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Giving or sending sympathy arrangements at a funeral is a simple but powerful gesture in helping others say goodbye to a loved one. Having elegant funeral flowers or wreaths are natural ways to remember the bold, colorful lives of those who have moved on.


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Love the idea of a rebel flower crown! Though having said that, my hastily assembled one last Sunday, which kept on falling down over my eye during a WI Zoom meeting would have fitted the concept quite well ?


In the name of humanity, Christianity--of every kindly feeling that the great God has planted in our nature, we would ask whether the nurturing of a few innocent flowers over the grave of the brave enemy would endanger the cause of "loyalty?" The government is pledged to peace, with the sheathing of the blade came the olive branch, and with it the hope of future brotherhood. Yet, why is it considered policy to keep alive a bitterness that only tends to goad the conquered into acts of violent retaliation? A strange mode of lulling the troubled waters. Maybe the loyal "Grand Army of the Republic" fear that (to use the language of a contemporary) "the primrose might turn to powder, and the heart's case might bristle into a bayonet." Or do they fear that the rebel flowers might take root in a soil enriched by bones who perished in defense of their homes and liberties? The coward attempts to flee from his own shadow--there is a ghost in every nook and groan in every peeling breeze. According to Forney's creed, it is policy to insult the dead, to bayonet those who would honor the departed brave, to teach children to detest a Southerner and to trample with exultation upon his lonely grave. It is policy to smother all the nobler emotions of humanity, and to nurture the darker and viler passions. And what is behind that policy? Why, surely--to keep the feeling of hatred alive in the Northern heart, in order that the dominant party may continue to rob the public crib and ride rough shod over a groaning people!


At a recent gathering at the Arlington Cemetery of persons desirous of doing honor to the dead by strewing flowers over their graves, the following scene, as described by the New York Herald took place:


"The lieutenant in command whose name is Shirley, but of which I am not certain, was particularly offensive in his manner. Seeing a lady throw a small bouquet on one of these (Confederate) graves that lieutenant rushed to the spot, picked up the flowers, and throwing them on the ground at his feet, commenced stomping on them in a manner as to attract about him a crowd of wandering spectators in a very few minutes. Some of the lookers on, learning the cause of the lieutenant's rage, commenced to murmur disappropriation, when the lieutenant shouted out, "D-n you, get away from here, every one of you, or I'll make you. Guards, come up here and disperse this crowd." The lieutenant accompanied these words with angry gestures, and swirling his arms about as if he intended to pitch generally into the crowd. His guards answered his call but the crowd dispersed without waiting to be bayoneted.


The brave "boy in blue," this Shirley should have been cashiered from the service before he had time to return to his quarters. He was, however, in all possibility, acting under the orders of Post No. 1, of the "Grand Army of the Republic," who had the arrangement of affairs, and whose magnanimous resolutions we published in our issue last week. If so, he and his gallant horse who were ordered to charge upon a crowd of women and children, deserve a leather medal for their indomitable courage. What right had the lady to show sorrow for a dead rebel, and so an act of reverence which belonged exclusively to the "truly loyal"? It was treason, and the valiant guard were ordered to suppress it at the point of a bayonet. Shame for the age we live in! shame for the Government we have been compelled to bow to--whose hired minions are commanded to slaughter the innocent because one tender hearted female dared to drop a flower on a brave man's grave.


The decoration of the graves of the Confederate dead in the city Cemetery took place according to announcement on Saturday morning last. The weather was delightful and a pleasant breeze from the West prevented the rays of the sun from having too much power. The stores and places of business were all closed not only through respect of the memory of the dead, but, in order that every one might participate in the solemn ceremonies. From eight o'clock until ten there was a continuous stream of people of all sexes, ages and conditions making toward the burial ground. The ladies and children predominated, and, laden with their burden of flower offerings, evinced an interest in the ceremonies which was highly creditable to them.--The Council of the Friends of Temperance made a handsome display with their regalia and banners, led by the old Stonewall Brigade under the direction of Prof. Turner, an Association, which, if they were to go into good training, would prove a credit to Staunton. The pupils of the D.D. & B. Institute marched to the ground, accompanied by their band. Most of the girls and boys bore wreaths and bouquets, which they strewed over the graves. The Fire Company of this Institution turned out in uniform. It is presumed that there were between three and four thousand people on the ground, among them were the young ladies of the Augusta Seminary and Virginia Institute, each bearing wreaths or bouquets.


The ceremony of strewing flowers over the graves commenced after a dirge had been played by the Stonewall band, and a very impressive requiem sung by a select choir under the direction of Dr. J.L. Brown. Grave after grave was honored by the beautiful ladies and rosy cheeked children; they did not seek to select any particular mound--the known and unknown were all the same to them--they had all died for "the lost cause," and all were alike to be honored. We heard a bright-eyed cherub say, while holding a bouquet in her hand, "I want to put this on a little grave. Mamma, didn't any of the boys fight? Another sung a verse of "I want to be an angel," while she scattered her sweet-scented offering over the Soldier's grave. "It was the only requiem the kind little creature knew, and she thought, in all probability, that she was singing for the dead.


Their houses had been built by the company and were, therefore, of a uniform ugliness, arranged in parallel rows so close together that there was little room for flowers in front or vegetables in the rear.


When she saw that flowers refused to grow in such soil and that the seeds of her beautiful philosophy fell likewise on stony ground, she spent a few hours in hopeless despair and then looked about her for some other lever with which to lift humanity. 350c69d7ab


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