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The Daily Dispatch: January 17, 1865., [Electronic resource], article 3 (search)
sh, we shall neither perish alone nor unavenged. The fair plantations of the South, once the abodes of a cultivated and happy people, may gladden the eye of fanaticism with the spectacle of universal desolation; the productive industry, which supplied the commerce and manufactories of the world, may be helplessly paralyzed; hordes of negro barbarians may bask in the sun of our deserted fields, and the original possessors, the race which produced Washington, Jefferson, Madison, Marshall, Patrick Henry, and which has conducted this war of independence with a heroism that has amazed the world, may sleep in bloody graves. But better thus to sleep than to survive and behold the sad spectacle which will succeed their downfall.--Freedom to the negro will be no such freedom as death will bring to them from vassalage and degradation. Sleeping in soldiers' graves, but without a stain upon their shields, immortal in history and song, liberated forever from human malice and rancor, they may b
The Daily Dispatch: January 25, 1865., [Electronic resource], Cromwell, Lincoln and Virginia. (search)
shington, what would have become of the American Revolution? It becomes not us to speak of her career in the present war. She arrogates to herself no superiority over her patriotic and heroic sister States. She has been reproached, indeed, for coming so late into the contest. It is true, that in this Revolution, as in that of '76, she was not in a hurry. She exhausted every effort for peace, conciliation and compromise before she drew the sword. She seemed like her great orator, Patrick Henry, somewhat awkward and hesitating in her first utterances in the grand debate. But she waxes warm as she proceeds, and then the lightnings flash and the thunders roll over the heated sky. Whatever be the result of this struggle, no Virginian will have reason to be ashamed of his State. Let Lincoln, more despotic than Cromwell, deprive her of her liberties and expunge her name from the roll of States, he cannot despoil her of the Past, nor extinguish the lustre with which History will re
The Daily Dispatch: February 2, 1865., [Electronic resource], Selling out. (search)
lose examination of the property, including the animals, poke their fingers in their ribs, and make sure that there is no cheating. It would be a picturesque spectacle; and if the day were good, so as to allow of photographing, it would be a picture that every man present might hand down with pride and pleasure as an heirloom to his posterity. The eager crowd below and the colossal statues above — Jefferson, with his crotche's of independence; Mason, with his abstractions about rights; Patrick Henry, blathering "Give me Liberty, or give me Death!" and Washington, on his giant steed, towering over all, and marshalling a continent to freedom and glory! If such an estate and such stock would not sell, the world has become indifferent to "elegant property" and blooded animals. The breed of Eclipse, Sir. Henry, Boston, Red Eye and Planet ought to bring a high price in any market. The performances of their renowned progeny in this war show that they are worthy of their sires. Lee,
The Daily Dispatch: February 27, 1865., [Electronic resource], article 4 (search)
and considers Theodore Parker superior to Moses. That is the way for a people to think of themselves, if they want to be happy and to have other people think well of them. Whilst every member of the Massachusetts Legislature is honored with a biographical and genealogical sketch in the newspapers, the gravestone at Monticello is crumbling into dust, few of us know where Madison or John Marshall, and a host of other great men are buried, and until lately we have had no other memorial of Patrick Henry and Henry Clay than the tavern sign in Clay's old neighborhood at Ashland, which bears on its two sides a "counterfeit presentment" of each of those two illustrious sons of Hanover, who deserved a better fate than to be gibbeted in such style for the inspection of posterity. We can never admire enough the heroic assurance with which New England has made the rest of the country believe that they were all descended from the Pilgrim Fathers, and has quietly taken into its own hands the man
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