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No more Surrenders.

Richmond May 29, 1862.
To the Editors of the Richmond Dispatch.

Quesque nd ab O' Catalina, patiently Such is the exclamation that can be heard at this present moment throughout this great Southern Confederacy. From the banks of the Potomac to the wide-spreading fields of Texas, from the shores of the Atlantic to the very top of the Rocky Mountains, here and everywhere, the heart of the patriot it overwhelmed with sorrow and indignation at the news which, rising from the plains of Louisiana, brings daily to our ears the tidings of all the cruelties which the citizens, the helpless women, our wives, mothers, and sisters, are dealt with by the modern Catalina now ruling the city of New Orleans.

You that have once inhabited or walked over the fair premises of the Crescent city, were you to visit once more the Metropolis of our Confederacy, standing upon the ruins which have followed the inauguration of the present new era — an era of despotism and confiscation — how would you weep over her condition, and deplore the fatality which has made it a necessity, if necessity there was, to surrender the place, together with the whole Valley of the Mississippi, to a handful of vandals and thieves seeking for plunder and devastation.

History tells us that when our forefathers fought the Indians in America, in one circumstance a whole party of these wanted to surrender and give up the place against the will and command of their Chief. ‘"Go,"’ said he, ‘"tell the remains of our ancestors to spring up from their graves and to follow us into a new land"’ They remained, fought, and resisted. Otempora, O Mores

How long shall these things be tolerated? How long shall our Southern ladies be allowed to remain under the tyrannical yoke of our Northern oppressors, subject to the despotism of such bipeds as Butler and consorts, remains to our Generals to decide.

Jackson is already in the field, ‘"Onward ! onward !"’ is the motto which come to us from Corinth; let, then, the heroes of Manassas, together with their brethren of Bethel, row righting on the banks of the Chickahominy, respond to the call, and so certain as there is a just God, who presides over the destinies of nations, victory shall crown our efforts, and Yankeeism shall soon be swept from our southwestern homes.

Above all, do not lose eight of these memorable words of our immortal Patrick Henry: No procrastinations. What is it the gentlemen wish? As into so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God. I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death.

The sentiment which dictated these immortal words to that immortal man, should always be present to the mind of every soldier on the battle-field, whether he handles a musket or a sword. Chas. Provosil.

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