s was virtually acknowledged by their governors' replies to the Gist circular.
But during the presidential campaign, the three Southern parties, for factional advantage, had vied with each other in their denunciations of the hated Black Republicans --they had berated each other as submissionists in secret league or sympathy with the Abolitionists.
The partisans of Breckinridgegenerally either active or latent disunionists — were ready, positive, and relentlessly aggressive; the adherents of Bell and of Douglas were demoralized and suspicious.
Where Lincoln's election was, so unexpectedly to many, rendered certain, they could not recover in time to evade the searching question which the conspirators immediately thrust at them.
whether they would submit to Black Republican rule.
A false shame and the inexorable tyranny of Southern public opinion made many a voter belie the honest convictions of his heart, and answer No, when at the very least he would gladly have evaded the inquiry
re, 83; attack on the Massachusetts soldiers in, 85 et seq., 98; authorities burn R. R. bridges, 89
Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, 141
Bates, Attorney-General, 122
Banks, General N. P., 208
Barrancas, Fort, 88
Beauregard, General G. T., 56; directs operations against Fort Sumter, 57, 59; placed in command at Manassas, 170; his first measures, 170, 171; his plan for the battle of Bull Run, 176 et seq.; composition of his army, 176, note
Beckham, Lieut., 194
Bee, General, 185
Bell, adherents of, 8
Benham, Captain, 152
Beverly, 142, 146, 151
Black, Secretary, 26, 38
Blackburn's Ford, 176, note; engagement at, 178
Blair, Francis P., 109
Blair, Frank P., Jr., 116 et seq., 122
Blair, Montgomery, 122
Blair's Home Guards, 118
Blenker, General L, 174
Boonville, battle of, 123
Border Slave States, 80
Breckinridge, John C., Southern electoral votes cast for, 4, 8
Breckinridge party, character of, 8
Brown, John, 158
dnight hour, The great bell Roland spoke, And all who slept in Ghent awoke. --What meant its iron stroke? Why caught each man his blade? Why the hot haste he made? Why echoed every street With tramp of thronging feet-- All flying to the city's wall? It was the call Known well to all, That Freedom stood in peril of some foe: And even timid hearts grew bold Whenever Roland tolled, And every hand a sword could hold;-- For men Were patriots then, Three hundred years ago! II. Toll!
Roland, toll! Bell never yet was hung, Between whose lips there swung So true and brave a tongue! --If men be patriots still, At thy first sound True hearts will bound, Great souls will thrill-- Then toll!
and wake the test In each man's breast, And let him stand confess'd! III. Toll!
Roland, toll! --Not in St. Bavon's tower At midnight hour-- Nor by the Scheldt, nor far-off Zuyder Zee; But here — this side the sea!-- And here in broad, bright day! Toll!
Roland, toll! For not by night awaits A brave foe at