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se, which brings him to Richmond by the Meadow Bridge road, or whether he will still continue to incline to the left, until he shall have reached McClellan's old base at West Point, where he may hope to form a junction with Butler. We should think the last the most probable conjecture, did it not imply an acknowledgement of defeat, which the Convention to assemble at Baltimore on the 7th June, could not mistake, and afford to McClellan a triumph, which might be fatal to the pretensions alike of Lincoln and Grant. As it is, we think he will come straight on, either by the Telegraph road, or by the old stage road, or by both. Whatever he may determine on, we entertain no doubt whatever of his signal defeat whenever the next trial of arms may come on, which must be before the lapse of many days, in this belief, we are sustained by this whole community, who feel a deep and abiding confidence in the gallantry of our magnificent army, and the genius of the great Captain at their head.
tiful wreath of holly leaves and flowers, with this inscription: 'To the memory of General Sedgwick, of Connecticut, from Mrs. James Dixon, of Hartford, Connecticut.' On the breast of the deceased was a beautiful bouquet, which was attached to Mrs. Lincoln's card." Had it been the card of anybody else no doubt it would have been attached to the bouquet. As it was, however, the card of Mrs. Lincoln, Yankee loyalty could not permit it to be represented as a mere appendage to a bunch of flowers. Mrs. Lincoln, Yankee loyalty could not permit it to be represented as a mere appendage to a bunch of flowers. This circumstance, however, is not that to which we would invite attention. The Yankee love of notoriety is a passion which pervades all classes of Yankee society, and is equally distributed among both sexes. It flourishes in situations where it could not possibly be expected to exist — it rages even in the presence of death — it finds food for gratification in the very honors which are paid to those whom the Yankees are pleased to extol as heroes. Is there a Southern woman so lost to pro
ladened with the debris of our ruined homes, how can there be any reconstruction with the authors of these evils, or now can it be desirable if it were possible. Lincoln himself says it is not possible; so does Mr. Fillmore, a man whom we once respected, and so do nine- tenths of their creators and presses. The only terms ever offered us contained in Mr. Lincoln's infamous proclamation were alike degrading in matter and insulting in manner, being addressed not to the authorities, Confederate or State, of the South, but to individuals, who by the very act of accepting its terms would make from themselves the vilest of mankind. I cannot too earnestly waso far one the fanaticism of the party at the North, that they have not even offered as terms that could be regarded by the most timid and wavering as "alluring" Lincoln's proclamation is so grossly out rageous and so repugnant to our every idea of liberty, property, and honor, as to insure the rejection of the terms it hands out,