ce laws of the States and the towns?
These are questions which posterity must answer.
Will they have no other remedy against this despotism but to substitute for it the one-man power.
They at least will be in no doubt as to the causes, and history will be equally clear as to what parties forced it upon us.
There is no longer any room for hope.
We must fight.
I repeat it, Sir — we must fight.
An appeal to arms and to the God of battles is all that is left us.
So said and thought Patrick Henry, in reply to the British exactions upon the colonies.
So thought, too, the people of the Confederate States, and they did fight.
They waged a war for which history has no parallel against such odds in resources and numbers.
Borne down by odds, against which it was almost vain to contend, we were bound to submit, and they have taken from us that which, in my opinion, it will be found Not enriches them, But leaves us poor indeed.
Had the South permitted her property, her constitutio
breaking the monotony.
Below, toward the river, lie the basins, docks and rows of warehouses: and further still is the landing, Rockett's, the head of river navigation, above which no vessels of any size can come.
Just under the Capitol--to the East-stands the governor's house, a plain, substantial mansion of the olden time, embosomed in trees and flower-beds.
Further off, in the same line, rise the red and ragged slopes of Church Hill.
It takes its name from the old church in which Patrick Henry made his celebrated speech — a structure still in pretty good preservation.
And still further away-opposite the vanishing point of the water view — are seen the green tops of Chimborazo Heights and Howard's Grove-hospital sites, whose names have been graven upon the hearts of all southern people by the mordant of sorrow!
Just across the river, to the South, the white and scattered village of Manchester is prettily relieved against the green slopes on which it sits.
There the bridg