The Women of the South in War Times

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Norman, Remington Company, 1920 - United States - 464 pages
Includes narratives, reminiscences, and diary excerpts of Elizabeth Waring Duckett, Judith Brockenbrough McGuire, Bettie Taylor Phillips, Mrs. Ella K. Trader, Mrs. C.C. Oppenheim, and Mrs. A.H. Gay.
 

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Page 201 - salt' will be necessary. ... I attach more importance to these deep incisions into the enemy's country because this war differs from European wars in this particular : we are not only fighting hostile armies but a hostile people, and must make old and young, rich and poor, feel the hard hand of war, as well as their organized armies.
Page 99 - The heroes' sepulchre. Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead ! Dear as the blood ye gave ; No impious footstep here shall tread The herbage of your grave ! Nor shall your glory be forgot While fame her record keeps, Or honor points the hallowed spot Where valor proudly sleeps.
Page 134 - Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land! Chorus Den I wish I was in Dixie, hooray, hooray! In Dixie Land I'll take my stand, To lib and die in Dixie; Away, away, away down south in Dixie; Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Page 224 - Eutaw — who shall foil Auxiliars such as these? Nor these alone, But every stock and stone Shall help us; but the very soil, And all the generous wealth it gives to toil, And all for which we love our noble land, Shall fight beside, and through us...
Page 98 - Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead. No rumor of the foe's advance Now swells upon the wind No troubled thought at midnight haunts Of loved ones left behind. No vision of the morrow's strife...
Page 199 - Hold up the glories of thy dead; Say how thy elder children bled, And point to Eutaw's battle-bed, Carolina ! Tell how the patriot's soul was tried, And what his dauntless breast defied; *> How Rutledge ruled and Laurens died, Carolina ! Cry ! till thy summons, heard at last, Shall fall like Marion's bugle-blast Re-echoed from the haunted past, Carolina...
Page 176 - Though dark my path and sad my lot, Let me be still, and murmur not, Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,
Page 364 - The widow's moan, the orphan's wail, Come round thee ; yet in truth be strong ! Eternal right, though all else fail, Can never be made wrong. "An angel's heart, an angel's mouth, Not Homer's, could alone for me, Hymn well the great Confederate South, Virginia first, and Lee. "PSW" I found in General Lee's letter-book the following letters to Mr.
Page 82 - ... if the secrets of all hearts could have been revealed, our enemies would have been astounded to see how many thousands and tens of thousands in the Southern States felt the crushing burden and the awful responsibility of the institution which we were supposed to be defending with the melodramatic fury of pirate kings.
Page 224 - ... treachery caught, By their own fears made bold, And leagued with him of old, Who long since in the limits of the North Set up his evil throne, and warred with God— What if, both mad and blinded in their rage, Our foes should fling us down their mortal gage, And with a hostile step profane our sod! We shall not shrink, my brothers, but go forth To meet them...

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