the inner country, and renew the unequal strife?
Not till that hope is tested will they yield!
As the day dawns, a remnant of the cavalry under Fitz. Lee is forming, and Gordon's infantry, scarce two thousand strong, are touching elbows for the last charge.
Once more the thrilling rebel cheer rings through the Virginia woods, and with all their wonted fierceness they fall upon Sheridan's men. Ah!
yes, victory still clings to the tattered battle-flags.
Yes, the troopers of our gallant Fitz.
are as dauntless as when they followed the plume of Stuart, the flower of cavaliers.
Yes, the matchless infantry of tattered uniforms and bright muskets under Gordon, the brave, move with as swift, intrepid tread as when of old—Stonewall led the way. Soldiers of Manassas, of Richmond, Sharpsburg, Fredericksburg, Chancellorsville, Gettysburg, of the Wilderness, of Spotsylvania, of Cold Harbor, of Petersburg—scarred and sinewy veterans of fifty fields, your glories are still about you, your