The next spring.
The Yankee journals boast that they will give the rebels a final quietus in the spring.
Their preparations are to be on a gigantic seale.
They proclaim that they are piling up stores and other necessaries for
Grant's army almost as high as
Lookout Mountain.
Goliath, of
Gath, was not more confident of smashing to atoms the ruddy stripling that disputed his progress than the backers of
Grant are of his annihilating the rebellion in the spring campaign.
We are not disposed to underrate the magnitude of the solemn crisis which is at hand.
A colossal danger threatens us, but we must meet it like men. We must emulate the
Yankees in the foresight, the calculation, the system, the untiring labor of preparation for the decisive hour.
If we do this, if we leave nothing to chance, if we are as circumspect and prudent as we are brave and determined, then with the blessing of God, the huge struggle of next spring will break the backbone of this war and inflict a fatal paralysis upon the energies of the
United States.
We look forward with hope, with confidence, with a firm belief that every man in the
Confederacy will gird up his loins for one grand and crowning effort for the salvation of his country.