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Published Monthly in the Interest of Confederate Veterans and Kindred Topics.

journal will interest you. Its merit and need are set forth on pages 36–38. Join the throng. Subscribe for it at once. Ad- vertise through the South in it a1 si an inch, one and two issues free for six and twelve months. Get your home paper to review it. Fur- nish data for publication in short, true stories, humorous as well as tragic, Write of the Davis Monument. Confederate Homes and Cemeteries. CONFEDERATE MONUMENT AT NASHVILLE" TENN. SEE PAGE 62. HI II 1» I II I MOX1 Ml N I Build up a shaft to Davis ! Lrt it tower to the Bkies. Let those who fell in battle see the stately colu won riee. 'Twill represent the cauBe they loved, the cause they d»ed to save, And shadow forth our deep respect for every sol- dier's grave. .. For right or wrong, our brethren fell on every bloody field, They 'hought the cause they loved was just, and .eeling so, to yield AVere baser than all baseness Is, and greater to be feared • Than all the guns that ever roared since heaven's light appeared. For DaTis neither better was nor worse than those he led ; He Mmply represented all we did, or thought, or said. He was the chieftain of our State, the leader of our band, Duly chosen from amongst us, to assume and give command. lie erred ? It was but human. Which of us that has not erred? When we made him chief in power, we assumed his every word. So far as it had bearing on the common cause, we knew ; And all his acts as chief of State were ordered in our view. He failed to win the aim he sough ( ? Why 'twas the State that failed. They thrust him into dungeons — every man he led was jailed. The irons that upon his weak and wasted limbs he wore Were those that as their chief of State he for his people bore. The criticism and abuse he silently endured, Were only of the nature that his chieftaincy insured. And shall we now forget the men who suffered in our stead ? Corel be the craven spirit who deserts hits household dead I We yet are in our father's house ; we lov our country's flag. Long may its folds unchallenged fly on sea and moan tain crag 1 Long may Columbia's gonfalon float proudly to the breeze ! And let no man with angry hand tho sacred em- blem seize. But let us grieve over every wound wherein our country bled. We love the brave of every faith ; we mourn our gallant dead. Secure against fraternal hate they sleep beneath the sod, The Lord of Hosts hath summoned them. Their fame is safe with God. William C. Forske. Kansas City, Mo.