Author : Anonymous
Publisher : Rarebooksclub.com
Page : 26 pages
File Size : 50,4 MB
Release : 2013-09
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ISBN : 9781230041476
Book Description
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 edition. Excerpt: ...women ad of beauty, grace, sentiment, and love of luxury, and adornment, they threw into the awful crucible of war; every trinket, every jewel, their silks and laces were sold to buy comforts for the men at the front. They nursed the wounded and tilled the fields while they held ever hi her and higher the patriotic mbols of the South, li tening too, by every art andsblandishment, the awful horrors of war. And at its close, when the mightier estions arose of military rule, of the confiscation ofulands, of negro supremacy and "what not," still the sentiment of the Southern woman was felt supreme, once ably expressed by a mountain woman of Tennessee, who declared: "Vell, yer kin captivate the men and fisticate the lands, and arrogate the South, but I'll be dog-goned if you can conjugate the women." Written for "Real Patriotism."--SALLlE BEARD Smrn. Copyright by Publishers. TRUE patriotism carries with it not hostility to other nations, but a quickened sense of responsible good-will towards other nations, a good-will of acts and not merely of words. I stand for a nationalism of duty, to oneself and to others; and, therefore, for a nationalism which is a means to inter-nationalism.---THEODORE ROOSEVELT. When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unlurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there! She min led with its gorgeous dyes The mill%y baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle-bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen landl Majestic monarch of the cloudl Who rear'st aloft thy regal form, To hear the tempest...