“After the battle of Sedan, the wild cries of the citizens of Paris went out for the blood of the emperor; but at Appomattox, veneration and love only met the eyes of the troops who looked upon their commander.  I will not trespass upon your time much farther.  When I last saw him the raven hair had turned white.  In a small village church his reverent head was bowed in prayer.  The humblest step was that of Robert E. Lee, as he entered the portals of the temple erected to God.  In broken responses he answered to the services of the Church.  Noble, sincere, and humble in his religion, he showed forth his true character in laying aside his sword to educate the youth of his country.  Never did he appear more noble than at that time.  He is now gone, and rests in peace, and has crossed that mysterious stream that Stonewall Jackson saw with inspired eyes when he asked that he might be permitted to take his troops across the river and forever rest beneath the shadows of the trees.”

After a few remarks from Hon. D.Y.  Lyttle, the meeting adjourned.

AUGUSTA, GA.

A meeting was held at Augusta, on October 18th, at the City Hall.  The preamble and resolutions adopted were as follows: 

“Whereas, This day, throughout all this Southern land, sorrow, many-tongued, is ascending to heaven for the death of Robert E. Lee, and communities everywhere are honoring themselves in striving to do honor to that great name; and we, the people of Augusta, who were not laggards in upholding his glorious banner while it floated to the breeze, would swell the general lamentation of his departure: 

therefore be it

“Resolved, That no people in the tide of time has been bereaved as we are bereaved; for no other people has had such a man to lose.  Greece, rich in heroes; Rome, prolific mother of great citizens, so that the name of Roman is the synonyme of all that is noblest in citizenship—­had no man coming up to the full measure of this great departed.  On scores of battle-fields, consummate commander; everywhere, bravest soldier; in failure, sublimest hero; in disbanding his army, most pathetic of writers; in persecution, most patient of power’s victims; in private life, purest of men—­he was such that all Christendom, with one consent, named him GREAT.  We, recalling that so also mankind have styled Alexander, Caesar, Frederick, and Napoleon, and beholding in the Confederate leader qualities higher and better than theirs, find that language poor indeed which only enables us to call him ’great’—­him standing among the great of all ages preeminent.