f hats, and handkerchiefs, the welcome tidings.
The Union men, who have become so numerous since the war, had, if any of them were in the city, slunk to their holes, and corners, and the air was redolent, alone, of Southern patriotism, and Southern enthusiasm.
The driving of the enemy from Charleston harbor, decided the fate of Virginia, which had been trembling in the balance for some days.
The grand old State could no longer resist her generous impulses.
Under a proclamation of President Lincoln the martial hosts of an enraged and vindictive North were assembling, to make war upon her sisters, and this was enough—her ordinance of secession was passed, by a very gratifying majority.
Patrick Henry had become a prophet, and the beautiful, and touching apostrophe of James Madison to the kindred blood, and the mingled blood of the American people, which was given to the reader a few pages back, had proved to be the mere chimera of an excited imagination.
The effect of the surre