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 The doom is sealed! There is no escape. The eagle is quarried in his eyre; the wounded lion is hunted to his lair! And so the guns of the last charge died away in the morning air; and echo, like the sob of a mighty sea, rolled up the valley of the James, and all was still. The last fight of the Army of Northern Virginia had been fought. The end had come. The smoke vanished. The startled birds renewed their songs over the stricken field; the battle smell was drowned in the fragrance of the flowering spring. And the ragged soldier of the South, God bless him! stood there facing the dread reality, more terrible than death-stood there to grapple with and face down despair, for he had done his all, and all was lost, save Honor.!
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