census of immortal events wrought here by the good limbs of our people. I miss the lionhearted Jones, the intrepid Flemming, the unmatched Waring, glorious Greer, my virtuous friend John E. Brown, the steady Barringer and perennial Vance. ‘At their tombs my tributary tears I offer for my brethren's obsequies.’ I asked my wife if it would be risking too much with this assemblage of worthies to indulge my sense for humor. With Confederate precision she retorted against it and I am sworn to a severe demeanor. I am not to herald discordant notes. Peace on earth to men of good will enthuses me. If I may twang the bow of Ulysses I recognize that you cannot annihilate the past. Verily you must not suspect me capable of infidelity to that past. Genius when young is divine. Charles Dickens, the most pathetic of all English writers, in one of his letters from Rome, represents the early Christians of Rome as having sought and found sanctuary in the catacombs of the Eternal City, where they worshipped the God of the Christian. Their hiding place having been discovered, fathers, mothers were slain by the men of the law—the lynchers of the Apocalypse, the mot of the day. The men who hang others upon the Statue of Liberty while professing a mission for free speech, freedom of conscience. The children of those slain for their faith witnessing the awful tragedy of fathers and mothers immolated, rush upon their tormentors crying aloud: ‘We are Christians.’ By an access of unspeakable tenderness they were lifted above fear and looked upon death as a mere incident of life. Those of us who were completely possessed with the principles of 186—on fire with its scope and energy—--‘A burning bush.’ We are Confederates now henceforth eternally. Our methods of observation and reasoning now, as then, are the sheet anchor of our principles. We extenuate nothing—naught exaggerate in malice: Calumnies cast at the government are not our weapons. Who would not love his country with all his might? Is she not made of our secular traditions, our unrivaled glories, our reverses, and of the genius of our great men, writers, thinkers, poets,
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The battlefields of Virginia .
The address of Hon. John Lamb .
Historical memorial of the Charlotte Cavalry .
Some war history never published.
Mr. Davis 's Version of it.
Yankee gunboat Smith Briggs. from the Times-dispatch, March 18 , 1906 , and July 15 , 1906 .
First battle of Manassas .
Mrs. Eggleston 's address.
William Smith , Governor of Virginia , and Major-General C. S. Army , hero and patriot.
Fellow-citizens of the Commonwealth of Virginia .
Roll of brave men.
List of Virginia chaplains, Army of Northern Virginia .
Location of the guns.
The Berkeley brothers from the Richmond News-leader, January 21 , 1907 .
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