. The unwritten South : cause, progress and result of the Civil War ; relics of hidden truth after forty years . d an unconstitutional warfareagainst the South. So the bill was pigeon-holed untilDavis died; he had given Horace Greeley as his bondsman,and Reverdy Johnson as his Counsel, and stood ready for atrial. All honors to his ashes who stood like a pillar of rock-upon his convictions of right. When the officer attemptedto shackle him, he said, Mr. Officer do your best as I willdo mine, when he flung him across the room. It requiredseveral men to overpower him. Doubtless you are ignorant o
. The unwritten South : cause, progress and result of the Civil War ; relics of hidden truth after forty years . d an unconstitutional warfareagainst the South. So the bill was pigeon-holed untilDavis died; he had given Horace Greeley as his bondsman,and Reverdy Johnson as his Counsel, and stood ready for atrial. All honors to his ashes who stood like a pillar of rock-upon his convictions of right. When the officer attemptedto shackle him, he said, Mr. Officer do your best as I willdo mine, when he flung him across the room. It requiredseveral men to overpower him. Doubtless you are ignorant of the fact that JeffersonDavis was secretary under President Buchanan, and that hecarved his name in rock out at Cabin Johns Bridge, and thatwhen Seward became secretary under Lincoln he went to thetrouble of entirely obliterating the inscription. How often ithas been the case that the very makers of a worthy characterhave been the source of enmity and opposition. But patienceand endurance count not time nor cost, but measures the dateof the coming of justice by the conflicts past, and the strug-gles JEFFERSON DAVIS. No! not forgotten, though the halls Of state no more behold ! not forsaken, though the walls Of dungeon keeps enfold dearest to the Southern heart, Because her first anointed,The prophet chosen for his part. The man of God dumb it is that tyrants check The words that fain were set the foot upon the neck Of the people they have broken; If still it is that bond and chain Each manly limb men but murmur in their pain, As children talk in bow our foreheads in the dust In deep in our prayerful trust. Our own dark desolation;We ask for him who steered our ship Until it met the breakers,That the cup may pass that meets his lip Through mercy of his Maker. Progress of the War.
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