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The Daily Dispatch: April 13, 1861., [Electronic resource], article 1 (search)
ictated that he, too, should send a ball through his castle; he ought to consent to the destruction of his interests, if such a course would save the honor of his State. The vote was taken, and Mr. Wise's amendment was defeated, as follows: Yeas.--Messrs. Ambler, Jas. Barbour, Blakey, Boisseau, Borst, Bouldin, Boyd, Branch, Bruce, Cabell, Cecil, Chambliss, Coffman, Conn, Flournoy, Forbef, Garland, Graham, Gregory, Goggin, John Goode, Jr., Thomas F. Goods, Hale, Cyrus Hall, Harvie, Holcombe, Hunton, Isbell, Kent, Lawson, Macfarland, Charles K. Mallory, James B. Mallory, Marr, Marye, Miller, Morris, Morton, Richardson, Rives, Sheffey, Slaughter, Speed, Strange, Sutherlin, Tredway, Robert H. Turner, Tyler Waller, Williams, Wilson, Wise, and Wysor.--53. Nays.--Messrs. Armstrong, Aston, Baldwin. Alfred M. Barbour, Baylor, Berlin, Blow, Boggess, Brent, Brown, Burdett, Burley, Byrne, Campbell, Caperton, Carille, Carter, Chapman, Clemens, C. R. Conrad, Robert Y. Conrad, Couch, C
The Daily Dispatch: April 13, 1861., [Electronic resource], article 1 (search)
[for the Dispatch.]Virginia — late, but sure!by Wm. K. Holcombe, M. D., of Louisiana. The fee has hommed us round; we stand at bay. Here will we perish, or be free to-day! To drum and bugle sternly sounding. The Southern soldier's heart is bounding-- But stay — oh, stay!--Virginia is not here! Hush your strains of martial cheer, O bugle, peace! O war-drum, cease! Virginia is not here! Suspend, O Chief! your word of fight! She will be soon in sight! Her children never called in vain! She comes not — comes not: the disgrace Were bitterer than the tyrant's chain! O death! we dare thee face to face! A gun! the fee's defiant shot — be still! Hurrah! an answering gun behind the hill, And o'er its summit wildly streaming The squadrons of Virginia gleaming! Hurrah! hurrah! the Old Dominion comes! Blow your bugles, beat your drums. O doubt accurate! The last is first.-- The Old Dominion comes! She grasps her thunderbolts of war; Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! Now loose, O