PoP's Southern American: October 2012


He Never Came Home

DAILY CONSTITUTIONALIST [AUGUSTA, GA , July 22, 1864, p. 4, c. 2

“He Never Came Home, and I Never Knew Where He Died, or Where He Was Buried.”—When this cruelest of cruel wars is over; when the white-robed angel of Peace spreads a sheltering wing over our blood-stained land, and thousands and tens of thousands of anxious families are made happy by the safe return of loved ones to the security and quiet felicities of “Home, Sweet Home,” how many other thousands of broken-hearted widows and parents will utter, in tones of anguish and despair, the words, “he never came home, and I never knew where he died, or where he was buried.” Oh, the unknown and [un]recorded dead!

Near the town of Marietta is the grave of a dead soldier. A rude head board tells all that is known of him now, perhaps forever. It bears this inscription—“Unknown—killed by Railroad accident, Sept. 14, 1863.” How many such known graves billow our land from Gettysburg to the Rio Grande ! How many thousands of our brave boys have not even a rude head board to mark their place of rest. Peace will, no doubt, create sunshine in many shady nooks and corners of the heart, but peace can never restore sunshine and smiles to hearts and homes made desolate by the absence of the loved and lost. Poor, heart-broken fathers, mothers, wives, sisters—earth has no balm to heal your wounds. Heaven alone can comfort and console you. The Past is black with despair—the Present is clouded by affliction—the Future is cheerless and hopeless; but beyond the narrow bounds of Time, brightly beams the star of Hope. Over the river of Death, there is another home, where the weary, fainting soul may throw its burden off, and lie down in green pastures beside the still waters, never more to know a human sorrow, or hear a human sight.

God comfort and strengthen the broken-hearted fathers, mothers, wives, and sisters, all over our unhappy land, and keep perpetually green in the hearts of our people the memory of the unknown and unrecorded dead.

SWR's (CulpeppersLightArtillery) Richard

Noble Sentiments from a Northern Lady.

DAILY CONSTITUTIONALIST [AUGUSTA, GA , July 28, 1864, p. 4, c. 1

Noble Sentiments from a Northern Lady.

A lady in Iowa writes to her brother, a soldier n the Confederate army at Mobile as follows:

Oh, how I long for the day to arrive when hostilities will cease, and the Southern Confederacy will be crowned with the glorious wreath of victory, having achieved their independence and secured themselves from the Yankee tyrants! I pray fervently that the South may succeed, and I know they will, for God is with them, and they must succeed.

If I were in the South I would make clothes for the soldiers. I wish I were near you, for I know I could aid in making you comfortable. It is needless for me to say to you to be cheerful amid all the privations and hardships you have to undergo; for a knowledge of holiness of the cause in which you are engaged is sufficient to silence the cry of complaint or dissatisfaction.

The south’s all is at stake! Never—never give up to be slaves of the Northern despots. My heart throbs in anxious expectations of the happy results of this spring’s campaign. Victory must be yours!

The noble soldiers of the south cannot be permitted by an almighty, merciful and just God, to spill their blood much longer, fighting with the worthless scum of the North.

How many hearts the hateful Abolitionists have made to bleed! I cannot bear to look at one of them, much less to speak to them.

A call was made through the papers for the Catholic ladies to meet at one of the public school houses to adopt measures to collect means and take tables at the Sanitary Fair; but, thank God, only seven Catholic ladies in D------ attended it.

Three cheers for the Catholic ladies of D------! True to principle, to justice, and the Constitution framed by the wisest and best of men. If the ladies of D------ could wield the government sceptre, peace would soon smile upon the land now desecrated by this most unholy war.

I do love to hear you speak so hopefully and sanguine of success; but why should any one feel or speak otherwise? I feel so, too, and if I were a man I would be at your side, battling for the homes, the firesides, and the altars of the South—above all, for dear, sacred liberty.


We Call Them Southrons

"The cause in which we are engaged is the cause of the advocacy of rights to which we were born, those for which our fathers of the Revolution bled - the richest inheritance that ever fell to man, and which it is our sacred duty to transmit untarnished to our children. Upon us is devolved the high and holy responsibility of preserving the Constitutional liberty of a free government." ~ President Jefferson Davis, June 1, 1861 - Spotswood Hotel, Richmond, Virginia

PoP Aaron
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