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Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1 18 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature 8 0 Browse Search
Knight's Mechanical Encyclopedia (ed. Knight) 8 0 Browse Search
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1 6 0 Browse Search
Wendell Phillips, Theodore C. Pease, Speeches, Lectures and Letters of Wendell Phillips: Volume 2 6 0 Browse Search
James Russell Lowell, Among my books 6 0 Browse Search
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard) 6 0 Browse Search
Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 6 0 Browse Search
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 3 4 0 Browse Search
HISTORY OF THE TOWN OF MEDFORD, Middlesex County, Massachusetts, FROM ITS FIRST SETTLEMENT, IN 1630, TO THE PRESENT TIME, 1855. (ed. Charles Brooks) 4 0 Browse Search
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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 2. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 6.34 (search)
is bright; No blot is on thy record found, no treason soils thy fame, Nor can disaster ever dim the lustre of thy name. These lines are slightly altered from the noble poem entitled “The Ninth of April, 1865,” by Percy Greg--Interleaves in the Workday Prose of Twenty years--London, 1875. Pondering in her heart all their deeds and words, Virginia calls us, her surviving sons, from weak regrets and womanish laments to the contemplation of their virtues, bidding us, in the noble words of Tacitus, to honor them not so much with transitory praises as with our reverence, and, if our powers permit us, with our emulation. Reminding her children, who were faithful to her in war, that the reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another, she points to the tasks left unfinished when the nerveless hands drooped over the spotless shields, and with imperious love claims a fealty no less devoted in these days of peace. I claim no vision of seer or prophet, yet I fancy that even now I d