dden and helpless, and had lost the power of locomotion.
She could at this period only move, as she was moved, by the help of her attendants.
These are the true and stern facts, proving that Whittier's poem upon this subject is fiction, pure fiction, and nothing else, without even the remotest semblance or resemblance of fact. Valerius Ebert. Frederick City, Md., August 27th.
So the deed of derring do that challenge a place for Barbara Frietchie alongside of Roman Cloelia or Scottish Katherine Douglas, vanishes into thin air. The utmost that can be contended for, is that she may have waived a Union flag to welcome Union troops.
Even this is highly improbable—well-nigh impossible, indeed, for a poor old bedridden dame of ninety-six; but granting it be true, wherein consists the extraordinary heroism of the act?
As this myth is an exceedingly tough one to kill, because of its stirring setting, it might be well for the curious, interested in such matters, to cut out Mr. Ebert's l