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Adam Badeau, Grant in peace: from Appomattox to Mount McGregor, a personal memoir 185 23 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 18 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Book and heart: essays on literature and life 10 0 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: February 20, 1861., [Electronic resource] 7 5 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Atlantic Essays 6 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 9. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 4 0 Browse Search
Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe 4 0 Browse Search
Eliza Frances Andrews, The war-time journal of a Georgia girl, 1864-1865 2 0 Browse Search
William Schouler, A history of Massachusetts in the Civil War: Volume 1 2 2 Browse Search
Knight's Mechanical Encyclopedia (ed. Knight) 2 0 Browse Search
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The Daily Dispatch: April 18, 1861., [Electronic resource], The Frisket. (search)
a throbbing heart, a tearful eye, and an avenging hand.--No man can read it without thanking God that the mothers, wives and daughters of Virginia have not degenerated, and that while we have such women in Virginia, the men must and will, in turn, prove themselves worthy of their historic fame. Wherever this soul-subduing ode is read, every eye will blaze with emotion and every sword leap from its scabbard. [for the Dispatch.] "It is given unto women to weep; to men to remember."--Motley's Dutch Republic. Weep! Yes, we will weep; but not from coward fears. Poor woman! what has she to give her country save her tears? Were we men, we would remember the lessons we were taught. How our fathers fought for freedom. Was the boon too dearly bought? We'd remember how the glory is passing from our State; Not blind our eyes with weeping, and wildly mourn her fate. We'd remember how our fathers had won immortal fame. And prove that we were worthy to bear a patriot's name. We'd