The Women of the Confederacy: In which is Presented the Heroism of the Women of the Confederacy with Accounts of Their Trials During the War and the Period of the Reconstruction, with Their Ultimate Triumph Over Adversity. Their Motives and Achievements as Told by Writers and Orators Now Preserved in Permanent Form
Neale Publishing Company, 1906 - 313 páginas
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Página 302 - It shivered the window, pane and sash; It rent the banner with seam and gash. Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf. She leaned far out on the windowsill, And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Página 302 - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight. "Halt!
Página 140 - Orleans, in return for the most scrupulous non-interference and courtesy in our part, it is ordered that hereafter when any female shall, by word, gesture, or movement, insult or show contempt for any officer or soldier of the United States, she shall be regarded and held liable to be treated as a woman of the town plying her avocation.
Página 121 - ASLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep! From which none ever wake to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes.
Página 261 - When the Constitution was adopted by the votes of States at Philadelphia, and accepted by the votes of States in popular conventions, it is safe to say that there was not a man in the country from Washington and Hamilton on the one side to George Clinton and George Mason on the other, who regarded the new system as anything but an experiment entered upon by the States and from which each and every State had the right peaceably to withdraw, a right which was very likely to be exercised.
Página 184 - Was it a mother's soft and white? And have the lips of a sister fair Been '''baptized in the waves of light? 4. God knows best! he was somebody's love; Somebody's heart enshrined him there; Somebody wafted his name above, Night and morn, on the wings of prayer. Somebody wept when he marched away, Looking so handsome, brave, and grand; Somebody's kiss on his forehead lay; Somebody clung to his parting hand.
Página 283 - And when the dead came home, a mourner at the open grave. A thousand torches would have disbanded every Southern army, but not one was lighted. When the master, going to a war in which slavery was involved, said to his slave, "I leave my home and loved ones in your charge," the tenderness between man and master stood disclosed.
Página 247 - I look forward to the day when there shall be a servile insurrection in the South; when the black man, armed with British bayonets, and led on by British officers, shall assert his freedom, and wage a war of extermination against his master; when the torch of the incendiary shall light up the towns and cities of the South, and blot out the last vestige of slavery. And though I may not mock at their calamity, nor laugh when their fear cometh, yet I shall hail it as the dawn of a political millennium.
Página 283 - I want no sweeter music than the crooning of my old " mammy," now dead and gone to rest, as I heard it when she held me in her loving arms, and bending her old black face above -me stole the cares from my brain, and led me smiling into sleep. I want no truer soul than that which moved the trusty slave, who for four years while my father fought with the armies that barred his freedom, slept every night at my mother's chamber door, holding her and her children as safe as if her husband stood guard,...