Jamestown tributes and toasts . t in the enjoyment of the pricelessjewel of freedom. He comprehended within the ample scope of his purposefreedom to all, irrespectlTe of race and condition. ^i3w< c^.z^ 168 TO JEFFERSON DAVIS A Southern gentleman, of distinguished bearing and gentlechivalry. A gallant soldier, brilliant orator and highly gift-ed statesman. Secretary of War under Pierce, and the Power Behind theThrone of the Administration. One of the most distinguished Exponents of SouthernThought, First and Only President of the Confederacy! Serving with disinterested devotion the people wh
Jamestown tributes and toasts . t in the enjoyment of the pricelessjewel of freedom. He comprehended within the ample scope of his purposefreedom to all, irrespectlTe of race and condition. ^i3w< c^.z^ 168 TO JEFFERSON DAVIS A Southern gentleman, of distinguished bearing and gentlechivalry. A gallant soldier, brilliant orator and highly gift-ed statesman. Secretary of War under Pierce, and the Power Behind theThrone of the Administration. One of the most distinguished Exponents of SouthernThought, First and Only President of the Confederacy! Serving with disinterested devotion the people who hadcalled him to the helm, and bearing the burdens of the Conted-eracy with silent uncomplaining; in defeat, he became thevicarious Sufferer of the South, meeting the humiliationsvisited upon him with the bravest dignity and patience. A leader of high integrity, of spotless public and private lifeand lovable traits of character—his name will ever be cherishedin the South with loyal and tender affection. Julia Wyatt 170 THE WHITE HOUSE OF THECONFEDERACY To what thou wast, Old House! To all that has passed from sight,To the dreams of the dead—the visions fled, I lift my glass to-night. And I drink to thee, Old House, i As home of my Nations head! . A nation whose life was bitter with strife,And now is counted dead! Slowly I drink, Old House, Silent and standing—I raiseTo my lips the glass while before me pass The wraiths of other days. I love thee well, Old House! And with rosemary in my heart,For the dear deads sake my glass I break To what thou wert—and art!
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