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Show not joined in by all old soldiers. The majority of those who served throughout through-out the war re more liberal and will indorse the project. But with spme the war is not and nover will be over. They did not get enough of it when the real fighting was going on. "The battlefield of Gettysburg as it nor stands is a beautiful, one-sided I picture. There is not a monument or inscription to show that an army, equal in numbers and valor to our own, struggled fiercely for three days to destroy it. As well write of Waterloo Water-loo without mention of Napoleon as of Gettysburg without Lee. By all Somebody's Darling. i ' Here is an old favorite, which we republish by request: In a ward of whitewashed walls. Where the dead and dying lay. Wounded by bayonets, shells and balls Somebody's darling was borne one day. Somebody's darling, so voung and so fair. Bearing yet on his pale, sweet face. Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave. The lingering light of his boyhood's days. Matted and damp are the curls of gold Kissing the snow of that fair young brow. Pale are the lips of delicate mould. Somebody's darling is dying now. Back from the beautiful blue-veined brow Brush all the wandering waves of gold. Cross his hands on his bosom now. Somebody's darling is stiff and cold. Kiss him once for somebody's sake. Murmur a prayer soft and low; One bright curl from its fair mates take. They were somebody's pride, you know. Somebody's hand has rested there. Was it a mother's, soft and white? And have the lips of. a sister fair Been baptized in their waves of light? God knows best. He was somebody's love. Somebody's heart enshrined him there; Somebody wafted his name above. Night and morn on the wings of prayer. pray-er. Somebody wept when he marched away. Looking so handsome, brave and grand; . Somebody's kiss on his forehead lay, I Somebody clung to his parting hand. I Somebody's waiting and watching for him. Teaming to press him again to her heart. And there he lies, with his blue eves dim. And the smiling, child-like lips apart. Tenderly bury the fair young dead. Pausing' to drop in his grave a tear. Carve on the wooden slab at his head. Somebody's darling slumbers here. The Bridge at Antietam. Describing a visit recently made to the battlefield of . Antietam, a writer In the Boston Journal says: "The visitor will find the Burnside bridge In practically the same condition condi-tion as at the time of the battle. Near that is Christian, charitable and patriotic pa-triotic let us dismiss the fiction that Lee and his men were traitors in the ordinary definition of the teem. Men took sides in that conflict according to their education and environment. The South believed in state sovereignty, sovereign-ty, the North in the federation of the states into one compact, supreme.,, union, and in the gigantic conflict wnich took place state sovereignty was buried so deep that nothing can ever waken it. Lee and the Confederates Confed-erates fought the bravest fight ever known in history. The boys of the Spanish-American war have told me that their chief regret was that they had only Spaniards to fight, while the veterans of the Union fought men who were Americans through and through and as brave as themselves. Is that not a pretty tribute to those who wore the blue in the '60's? "Lee was the first by precept and example to accept the decision of the war. He led all others by appeal and exhortation to the South to lay down its arms and return to the fold. If for nothing else his statue should appear at Gettysburg." Where He Was Wounded. At the Confederate Veteran camp meeting, held at the Waldorf-Astoria. New York, last month, a group were exchanging recollections in one corner cor-ner of the room before the speeches. One of the group, a man connected with a New York bank, was asked by the bridge on the eastern side of the Antietam some of the large willow trees have rotted away, but the bridge a substantial stone structure, flanked at either end with monuments commemorating the heroism of those who fell in that hopeless attempt to hold the bridge while the bluffs at nhesT.eTh-'eTja'ereheTd by the enemy's batteries, from which an enfilading fire could be directed across the ranks of blue the bridge was built for time, not for a day, and will seem as natural to the visitor as it did forty years ago. "The Antietam creek has not changed in its course, nor in the volume vol-ume of water -that flows in its channel. chan-nel. Standing on the eastern shore and looking at the high bluffs naturally nat-urally adapted for the location of artillery, ar-tillery, and gazing at the bridge and noting that the water in the creek is shallow, and always so in September a comrade where he was wounded, for the banker has a noticeable limp. ' "My lameness is the result of a forgery," he replied. "Bank episode, eh?" asked one. ' "No," was the reply. "Not exactly. I reckon I may as well satisfy your curiosity. "About six months after my enlistment enlist-ment under Gen. Sterling Price of Missouri Mis-souri I was sent to the hospital for repairs. re-pairs. War was hell to me right in the beginning. I was left in a farmhouse, farm-house, and as the Yanks were hot on our trail I had to be moved. "I resolved to get back home, and by various stratagems I succeeded. It was quite a journey from -Arkansas to the northwest corner of Missouri, where my people lived. I got home by night travel. "I found the old town in possession of the Federals. Old Col. Bob Smith with his Sixteenth Illinois infant was holding the place, and every road and hog path leading to the town was guarded. I had to run 'he pickets to get inside. "Things were getting very warm in the old town. It was under martial law. An order was issued that no v man or won-in should be permitted to leave the town without a pass signed by the provost marshal and the officer of the day. I obtained a pass and got on the train, where I encountered encoun-tered an officer. one cannot help asking the reason why the commanding officer of the Union forces did not attempt to cap- ture the batteries by fording the stream instead of attempting the greater risk of exposing thousands of brave men to certain death in the attempt at-tempt to capture the batteries by crossing the stream by the bridge." To Indana Soldiers. On the battlefield of Chickamauga the Twenty-ninth Indiana infantry is "I left my seat cautiously and went ' out on the rear platform. The train was running about ten miles an hour There was no , brakeman about I caught the iron handle of the platform and jumped from the train. "I thought I should never touch bottom. bot-tom. When I tried to pick myself up I found I had broken a leg. In that condition, douched to the skin, in the most excruciating pain, crawled back to my father's house. I think if Ihad had a pistol I would have kiHed ' mi',lmUSt uaVe Ciawled six r even. ' mile.-maybe more. I reached home just before daylight. My father's old family doctor was called., and he was sworn to secrecy, of course. I shall never forget how my old father told 'L3;1' course, he never would To the Seventy-ninth Indiana. memorialized where it was engaged September 20, Lieut.-Col. David M Dunn commanding. bave done that. An operation w necessary to save my life. I have been lame from the effects of it ever since" ' i Want Monument to "Jeb" Stuart. n ..7kT 111311 Veteran survivors of Gen. "Jeb" Stuart's Confederate cav- ' Squar. Richmond, on'whieh toS the state to give one-half hetnV desired for the purpose Th mount So-th Caro.ina ha's appropriated' 000 for a monument to Gen w. Hampton and Virginia ought' Z . be less generous to its own Mt t0 The Gen. Lee Statue. The proposition to erect a statue of the great Confederate leader on the field of Gettysburg has started a warm controversy. In a letter to the Chicago Chronicle a correspondent signing himself "Unio:! Veteran-says: Veteran-says: "The haste and apparent unanimity with which many of our G. A. R posts are opposing the placing of a statue 9f Lee on the field of Gettysburg js |