The Daily Dispatch: June 4, 1861., [Electronic resource]

[for the Richmond Dispatch.]
a call upon Lincoln.

O, men of the North, where is your chieftain? He who with such daring effrontery issued his proclamation of war — that bloody edict at which Heaven and earth stand aghast — in itself as illegal as barbarous, without the sanction of Congress, the Supreme Court of the United States, or any good man in your land — where now, I ask, is his valor? If he have it, let him head the invading column, and defy the glittering steel of Southern patriots. Men of the Republican party, seek him in his chambers of luxury, and drive him from his covert. Better be his blood upon the ground, than in his coward heart. Let no miserable poltroon shelter himself in the home once graced by the dauntless spirits of a Washington and Jackson.--Shades of the departed heroes, haunt this guilty miscreant from his hiding place, and impart to his reptile soul one speck of your own immortal daring! Do you not see that the skulking tyrant has deceived you? He calls you to slaughter your brethren, and seeks his safety in your sacrifice. ‘"Torrents of your blood,"’ is his language, ‘"but not one drop of mine."’ Heed not his clamor about the ‘"Stars and Stripes,"’ the ‘"American Union,"’ until he is ready to defend them with his own life. As well might you imagine Napoleon basking in the quiet shades of Malmalson, while all France was empurpled with the gore of the brave and the true. O, we reverence the man, conquered hero though he be, whose identity is lost when his country's honor is imperilled. Can Abram Lincoln be so blind as not to know that there are around him reflective men and women who will detect his cowardice, if they have not already discovered his perfidy? Mothers, will you longer allow him to urge on your almost idolized sons — the light of your homes — the hope of your declining years — where he dare not go? Will you suffer the costly festivities of the White House, while those loved ones are offered unwholesome bread and putrescent meat? Rise in your might, and make home to him the post of danger.--Let him know that there are American women ready to do for their country what Charlotte Cordey did for France. Virginia will welcome this Cavalier, not of the Spear and Buckles, but of the Cap and Cloak, at whatever point he may designate; and I offer him the fitting hospitalities of my humble home, whenever he is so fortunate as to reach it.--I have, too, an only son, awaiting his arrival; and while my mother's heart has been sadly lacerated, I am yet cheered with the thought that, under the God of Hosts, he will have a leader who has won for himself the triple chaplet of the statesman, the warrior, and the Christian. A Woman of Virginia.

Ashland, Va., June 3d.