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We may scourge from the spirit all thought of ill In the midnight of grief held fast,

And yet, oh Brothers, be loyal still To the sacred and stainless Past.

She is glancing now from the vapor and cloud, From the waning mansion of Mars,

And the pride of her beauty is wanly bowed, And her eyes are misted stars.

And she speaks in a voice that is sad as death,

' There is duty still to be done, Tho' the trumpet of onset has spent its breath,

And the battle been lost and won.'

And she points with a trembling hand below,

To the wasted and worn array Of the heroes who strove in the morning glow

For the grandeur that crowned ' the Grey.'

Oh God ! they come not as once they came

In the magical years of yore ; For the trenchant sword and soul of flame

Shall quiver and flash no more.

Alas ! for the broken and battered hosts:

Frail wrecks from a gory sea ; Though pale as a band in the realm of ghosts,

Salute them. They fought with Lee."

GENERAL A. P. HILL.

PRESENTATION OF HIS STATUE TO A. P. HILL CAMP, PETERS- BURG, VIRGINIA.

Interesting Ceremonies Distinguished Visitors From Richmond Speeches Made on the Occasion The Banquet and Toasts.

[From the Petersburg Index Appeal, November 30, 1892.]

The unveiling of the imposing- statue of General A. P. Hill, a gift from the Pegram Battalion Association, of Richmond, to A. P. Hill Camp, of this city, which took place last evening in the hall of the camp, on Tabb street, will mark an important epoch in the