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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 18. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 3 (search)
y W. Flournoy was the orator of the evening and made a splendid speech, which was well punctuated with applause. Judge Flournoy spoke for about fifteen minutes, dealing almost entirely with the life and character of General Lee. He laid great stress upon the fact that General Lee was the only man of the century whose name is not now reproached by his bitterest enemy. In speaking of the new South he said that all of it that is good is an inheritance from the old South. There is no new South worth the name, he declared, for the new South of to-day, as it is called, is but the old South under changed conditions. It is a fact, he continued, that when George Washington retired from the presidency of the United States thirteen men under the leadership of Andrew Jackson refused to vote for resolutions of respect and eulogy upon the man who when he died was styled The Father of his Country. So stainless and so completely above all controversy was the life of Robert Lee, that when
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 18. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 11 (search)
irrepressible as thought. Of such men were made the squadrons which under Stuart, who deserves to take rank with Kellerman, forced the circuit of McClellan's army while he thundered at the gates of Richmond and scored the first great ride of the war. Of such were composed the battalions which under Jackson, who received his death wound a score of years ago in the tangled growth at Chancellorsville, about the exultant hour of victory, made the first great march of the war in the shadow of South mountain by the waters of the Shenandoah, and hurled the forces of the Government from the Valley. With these citizens Buchanan drove the beak of the Merrimac into the yielding timbers of the Congress and Cumberland, and startled nations. Time, the balm of wounded hearts, has softened the agony of the last months of the appalling struggles between the States, and converted the ravishing anguish of defeat, of deaths, of losses infinite, into submission to the inevitable. We would not mak