While through the screening trees and vines Expectant of the fray. Hark! on the right a rifle rings; The stifling smoke wreaths round, it spread With glaring eye and lips compressed, When years crowd in a moment's time; Oh what an hour is this to die! Onward, still onward, on to the sea. Aye! never have the incidents our recollections hold The sparkling stories of "The March" unto the world been told. Its detailed tale has yet to be on history enrolled Lies deep within the mountain's heart a buried grotto, bright Whose mysteries have never been profaned by human sight. The veil that hides its splendors rare, As now, assembled "Sherman's men," The rare adventures we have known. But no! methinks a whisper comes soft as the ocean moan, Amid these shining memories entwines a shaded thread— Ye laughed Death's shade to scorn, amid the fiery hours of strife; gray, At such an hour, from such a band, can ye be far away? Among a race of fishermen who sailed the Egean sea, There lived a touching custom, of rare antiquity. When wives of hardy mariners, whose husbands were away, Saw tokens in the sea and sky of elemental fray The cloud, the gale, the thunder growl and ocean white with spray Leaving their homely little huts, they'd to the beach repair And pour their sweet domestic songs upon the rising air. 'Tis given to roam the universe through with instant measureless flight, Will not our wealth of honor and love, from their beautiful homes on high, Bring the shades of comrades departed, as ours to their presence would fly? They are with us,-when moves the nation with sad and rev'rent tread To scatter the garlands of Spring-time over its martyred dead, They join in the long procession; they breathe on the falling flowers, While felt, though all unseen, they blend there sorrow and pride with ours. And their gentle presence now we know in these rejoicing hours. Aye! their forms are floating around us and hallowing the air; They list to our kind remembrances, and echo every prayer; They are sitting among their comrades, old comrades of the blue; They are whispering sweetly, softly, the names of you and you; They are touching those proud inscriptions-their tablets of renown; They rest in those sacred banners, so tattered, and dim, and brown, And from those couches of glory their spirits look smiling down. Oh soldiers who sit before me, oh braves who have gone before, Was ever a richer mine revealed of patriotic ore? Can there a higher heritage, or a prouder title be, Than to have one's name on the roster of the old Tennessee? Columned on names which symbolize perpetual victory. In crowning arch The glorious march. Oh that glorious march to the sea! How the attent of the earth engage? Wreathing its strand into romance tale; And the sun grows cold, And the leaves of the judgment day unfold." Studding red War's historic sky Eternal glories blaze, The noted names of victory, Charming the earth's attracted eye, There shines immortal Marathon- There Tours, whose ruddy plain upon And fanned Napoleon's flaming will At Waterloo it paled; Trafalgar, England's choicest pride, From whence our thoughts instinctive turn To Marston Moor and Bannockburn, And that rare watchword of the free The martyrs' gem, Thermopylæ. As here and there on either hand Majestic, lone, undimn'd they stand; A beacon blaze of genius bright, Of proven skill in fearful fight From whence the proudest promptings start, Or fuse ambition's ready heart With emulative fire. But o'er and through these fadeless beams, Whose rare exceeding lustre seems All unapproached, alone. It gives no solitary shine, But stretches on-a lengthened line, A serried, constellated band, A broad, continuing zone. THE MARCH-it needs no other name, General Tilson's recitation being the last of the arranged exercises, the President stated that if the audience then desired to hear any of the other distinguished gentlemen present, time would be cheerfully allowed before closing, and he had no doubt if it were so indicated, the responses would be forthcoming. Hon. Henry Wilson, Vice-President of the United States, was called for and responded. SPEECH OF VICE-PRESIDENT WILSON. MR. CHAIRMAN AND GENTLEMEN:-As I have looked into the faces of the brave men and the historic men around me, upon these flags-listened to voices in prose and poetry, music and song; the manly voices of men, and the sweet voices of women—I have been reminded of the memories of other days, and I have felt gratified for the privilege of being here to-night. I congratulate you, gentlemen, upon this occasion. I shall go to my Eastern home carrying with me the bright memories and the inspirations of this hour. You have met here to take each other by the hand, to recall the deeds of the past, and to-morrow pay the tribute to that great immortal man who presided over this nation in the stormy period through which we have passed. [Applause.] And as we separate, and you go to your homes, you and all |