of theOenten nial Graded School. Riders went up and down South street hurrying their men into position; Col. Thos. S Kenan sat on his horse at the head of the veterans whom he was to lead quite coolly at the gate of the Graded School. It was almost quite time to start, but a rumor came that 97 coaches on the way from Greensboro were belated, and communication was had with the Presi dent of the association as to whether or not there should be a wait. This was decided in the but even then over an hour elaspea, before real move ment began, and the crowd on the train were in on time. The old veterans stood quite patiently in the school-grounds waiting for the young military to put on their best looks; they had waited before; “their’s not to reason why.’’ The young fellows were coming along South street and turning to the left, were heading up Fayetteville street toward the capitol The veterans stood, their banners at the gate: four banners held bv those of ther number in a Beauregard; another flag by R.R Warren, group, by C. E. Perry, veteran, of Com pany E, 4th N. C., holding Grimes Camp headquarters flag of the field,, which was presented to it by General Co. A, 67th Regiment, t le Grimes Camp flag; another by R. R. Clark, Co. K, 10th Regiment Artillery, the com pany flag of the 10th Regiment, of j which Thomas Sparrow was captain. This flag Captain Sparrow put under his coat when he was taken prisoner, to shield it from capture, and kept it concealed next to his heart all through his con finement at Fort Warren in Boston and n New York; another flag held by W. L. Powell, 4th N. C., Co. P, which was carried out from Washington, N. C., with the Pamlico Rifles. All these flags were pale blue—or pale pink, quite pale against the fast new colors of the young companies now moving so briskly in front. These young men had nearly ail gone by, and the end of the line was near the corner of South, and the old veterans were “doing about” just a little for it was almost their turn to step out. The A. P. Hill Camp was the only band of veter ans in uniform; the others were simply in their best clothes, with hats of differ ent shapes. They did not care for hats or uniforms, or steps, or straightness; it was their thoughts that were on dress parade in the armories of their hearts. Col. Kenan still sat upon his horse at the gate with his soldierly face and* imperial and the carriage of one who was easily a soldier. J ust as the line was about formed the Colonel, turning to the veterans, spoke to them in words which brought back yonder days. He said that the cheerfulness with which they obeyed orders while in active service, was sufficient to warrant him in saying that now it would be only neces sary to let the veterans know what was to be done on this occasion, and a sim pie request would be recognized as mauda tory by them; that it made no difference what position in the line they ocepied, for to be in it anywhere was an honor. He then proceeded to indi cate the positions, which were wil lingly taken. He had them well organized in a very few minutes after assembling, and then reported to the Chief Marshall that the division of Confederate Veterans were ready to take up the march. His capacity for such organization during the war was again shown in the management of the veteran corps on yesterday. The < ffect of his words was full. There was the line of the State young men, with lives at romantic stage. The line was moving forward and being lengthened by companies from successive side-streets; they were almost ready, tbe Bonnie Blue Flag come from way up the line like a breath of young sisters and mothers and sweethearts of thirty years ago; they were getting into swing, At first there was a gentle swaying motion of men, the white plumes quiver ing o c the Goldsboro Rifles iu gray, the blue bulk of Co. G, of Little Washing ton, the sparkling white helmets of the Franklin Rifles, like the white comb of the wave in the turbulent wave motion of the men, the white and blue of Lum beibridge, thejblueand black of the Wil son Light Infantry, the gray of the Fay etteville Light Infantry and the A. A M. Cadets, the white of the Wilmington Naval Reserves, the blue Jof the Zeb Vance Division, plumes of brilliant red, the Queen City Guards, and the Newbern Naval Re serves—the colors rose and fell and un dulated’ in auroraborealis lights like the wiue of dawn upon the sea. The music came fuller, and almost swept the great wide street, and the veterans were in marching order; their feet went smart ly out and back in response RALEIGH. N. C-. TUESDAY. MAY 11. 1895. ■ | \ : CONFEDERATE MONUMENT. Erected by the Women of North Caro ina Unveiled May 20th, 1895. The design of the monument is on the Corinthian order. The first base is six feet square, on which stands a large die block containing tbe seal of tbe State of North Carolina and also tbe seal of the Confederate States of America. On each side is a statue, one of cavalry in the act of drawing his sword, the other an artileryman with the rammer in his hand. The die block is surmounted by a large shaft weigh ing about 8,500 pounds This shaft is surmounted by a Corinthian cap, on which stands the figure of a young infantryman. This is ten feet in height. All the statu ary is of bronze, cast at the Royal Foundry in Munich, Bavaria. The modeling was done by Prof, Von Miller, the tiDest sculptor iu bronze living. The entire monument is seventy-five feet high and is finely proportioned. It was designed and erected by the Mnldoon Monument Company, and Col. Muldoon says it is to day one of the handsomest granite monuments in America. to the music, there were several miles of walking left in these feet yet. How they came along behind their juniors, and the whole line moved, looking like sun set against sunrise with straggling gait against the step of hope ahead. There was pathos in the contrst. There too, in the midst of them, and behind the banner mentioned above was what was almost a rag of white aud red, nailed to a staff made of laths; this flag was pitiably precious; it belonged to the 17th Regi ment and was presented to the camp by Abel Thomas; it was a mere skeleton of a flag; literally shot to pieces. Then there was a banner of the Ist North Car olina Battallion, which belonged to Com pany A—the Gray Eagles of Yadkin car ried by Dr. J. A. Blum, of Winston,a lit tie man with a big fighting record. He showed me a daguerreotype of him self in war time It seemed that tn* only reason that Vept him from being shot was that he was too slender a strip ling. The veterans went along, tbe Grimes Camp, the A. P. Hill Camp, tin Wake and Franklin Camps, the W. .J Hoke Qarap, of Lincoln, with gallant Jack Reinhardt among them Their banners were of white cotton of sfliirff, square shape, lettered in simple letters of black and with plain staffs. These were the letters: Malvern Hill, Ellyson’s Mill, sqeond Mannassas, Cedar Run, Sharpsburg, Fredericksburg, Ohancel lorsville, Gettysburg, Wilderness, Spott sylvauia, Drury’s Bluff, Petersburg, Appomattox. The “banner” of Co. C. 40th N. C. was lettered thus: Savannah, Fort Auderson, Kinston, Bentonville. The color of these banners was in the back ground; the red and white that was lacking could be seen by the veterans in the smoke and shell burst of thirty years ago They had passed two blocks away and the street to the Capital was now rocking, the screem of a tar away band at the head of the column and the shouts and cheers of the people parlook of the tumultuous The colors on the Capital looked quiet in the perspective. The Fayetteville Light Infantry, it was said, was a>ked to occupy the right, the place of honor. Mujor Vann as sented on one condition that the Bryan Grimes Camp be ou tbe right of their company, that, they had come to be a guard of honor to that knightly body of men. But all was arranged without hitch, and the Grimes Camp had the Fayetteville boys ot gray as their guard of honor. Tbe mounted men rode well, and the men marched well, and turned the street at the Capitol gate with precision, coming along by companies, by platoons and by fours. In tbe midst of them was the Durham County Legion with a float with the legend, “In Memo rian, Durham County Legion—Faithful unto Death.” From the capitol now looking down Fayetteville street the line was a mile and over long. It was circling round the square, and going up in the midst of the shade of the city, where the sequestered homes were, which were so quiet in the early morning with their decorations on por tico and grove tree. They were nearly an hour passing through the home streets before the head of the procession was back at the Capitol. Here there awaited them not all the thirty thousand that were in the city, for hundreds upon hun 8. McD. TATE* Treasurer of Monument Association. hundreds were in windows, yet along Fayetteville street and the thick walled old rooms of the capitol were full or merry companies of girls, and people wee looking from distances, but there were thousands—say safely 20.000 in about the capitol, ing the carriages that led the way of the return. Conspicuous among those first to be escorted to the grand stan I were Mrs. Armistead .Jones, Virs. Gen. W. L O’B Branch, Mrs Gen. Stonewall Jackson, and granddaughter, Julia Jackson Christian, and Mrs. Gen. I) II Hill and little granddaughter. The grand stand was filled by tick ets—there being over a hundred seated and standing to hear the oration of Col. A. M. Waddell. The band broke forth and the canvass about the monument flapped under loosened strings and under freshening breeze. The moment w«s almost come. There were a few formalities to be gone through with: the opening prayer by Rev. Bennett Smedes was in pressive; the speech of Capt. Ashe, the speech of welcome, was handsome and delivered with delightful effect and finish. Marshal Carroll then introduced the orator of the occasion iu a five minutes speech, which was applauded several times at the end of effective periods. Then arose the speaker, Col. Wad dell. He was in good voice, trim, as a race-hore, scholarly looking, master of the occasion. His utterances were noble and eloquent, well-balanced and well timed. Veterans on the stand showed deep feeling under several fine passages, and the widows of the Con federate Generals, and the other women present, were intent upon every word. After a broad laying down of j his loyalty to the Union, and his equal i loyalty to the principles of the Con fed ! eracy, he apostrophized the private; then making a historic review of the i questions that led up to the war, the two ! standing out boldly being slavery and I nullification, he nailed nullification to I the Northern States and he nailed slave ’ dealing to the Northern states, the I Southern states simply beiug followers. Then he came to the bloom of his ora tion, the rack on which the Southern States were put, when, saiJ the orator, with consummate rhetorical effect “the Confederate soldier appeared.” This was followed by great cheers and much feeling on the part of all those who heard. Then the way being clear, the Confederate Soldier had his old uniform put on him again by the orator, until the people saw him again and loved him, and the story was told—the story that don’t grow old to those young men who do not, as the speaker said, think their fathers traitors. His appeal to the young men to cleave to the memory of their fathers, was a fine peice of work, and after a tribute to the women of the South, the orator closed his magnificent address, which was probably the effort of his life. While the speech was going on, little J ulia was led from the grand standby A. M. MePheeters, Jr., aud was carried to the base of the monument where she sat quite alone, except for tbe guards that were about her as sentinels |on duty. She wa-> in full view of the grand stand, and was a sweet picture, with a charming little dress of white or gandie, stockings and ribbons of pink and hair of the bonniest gold. She was like a holy memory of her little mother to those who knew that little mother when she drew aside the veil that was about the figure of Foley’s Statue of Jackson. She waited there quite alone, until Col. Samuel McD. Tate had made a charac teristic soldiers’ speech of presentation GEN. W. If. CHEEK. to the Governor, while the Gov ernor stood. The Governor replied in a speech of brevity and dignity and grace, and preparations were made for the unveiling sure enough The lit tle girl’s hands clasped the rope and pulled, not hard, and one side slipped away and then the other rope, ana the vision of the soldier was almost in sight. The garments of Elijah seemed to be fall ing in the translation of a country’s hero to the stars. The cheers were deafenin: g the bells rang, and nature seemed to join in the hallelujah: the figure stood seventy-five feet up, a modest young Caralier, with blanketswung over the left shoulder and cla-ping his musket with tbe stock resting easily on the ground: the right foot went firmly forward, and the pose was one of strength in abuegation. Let the picture be left here: let the people take their ways back to their o\f\mQg ( The soldier’s tace was turned to tne west;for his cause was set, but on his brow ; at twilight was the shadow of the ; brilliant evening star- which in the ; heavens is named the star of love. Thus was the brave brow of grief illumined by the love, of State and people, and with this meaning will stand the figure against after storm or shadow. It was about one o’clock when the nervous movement of expectancy among the crowd that thronged around the southern gate of the capitol square indi cated that the parade was moving. The procession had formed at the ex treme southern end of Fayetteville street. The time set for its movement was 12 o’clock, but the large number of milita ry companies, bauds and veterans’ asso eiations made its formation an exceed ingly arduous task. liOoking from the capitol square as the procession, which reached in breadth from side to side of the wide street, pre sented an enspiriting and beautiful sight; the waving plumes and gleaming weap ons of the military and the waving flags, many of which had “smelt powder” in the lives of times and battled-scared vet erans. made a varied but delightful pict ure. Slowly and in order the procession ad vanced up the street, through a walled up crowd of enthusiastic, cheering spec tators. Men pulled off their hats and stood bareheaded while they shouted PRICE FIVE CENTS. themselves hoarse and hot, beautiful women sat in every available balcony and cheered weary but steadfast march ers with wavings of handkerchiefs and shrill crys of encouraging enthusiasm. First of all came Capt. 0. I). Heartt, Chief of Police of Raleigh. Following him in carriages, preceeded by a platoon of marshals, came the speakers and the ladies of the Monumental Association and honored citizens. Among those m the carriages were Col. A. M. Waddell, Rev. Dr. Bennett Smedes, Capt. Denson, Mayor Russ, Major John C. Winder, Ex- State Treasurer Tate, Ex-Governor Holt and Ex-Gov Jarvis, in the same car riage, Mrs. “Stonewall” Jackson and pret ty yellow-haired Julia Jackson Christian, who was to unveil the monument, Mrs. Armistead Jones, Mrs. John W. Hins dale, and Miss Cowper. Following the carriages came Chief Marshall O. J. Carroll, astride a spirited bay and leading a long line of assistant and honorary marshals. Then came the glory of a procession, the feature that ever lends pomp and dignity. First on horse came General John Cotton, in command of the troops and staff. Cheers, loud and long, greeted every company of soldier boys as they passed, tbe drum corps and bands pro ceeding them enlivening the march with those patriotic old Southern tunes that make the Southerner throw up his hat or weep—as the strain is mart ial or filled with sentiment. EX-GOV. TIIOS. M. HOLT. The following was the order of march of the various companies, nearly all of which vere preceded by drum corps or bands: First came the Goldsboro Rifles, in command of Capt. T. H. Bain, and headed by an excellent drum corps. This company marched under the very sime old flag which waved proudly over the little company of brave veterans of that town, when they marched away to the war. Capt. Woollcott was in command of the Governor’s Guards, whose excellent drilling reflect much credit on their Cap tain. The Washington Light Infantry was headed by Capt. J. F. Thomas. At the fore of Company H, Pitt Rifles, marched Capt. J. T. Smith. Then followed, all in perfect time and marching to inspiring music a long line of uniformed men. Company B, Franklin Rifles, Capt. J. B. Thrower. Company A, Edgecombe Guards, First Lieutenant W. I. BeDnett. Company B, Lumber Bridge Rifles, Capt. Jas. S. Cobb. Company F, Wilson Light Infantry, First Lieutenant R. Winstead. Company E, Maxton Guards, Capt. J. J. Freeland. Company C, Vance Guards, Capt. P. T. Jones. Company E, Granville Grays, Capt. Frank Taylor. Company D, Durham Light lafantry, Capt. J. H. Snead. The A. & M. Col ege Cadets followed, lead by their excellent young Captain, C. Miller Hughes. Their uniforms are a neat gray and their appearance is worthy of any military organization. Company E, Fourth Regiment, Queen City Guards, Capt. Franklin. The Charlotte and Wilmington Divis ions of Naval Reserves made a aeat and novel appearance and were greeted with loud cheers from the throng. The former, under the command of Lieuten ant J. F. Wilkes, wore notty blue uni forms and carried a handsome Gatling pun drawn by horses. The latter, com manen. by Lieutenant J. C. Morrison, looked t**_ o a j “gailor boy soldiers” that they are. Thev were dressed business like looking u.., wnns or duck and their two Gatling guns were pulled by hand. Newbern also had a credit able turn out of her division of Reserves. Lieutenant J. C. Morrison was in com mand. The Uniform Rank of Knights of Pythias, Zeb Vance Division, created enthusiasm. There were about twenty as fine looking men composing this di vision, as are to be found anywhere. They were dressed in a particularly well looking uniform, and carried a large and beanrifully ornamented banner. But wAen they had passed, the cheers along ffie lme grew in volume, for the ve.erans were coming. There is noth ing which can so arouse the enthusiasm and bring forth the tears of sympathetic admiration of the Southerner than the sight of Ihese men, honored by time and many a |ard fought battle for a cause which eiiry man of the South believes to have fecu just. Many of them were feeble afi their strength was barely equal to the stain of the march, and yet they marched on bravely and evenly, these one-arued, one legged heroes and ac knowledged gracefully the perfect ova tion fr( 1 men and women which they receivcj. It was a touching and all in- L'ONTINUF.D ON FIFTH PAGE.)