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[36] desolate heaven, we, too, must gather the two-edged sword, and pour out a consuming fire that will deluge the East with destruction, burning, and the horrors of despair.

We can arm and equip fifty thousand of our veterans, who never fled from the face of an enemy, and can move unhurt, and almost unchallenged, from Cincinati to Boston. They can lay in ashes the richest and most populous of Northern cities, leaving behind them a belt as broad and as burning as the elliptic. They can run a burning plough-share over the hot-beds of puling fanaticism, from which sprang the Ate turned loose on the South.

If our President will but announce and permit such a policy, he will be justified in the eyes of the civilized world, and will evoke a new spirit in the South that has never yet been called into action. Thousands of men are just now thrust out with cruelty and ignominy from Louisiana, Tennessee, Kentucky, and Maryland, and they are thirsting to go back with fire and sword. Thousands more of our people, who have felt that mere defence of our own land was not the true policy, would be stirred to their inner depths by the trumpetcall of invasion. We believe firmly that myriads at the North are prepared to take refuge in our ranks from the storm of despotism that is darkening around them.

If it be necessary, in order to save ourselves from cavalry raids and negro massacres, that we should raise the war-cry of “Blue bonnets over the border,” so be it. We have struggled long and faithfully to meet the exigencies of this contest in a fair, open, and manly fight; but when the demons of hell are to be turned loose on our beautiful land, and its civilization choked amid blood and flames, we must, in self-defence, pour back the fell tide of ruin on our barbarian foes and make them sing, amid the falling glories of their once-thriving cities, the song of the Persian poet:

The spider has woven his web and the owl hath sung in the towers of Apasiab.

We shall meet the truculent Yankees as the Indian Conanchet did when they sought his alliance after murdering his people and devastating his land. He raised himself proudly to his full height and replied: “The fire that consumed the lodges of my people turned the heart of Conanchet to stone.” --Chattanooga Rebel.

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