A beautiful sight.
From that time on until the Lee
pedestal was reached the drawing of the ropes was beautiful.
On all the porches and at the windows the fair women of the city were to be seen.
Confederate flags were waved, and the tiny flimsy handkerchiefs were kissed by the breeze as their owners, with enthusiastic acclaim, smiled upon the scene.
To the groups of matronly ladies the picture brought back recollections of the terrific conflict, when the roar of deep-voiced cannon reverberated through the city, mingled with the sharp, quick rattle of musketry.
To the fair girls the view stirred in their hearts the thoughts of war, and forced into their eyes the teardrop of sorrow as they remembered that brother or father had fallen following the footsteps of the immortal Lee
. To the young men it fired their hearts with patriotism, and impressed more indelibly on their minds the facts that are recorded in the ‘Lost Cause.’
It was a beautiful, indescribable sight.
No people were ever gathered with more genuine enthusiasm.