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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), South Carolina Thirty years ago. (search)
South Carolina Thirty years ago. On the 4th of July, 1832, Independence day was celebrated at Charleston by two separate meetings: one the Unionists, the other the Nullifiers. Colonel Hayne, the Southern champion who was so discomfited in the tilt with Webster, spoke to the Nullification meeting, and Drayton, a distinguished Unionist member of Congress, father of Gen. Drayton who commanded at the Port Royal forts during the recent bombardment, to the Unionists. At the conclusion of Drayton's powerful and splendid oration, the following beautiful ode was chanted by a full choir: Hail, our country's natal morn! Hail, our spreading kindred born! Hail, thou banner, not yet torn! Waving o'er the free! While this day in festive throng, Millions swell the patriot's song, Shall we not the note prolong? Hallowed jubilee! Who would sever Freedom's shrine? Who would draw the invidious line? Though by birth one spot be mine, Dear is all the rest-- Dear to me the South's fair land; Dear the
se on her trip from Philadelphia. I have now to record another instance of female heroism. A young lady of Maryland, as gentle and genuine a woman as the South contains, but withal a true heroine, has, after braving many hardships, recently arrived here. Reaching the Potomac, she found a boat and a negro to row it, but the negro refused to attempt to cross, for fear, as he said, the Yankees would shoot him. Drawing a pitsol from her pocket, our heroine told him coolly she would shoot him herself if he didn't cross. The negro quailed, rowed her over to the Virginia shore, and thus, utterly alone, she came to her friends in Richmond, with her petticoats quilted with quinine, her satchel full of letters, many of them containing money, and with no end of spool-thread, needles, pins, and other little conveniences now so hard to get in the blockaded South. The name of this heroine ought not to be withheld from the historian. It is Miss Nannie Webster.--Baltimore American, Dec. 27.