lligerent instincts of manhood, from ambition and love of excitement, as well as patriotism, but when the mother, gentle and unambitious, gives up her child to the privations and perils of war, it is such a sacrifice of all maternal instincts at the shrine of duty that we can only liken it to the supernatural faith of the patriarch Abraham; and every Southern home, where such a scene has been witnessed, to that Mount Moriah, where, rather than to the long line of Judah's heroes, every son of Israel's looks, as to that which gave birth and immortality to the chosen people of God.
No greater miracle has this war presented than the Gentle Doves of our summer land, seemingly only fitted for summer scenes, transformed into eagles,"queens of the cliff and the wave, flapping the wild wing in the winter sky," and teaching their young to battle with the thunder and the storm.
Nor is it to their own sons alone that the overflowing devotion of their nature has been manifested.
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