[199] remoulded these provinces into States, after the ‘form and fashion’ of our fathers, and now the ‘camp-follower,’ the ‘carpet-bagger,’ the ‘scalawag,’ and all such are no more, and instead of these ‘off-scouring of creation,’ we present to the world the States of the Confederacy as forming the solid phalanx of the ‘Solid South,’ and as the hope and mainstay of constitutional liberty in this great republic. And thus, my comrades,
As the mountains look on Virginia,
And Virginia looks on the sea,
Whilst musing here an hour alone,
I dream that we may yet be free;
For standing near a Stuart's grave
I will not deem myself a slave.
