PLANS FOR BAZAR

Daughters Of Confederacy Make Up Their Program

TO SWELL MONUMENT FUND

The Fifth Regiment Armory Will Be Used For The Series of Notable Entertainments.

Plans for the fair which is to be held next December by Baltimore Chapter, No. 8, of the Daughters of the Confederacy, for the benefit of the Confederate monument fund, were announced to the chapter by its president, Mrs. D. Giraud Wright, at its spring musicale at Lehmann’s Hall yesterday afternoon.

As was stated in THE SUN of yesterday, the plans are for a bazar, in which the booths will represent the Confederate States. In conjunction with the bazar, in which the booths will represnt the Confederate States. In conjunction with the bazar a series of entertainments, amateur theatricals, concerts, “Alice in Wonderland,” Punch and Judy shows and a lecture by Mr. Polk Miller will be given. The use of the Fifth Regiment Armory for the week of the bazar has been secured by the chapter.

A delightful program of vocal music, solos, male quartets and mixed quartets, followed the presentation of the report on the bazar. The participants were Miss. Louisa Wright Neilson, Mrs. Edwin Farmer, Mr. Harry Klinefelter, who contributed several whistling solos; Mr. Joseph Miller, Mr. F.M. Supplee, Mr. Theodore Bitter and Mr. Harry Eastman. Mr. George Sauter and Mr. Harry G. Leland were the accompanists. Mrs. B. Jones Taylor, chairman of the committee on music, had the assistance of Mr. Supplee and Miss Neilson in preparing the program.

There were two literary numbers on the program. The first, prepared by Mrs. Columbus Schriver and read by Mrs. Wright was a sympathetic sketch of Annie Lee, “A Humble Daughter of the Confederacy,” a typical old Virginia mammy, who remained steadfastly loyal to the family to which she had belonged as a slave during the troubled days of the war, after the Emancipation Proclamation, through the changes that followed and up to the day of her death, a little more than a year ago. The second was an original poem, “Stonewall Jackson,” written and read by the president of the chapter, Mrs. D. Giraud Wright.

At the close of the musicale tea and refreshments were served from tables daintily decorated with spring blossoms in the Confederate colors – red and white – by Mrs. Robert Randolph and Mr.s S. Johnson Poe, assisted by the Misses Hough, Misses Sara and Louise Burwell, Misses Cora and Lucy Powell, Miss Annie Poe, Miss Louise Cromwell, Mrs. J.W. Kern, Mrs. J.M. Ambler, Miss Sallie Ambler, Miss Ellen Powell, Misses Rosalie and Charlotte Nolan and Miss Laura Packard.

Mrs Wright’s poem follows:

Stonewall Jackson

“Let us cross over the river
And rest in the shade of the trees.”

From banks of the sluggish bayou,
Where the moss hangs dreary and gray;
From flowery slopes where the sunlight
Holds revel from day to day;

From bowers where jasmine blossoms;
From fragrant magnolia groves;
From prairie and plain and woodland;
From the land which the cypress loves;

From heights where the shining rivers
Flow shimmering down to the sea;
From lake and mountain and lowland
The winds bear a whisper to me!

‘Tis the echo of women wailing,
And the passion of strong men’s tears –
A dirge in the silence drifting
The floats down the current of years!

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The sword from his hand has follen,
And low lies the “right arm of Lee.”
He fell on the field of his triumph
Amid paeans of victory!

Dark Death came forth to conquer
That kingly soul, out of the night;
E’en that dire foe laid down his arms
And crowned him with a crown of light!

He was spared the cross and the anguish,
The sorrow that never can die;
For his pure spirit sped to God
On the glad wings of victory,

While a vision of rest eternal
Came like peace at the close of day
To the soul of our great Captain
Ere he passed up the shining way!

He dreamed he was through the dark valley,
The shadows no longer he sees;
In sunlight he “crossed o’er the river
To rest in the shade of the trees.”

He dreamed of the weary marches;
He dreamed of those way worn feet
That followed where’er he summoned;
He called them once more to meet

By the banks of that flowing river,
Where they’ll rest in the evening light
And Dawn shall break in a spleandor
From Darkness, and out of the night

That shadowy host shall gather,
When the last great trump shall sound.
Who followed our crimson banner
To the last sad camping ground.

Their tents are folded forever,
The martial music is stilled,
But they’ll sing a song of triumph, and the heavens shall be thrilled.

With the voices of our heroes,
Men who failed to win the fight, but who won a nobler conquest,
For they died for truth and right!

Our women go forth in their weeping
To the graves where our hopes lie dead:
And the “Cause” that was “Lost” is
dearer
For the blood and the tears we shed.

While the red-stained fields of battle,
As shadows grow long on the plain
And the years march on relentless,
Cry out again and again:

And, faithful till death, we answer;
Though all were forgetting, yet we
Will never forget, till silent
Our hearts and our voices shall be.

O land of our love! forever
Remember that not all in vain
Was poured out that precious libation
On our altar of grief and pain.

O sorrow-crowned South! In thy mourning
Lift thine eyes to the heights where they
stand,
These heroes of thine, while their glory
Illumines the length of the land.

We will write it in bronze and marble,
And in the tablets more lasting than these –
In the hearts of our young men and maidens;
And may the children at our knees

Hear the story of soldier and sailor,
The brave on the land and the seas;
Then we “cross over the river
And rest in the shade of the trees!”