And now as we look into the kindly face of our benefactor, and reflect on that patriotic gift of his that has made it possible for us to be here, let us form anew the resolution to work for Christ, for country, and for humanity.

there is nothing on this earth that would cheer his heart so much as this representative body of Southern youth, gathered here for the ultimate purpose of rendering to his beloved country the highest service that can honor a citizen-of working for the intellectual and moral welfare of the generation that is rising to manhood and womanhood. I speak with all soberness and candor when I say that, as it seems to me, there is now no other educational institution in the South that is so full of promise as this, no other that has so evidently in its keeping the educational future of the South, no other that at this moment is more prosperous, or whose future is more full of hope.

I have had a fear that all of us-students, teachers, and president-are unconscious actors in the scene that is passing. Do we sometimes stop to think that this school is destined to be old, venerable-old and venerable as Oxford and Cambridge, as Etou, Harrow, and Winchester are? To me the most impressive thought is that we are now working at the very foundation of a mighty structure, and that very likely-nay, al

most inevitablyboth the form and the spirit of the institution that is to be are now in process of determination by us.

No other American biography teaches so clearly and correctly the right use of wealth. In his talent for honest accumulation George Peabody was a genius; but he held all his wealth in trust for country and humanity.

For one moment

SCHOLARSHIPS IN THE PEABODY NORMAL COLLEGE.

A Peabody scholarship is worth $100 a year, and the student's railroad fare from his home to Nashville and return is good for two years.

The whole number of scholarships at present is 205 and they are distributed as follows:

Alabama, 16; Arkansas, 17; Florida, ; Georgia, 22; Louisiana, 12: Mississippi, 13; North Carolina, 20; South Carolina, 14; Tennessee, 33; Texas, 20: Virginia, 18: West Virginia, 12.

In the award of scholarships precedence is given to students who have been in the College for one or more years at their own expense. All students in the College at their own expense during the past year, and who came from Southern States other than Tennessee, have received scholarship appointments with one or two exceptions.

The attendance by States is as follows:

Alabama, 32; Arkansas, 23; Georgia, 36; Ken

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tucky, 3; Louisiana, 13; Mississippi, 13; New York, 1; North Carolina, 27; Ohio, 1; South Carolina, 20; Tennessee, 311; Texas, 32; Virginia, 22; West Virginia, 16. Total, 560.

Comrades who may not be posted upon the benefactions of Mr. Peabody may be surprised that so much attention is here given a man not born in the South, and who never knew but little of the Southern people in general. Let all such read his letter, in which he at one time gave one million dollars for education in the South.

In a letter written at Washington City, Feb. 7, 1867, Mr. Peabody referred "to the educational needs of those portions of our beloved and common country which have suffered from the destructive ravages and not the less disastrous consequences of civil war. With my advancing years my attachment to my native land has but become more devcted. Looking forward, I see our country united and prosperous, emerging from the clouds which still surround her," etc. This one million dollars "to be used in behalf of the young in the more destitute portions of the Southern and

the Southwestern States of our Union."

In addition, Mr. Peabody gave to 'the Board of Trust eleven hundred thousand dollars' worth of the two million dollars of bonds issued by the State of Mississippi, upon which interest was not being paid. The fund was given upon such conditions that the Board of Trust may dispose of its income as they see proper,

lowing. London.

and they may, also, after thirty years, distribute the fund for educational or literary purposes.

Two years and a half later, Mr. Peabody was so much gratified with the results of his first great bequest for education in the South, the appreciation of its beneficiaries, as well as the good accomplished by it considered, that before leaving for London he made other bequests, aggregating additional $1,384,000. He did all this "with the sincere trust that God would so bless it as to make a lasting boon not only to the Southern States but to the whole of our dear country."

Mr. Peabody sailed for London, September 29, 1869, and he died there November 4th, folHe gave three millions to the poor of

Robt. Michie, Poetry, Tex.: I have in vain watched the pages of the VETERAN to catch something from some member of our old Company "E" of the Seventeenth Tennessee Regiment, Forrest's Cavalry. Our company was first commanded by Capt.D. M. Wisdom, of Purdy, Tenn. Capt. John Michie succeeded Wisdom, and he was mortally wounded at Harrisburg, Miss., July 13, '64. Lieut. "Mich" Horton then commanded us until he fell at Franklin, Tenn.

I had one horse killed at the Fort Pillow massacre, another shot under me near Purdy, Tenn. At Harrisburg, Miss., July 14, in '64, I lost the use of my left arm. Excuse this allusion to myself, for all of us must be allowed to "tell our tales." Let me boast just enough to say that I was in all the engagements participated in by my Company from the time of enlistment until disabled. I would be pleased to hear from any member of our old Company or Regiment.

FORREST'S OLD REGIMENT.

Capt. J. C. Blanton, Commander of Company C: I have long since thought of writing a short history of Forrest's old regiment for you. I had the honor of being a member of it from the formation at Memphis, Tenn., to its surrender at Greensborough, Ala. Forrest did not enter the service at the head of a Tennessee Regiment of calvary, as is frequently published. Half of his command was from other States. We had Overton's and Logan's companies from Kentucky; Kelley's and Becoats' con panies from Alabama; and Gould's from Texas; besides, May's company, though organized at Memphis, was largely of Mississippians, Arkansians, and Texans. Then, too, Mc Donold's company made up at Memphis, contained some Arkansians.

With seven companies we started from Memphis to the seat of war in Kentucky. N. B. Forrest was Lieut. Colonel, and Rev. D. C. Kelley was Major. Hambrick succeeded Kelley to the captaincy of his company. Our first halt was at Fort Donelson, where we did some scouting down the Cumberland River. We were next ordered to Hopkinsville, Ky., where we established permanent camps, and from this point we made frequent scouts, west to the Ohio, and north to Green rivers.

Our first battle of any note was Sacramento, a Kentucky village. Cavalry did the figating on both sides. This fight lasted but a very short time. The forces were about equal, but the enemy bad the advantage of being on the defensive. The head of our columu came within range of his guns before we had formed, compelling our men to form under a distressing fire. But form we did, and drove the blue coas pell mell through the village, and into a boggy lane where a great many of them were killed and captured. This battle had a splendid effect in our regiment, causing men and officers to confide in and respect each other. We were convinced that evening that Forrest and Kelley were wise selections for our leaders. And in all the battles that followed in which these two men were actors, they well sustained the reputation made on the field of Sacramento.

Kelley's motto was thus: "In the path of duty there is no danger;" and thus "The duty of a soldier is to obey orders." Forrest made that path of duty plain, Kelley walked in it amid the roar of artillery, the rattle of musketry, even mid the groans of the dying as calmly as he had formerly walked to his pulpit on Sabbath morning. D. C. Kelley was one of the bravest men I ever saw. I never saw him manifest the least sign of fear or excitement on any field of battle, and I was with him on many. I give here one incident. It happened at the siege of Fort Donelson. It was when the enemy tried to pass the Fort with his fleet. Our regiment being cavalry could not be used in defense of the fort. So we were placed back to wait for orders. During this bombardment and when it looked like the furies of hell were turned loose on us, I looked down the line, and saw Kelley sitting on a camp stool leaning against a tent pole reading his Bible. My curiosity was at once excited, and wond ring if it were possible for a man to be interested even in reading God's word under such cir cumstances, I walked to where he was, stood close to

him until I was satisfied that he was deeply interested in the Book.

I went back and called some comrades' attention to it, and after going close to him they returned in perfect amazement, that any man could be so composed amid such roaring of cannon shots, and screaming shells. shells. Why, the very earth was quivering under us.

But I started to write the history of the regiment, not of one man. We were badly broken up at Donelson, only a part of us getting away. A number of the brave boys fell on that bloody field, and among the number my captain, Charles May. Oh, how sad we were when he fell with six holes through and near his heart; either of which would have been fatal! He indeed fell in the thickest of the fight, with sixteen of his company dead and wounded around him.

May's charge at Donelson deserves to go down to history among the most daring deeds ever performed on any field of carnage. True, it was reckless and unwise; but they were obeying orders. It is a wonder that the order was ever given; but a greater wonder is that any of us who went with Charlie May into that horrid hollow that cold, icy evening ever rode away again. No braver boys than those who fell around May in that charge-braver men never died on field of battle.

Forrest left Fort Donelson next morning with a part of his regiment. Gould and Logan remaining with their companies, and also some men from other companies. Capt. Overton stayed, but his Lieut.

Crutcher came out with most of his men.

We went thence to Nashville, and next to Huntsville, Ala., at which place a great many of us were furloughed for recruiting purposes.

Our next camp was at Burnsville, Miss., where we secured several new companies, and a number of recruits for the cld companies. At this place the regiment was reorganized. Forrest was made Colonel, Kelley, Lieutenant Colonel, and Balch, Major. From Burnsville we went to Shiloh, and were actors on that bloody field. When the army fell back to Corinth we remained between the lines nearly all the time that Bragg occupied Corinth. We followed the army to Tupelo. At this point Forrest left us and went to Tennessee as a Brigadier. After this Kelley left us, as did the two Alabama companies. Balch was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel, and E. B. Trezevant to Major.

Under General Frank Armstrong we made campaigns into North Alabama and West Tennessee, fighting almost continually, taking active part in the battles around luka, and also at Corinth. Balch left us and Trezevant succeeded him. We were next ordered to Forrest at Columbia, Tenn. All but the Tennessee companies were then taken from us, and two of these, mere fragments, were put into May's old company with the writer in command, leaving just two of the old companies, McDonald and Blantor.

Col. Trezevant was also ordered to take command of the 10th, its Colonel being absent at the time. This was a new regiment, and had seen but little service.

Soon after this the battle of Thompson Station was fought. Col. Trezevant was ordered to make a flank movement to prevent the enemy from getting back to Franklin in case of his defeat The regiment

was dismounted, and suddenly we came in close proximity to the enemy. The firing commenced almost simultaneously, and oh, what a rapid fire it was! The Tenth was armed with double barreled shot guns, except my company, which had carbines, and in easy range did terrible execution. While the battle was at white heat I turned to speak to Trezevant of how gallantly the men were bearing themselves, and I noticed that he looked pale. I stepped closer and said, "Colonel, are you hit?" The reply was, "Yes, Captain, I am killed. Take charge of the regiment." Putting my arm around him to assist him to the ground, I was ordered by general Forrest immediately to move the regiment forward. Leaving my friend and the hero, I obeyed, and never saw the form of that gallant man any more. I learned that he lingered until the evening, and then gave up his noble life. No braver man or truer friend ever buckled on sabre in defense of Southern soil and Southern honor than Col. E. B. Trezevant.

(CONCLUDED NEXT MONTH.)

"My world seems to be slipping from under my feet," is the significant language used by Mrs. Jefferson Davis on receiving the news in one day of the death of four friends, to one of whom she refers as copied in this VETERAN. It reminds the writer so vividly of a wonderful escape just before going to press with the January number, that brief mention is made. He had gone to the fourth floor of a building, had completed a conference with the foreman of a printing office and had entered the elevator to descend when suddenly as can be conceived the elevator darted for the bottom. He was alone. In the few seconds his meditations were: first that somebody might be crushed at the entrance on ground floor, then that there might be some catastrophe from above. The next thought was of himself and what he should do in the crisis. He decided that his only hope was to overcome what was possible of the concussion by a spring so as to be off the floor when it struck. Deciding that after an approximate of the velocity he then thought of the probability that he might be dead in a minute. The time for the leap arrived and it was made so heroically that he knocked the top out of the elevator, the crossed strips of iron cutting holes, as if by bullets, in his derby hat and some slight marks upon the head which bled but slightly. When the frightful accident was over he stepped out of the rapid carriage assured that no serious injury was sustained. A score or more of occupants on the various floors of the building were amazed at his escape.

An accurate reference to Mrs. Maggie Davis Hayes: Born in Washington during the latter part of her father's service as Secretary of War, she is the eldest daughter, and remembers much of the trials of her father during the Confederate struggle. While Mr. Davis was in prison, Maggie was wi h her grandmother, Mrs. Howell, near Montreal, Canada, in the Convent of the Sacred Heart at school. After Mr. Davis' release from prison she was with the family in London, and at school in England until she finished her Collegiate course.

egram from the war department asking, "Can you ride a horse?" After mounting one of his favorites and leaping a fence or two, he went into the house and sent back the laconic reply, "Yes." The next mail brought him his commission as Brigadier General. He again went to the front and fought to the end.

Gen. Butler was beloved by his officers and men, and no more gallant soldier ever drew sword in defense of those principles we all knew to be right.

I served under him in the Army of Northern Virginia, during the Campaign of 1864, when the famous brigade rendered gallant and effective service as Mounted Infantry fighting with Enfield Rifles.

After the Campaign of 1864, Gen. Hampton was ordered to join Johnston's Army, then in South Carolina, and Gen. Butler with his gallant brigade was also transferred to that army. From the fall of Columbia to the surrender of Johnston at Durham, N. C., Butler was ever at the front, harassing and impeding Sherman's advance. Often did I see him after the fatiguing events of the day lying upon the ground with no shelter but the vaulted sky above, sharing the hardships with his men, ever hopeful, ever ready to lead his sadly diminished ranks where an effective blow could be struck.

Gen. Butler served his country with ability in the United States Senate for fourteen years, until, alas, a new phase has seized our beloved South Carolina, and this gallant son of the grand Old South has been retired to private life, laden, however, with honors, deeply enshrined in the hearts of his comrades. As his head whitens and his form becomes more bent, so much more will we of the Confederacy love, honor, and cherish the memory of those days, when we fought and suffered for the Cause we loved so well.

BURIAL RITUAL FOR VETERANS.

Comrades generally in Tennessee are 80 well pleased with the Ritual in use by them that it is submitted in the faith that Veterans in other States may be pleased to adopt it in whole or in part. Changes were proposed at the last meeting of the Frank Cheatham Bivouac, because of the discomfort in using it at the grave in bitter winter weather. The change suggested that the principal part of this service by comrades be performed at the residence or in the church where the regular funeral is attended.

At the hour and place appointed, the Bivouac (or Camp) of which the deceased was a member will. meet. The President will appoint pall-bearers, marshal and assistant, if necessary. All members to be supplied with a badge of crape and sprig of evergreen, to be worn with badge of the Association. The Bivouac (or Camp) will pase in procession from the place of meeting to the place whence the deceased is to be taken for interment. The order of procession to be as follows:

1st. The Marshal with black scarf and a baton with black crape and ribbon on each end, inches wide, of color (blue, red or yellow) representing that branch of service to which the comrade belonged.

2nd. The Se.geant-at-Arms, with sword draped as baton of marshal.

3rd. Members in double rank.

4th. Recording and Corresponding Secretaries. 5th. Financial Secretary and Treasurer.

6th. Chaplain and Surgeon.

7th. Second and Third Vice Presidents.

8th. President and First Vice President.

On arriving at the house the President will place the badge of deceased on coffin.

The procession, in above named order, will precede the corpse to the place of burial. On arriving there, the members will open ranks, stand uncovered, with hat in left hand, and with right hand raised as if making a military salute, while the cortege will pass between the two lines, after which the members will reform in reverse order. The President and Vice President, leading, passing through to the front, othes following to the grave, open ranks and passing round both right and left. After the performance of such religious services as desired by friends of deceased, and before final closing of grave, the members will silently approach as near the grave as convenient, the President at the head, the Chaplain at the foot, all uncovered, hat in left hand, when the President will read the following address:

COMRADES: We are here to-day to pay the last tribute of friendship in the presence of the honored dead.

Response by Comrades: Our honored dead.

We are to commit to the grave the body of a com rade whose life-aside from its other ties of friend. ship and sociability-was drawn very close to our lives by a bond of love which was formed amidst common perils and hardships, and welded in the firs of battle.

Response: The fires of battle.

Not in the pomp and circumstance of war, not

with musket shot and roll of drum, do we bury our comrade. The roar of the cannon and the din of the conflict are hushed, and in this time of solemn peace we lay the citizen-soldier in his last resting place an honorable grave.

Response: An honorable grave.

He was a veteran Confederate soldier, true and tried. Freely and cheerfully he risked his life in defense of his home and his people; bravely and grandly he bore him-elf amidst all the dangers and privations of an unequal contest. He answered to the last roll call that summoned him to duty as a soldier, and when he yield. d to the arbitrament of war, it was not as a conquered slave, but as a heroone of the gallant spirits who have immortalized the Southern Arms. He fought a good fight, and has left a record of which we, his surviving comrades, are proud, and which is a heritage of glory to his family and their descendants for all time to come. Response: A glorious heritage!

With equal courage and fortitude and patience our comrade accepted the fortune of peace, made arduous by losses and reproaches, and as a citizen of a reunited country, true to his innate manhood, he evinced a loyalty which, making no apology for the past, was true in every quality of patriotism and which none can question without aspersion. Response: He was tried and true.

Rest, soldier, rest! Impartial history will vindicate thy motives and write thy deeds illustrious. Comrade and friend, we give thy body to the dust and commend thy spirit to God.

Response: Rest, soldier, rest!

CHAPLAIN'S PRAYER.