<h2>March</h2>
<p class="poem">
I hear the bluebird’s quaint soliloquy,—<br/>
A hesitating note upon the breeze,<br/>
Blown faintly from the tops of distant trees,<br/>
As though he were not sure that Spring is nigh,<br/>
But fed his hopes with bursts of melody.<br/>
I would I had a spirit-harp to seize<br/>
The bolder tenor of his rhapsodies<br/>
When apple-blossoms swing against the sky.<br/>
On every dark or blust’ring wintry day<br/>
That airy harp the bluebird’s lilt should play;<br/>
And as I held my sighs and paused to hear,<br/>
The wand’ring message, with its full-fed cheer<br/>
And ripe contentment, to my life should bring<br/>
The essence and fruition of the Spring.<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 14em;"><span class="smcap">Danske Dandridge</span></span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March First</strong></big></p>
<p class="poem">
In the deep heart of every forest tree<br/>
The blood is all aglee,<br/>
And there’s a look about the leafless bowers<br/>
As if they dreamed of flowers.<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 14em;"><span class="smcap">Henry Timrod</span></span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>March Second</strong></big></p>
<p>At a garden party in Washington not long ago a Justice of the Supreme
Court said in response to some question I put: “It would take the pen of a
Zola to describe reconstruction in Louisiana. It is so dark a chapter in
our national history. I do not like to think of it. A Zola might base a
great novel on that life and death struggle between politicians and races
in the land of cotton and sugar plantations, the swamps and bayous of the
mighty Mississippi, where the Carpet-Bag Government had a standing army,
of blacks, chiefly, and a navy of warships going up and down waterways.”</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Myrta Lockett Avary</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Reconstruction Act put into effect in Louisiana, 1866</i></p>
<p><i>Texas declares itself independent, 1836</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Third</strong></big></p>
<p>Women, the most refined, the noblest and best cultured in the land, left
their homes, took up their residences adjacent to hospitals and became
Florence Nightingales, daughters of the Red Cross, for all who needed care
or comfort. It is reproachfully said by alien writers that the Southern
women are more “unreconstructed rebels” than the men. It is certainly true
that they did as much as the men in winning the battles, and they are now
foremost in building monuments and preserving the records of immortal
deeds.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">J. L. M. Curry</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>First general convention of the United Daughters of the Confederacy, at
Nashville, 1895</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Fourth</strong></big></p>
<p>Stephens’ bodily infirmity did not sour his temper. On the contrary, it
developed his capacity for human sympathy and strengthened his desire to
help others to reach the happiness he seemed unable to secure for himself.
After prosperity came to him, his works of philanthropy were constant and
countless. He was lavish of hospitality and gave to all who asked such
pity and sympathy as only a tried and travailing spirit could feel.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Louis Pendleton</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Alexander H. Stephens dies, 1883</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>March Fifth</strong></big></p>
<p class="poem">
From childhood I have nursed a faith<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In bluebirds’ songs and winds of Spring;</span><br/>
They tell me after frost and death<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There comes a time of blossoming;</span><br/>
And after snow and cutting sleet,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cold, stern mood of Nature yields</span><br/>
To tender warmth, when bare pink feet<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of children press her greening fields.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 12em;"><span class="smcap">James Maurice Thompson</span></span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Sixth</strong></big></p>
<p>It is the spirit of the Alamo that moved above the Texas soldiers as they
charged like demigods through a thousand battlefields, and it is the
spirit of the Alamo that whispers from their graves held in every State of
the Union, ennobling their dust, their soil, that was crimson with their
blood.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Henry W. Grady</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Fall of the Alamo, 1836</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>March Seventh</strong></big></p>
<p>The opening of the University of Virginia was an event of prime importance
for the higher education in the whole country, and really marks a new era.
In the South this university completely dominated the situation down to
the war and for some time afterwards, being the model for most that was
best in the colleges everywhere, setting the standards to which they
aspired, and being the source of constant stimulus and inspiration.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Charles F. Smith</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>University of Wisconsin</i>)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>University of Virginia opened, 1825</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Eighth</strong></big></p>
<p>BROOKE’S “VIRGINIA,” THE FIRST OF IRONCLADS; 10 GUNS VERSUS 268</p>
<p>... The <i>Virginia</i>, that iron diadem of the South, whose thunders in
Hampton Roads consumed the <i>Cumberland</i>, overcame the <i>Congress</i>, put to
flight the Federal Navy, and achieved a victory, the novelty and grandeur
of which convulsed the maritime nations of the world.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Charles Colcock Jones, Jr.</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Confederate Tribute to the Commander and Men of the <i>Cumberland</i>: “No ship
was ever better handled, or more bravely fought.”</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Virginius Newton, C. S. N.</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>On Boarding the <i>Congress</i>:</p>
<p>Confusion, death, and pitiable suffering reigned supreme; and the horrors
of war quenched the passion and enmity of months.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Virginius Newton, C. S. N.</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Confederate Tribute to the Commanders of the <i>Minnesota</i>, <i>St. Lawrence</i>,
and <i>Roanoke</i>, which vessels ran aground in flight from the terrible
<i>Virginia</i>:</p>
<p>I take occasion to say that their character as officers of skill,
experience, and bravery was well established at the time, and suffered no
diminution then or thereafter.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Virginius Newton, C. S. N.</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Battle between the “Virginia” (“Merrimac”) and Federal men-of-war, 1862</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Ninth</strong></big></p>
<p>BROOKE</p>
<p>The men who manned the <i>Monitor</i> made a grand fight, and her commander
upheld the best traditions of the American navy; but history must bear
witness to the fact that, if not overmatched or defeated, she at least
withdrew to shallow water, where the <i>Virginia</i> could not follow her; and
later, under the guns of Ft. Monroe, she declined the subsequent battle
challenges of the refitted <i>Virginia</i>.</p>
<p>All honor to Capt. Worden and the <i>Virginia-inspired</i> invention of the
Swede; but “America’s glory for Americans.” Let all Americans honor the
name of JOHN MERCER BROOKE, the inventor and designer of the first armored
war vessel of the world.—Ed.</p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Battle between the “Virginia” and the “Monitor,” 1862</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>March Tenth</strong></big></p>
<p>AN AFTERTHOUGHT</p>
<p>“Say, Judge, ain’t you the same man that told us before the war that we
could whip the Yankees with pop-guns?”</p>
<p>“Yes,” replied the stump-orator, with great presence of mind, “and we
could, but, confound ’em, they wouldn’t fight us that way.”</p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Eleventh</strong></big></p>
<p>TWO VIEWS OF VIRGINIA</p>
<p>(The latter is taken from a witty parody on the original poem. Presented
to a Virginia girl, it was indignantly tossed into the wastebasket. Later,
however, she copied it and sent it around for the amusement of many—<i>in
the family</i>!)</p>
<p class="poem">
I. The days are never quite so long<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">As in Virginia;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nor quite so filled with happy song</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">As in Virginia;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And when my time has come to die</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Just take me back and let me lie</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Close where the James goes rolling by,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Down in Virginia.</span><br/>
<br/>
II. Nowhere such storms obscure the sun<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">As in Virginia;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nowhere so slow the railroads run,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">As in Virginia;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And when my time has come to go</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Just take me there, because, you know,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I’ll longer live, I’ll die so slow,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Down in Virginia.</span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Twelfth</strong></big></p>
<p>A HUMOROUS VIEW OF “THE HUB”</p>
<p>For the native Bostonian there are three paths to glory. If his name be
Quincy or Adams, nothing more is expected of him. His blue blood carries
him through life with glory, and straight to heaven when he dies. Failing
in the happy accident of birth, the candidate for Beacon Hill honors must
write a book. This is easy. The man who can breathe Boston air and not
write a book is either a fool or a phenomenon. One course remains to him
should he miss fame in these lines. He must be a reformer.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Sherwood Bonner</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>In Letters to Dixie</i>)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Thirteenth</strong></big></p>
<p>FIRST ENGLISH LITERATURE OF THE NEW WORLD</p>
<p>Your gracious acceptance of the first fruits of my travels ... hath
actuated both Will and Power to the finishing of this Peece: ... We had
hoped, ere many years had turned about, to have presented you with a rich
and wel-peopled Kingdom; from whence now, with my selfe, I onely bring
this Composure, ... bred in the New-World, of the rudeness whereof it
cannot but participate; especially having Warres and Tumults to bring it
to light in stead of the Muses....</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Your Majesties most humble Servant</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><span class="smcap">George Sandys</span></span></p>
<p class="blockquot">From Dedication of Ovids’s <i>Metamorphoses</i>, “English by George Sandys”
at Henrico College, Virginia, 1621-1625. “Imprinted at London, 1626.”</p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>George Sandys born at Bishopsthorpe, England, 1577</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Fourteenth</strong></big></p>
<p class="poem">
Content to miss the prize of fame,<br/>
If he some true heart’s praise can claim,<br/>
He lives in his own world of rhyme,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The great world’s ways forsaking;</span><br/>
Cares not Parnassian heights to climb,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But valley bypaths taking,</span><br/>
Where even the daises in the sod,<br/>
Like stars, show him the living God.<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 12em;"><span class="smcap">Charles W. Hubner</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 14em;">(<i>The Minor Poet</i>)</span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Thomas Hart Benton born, 1782</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>March Fifteenth</strong></big></p>
<p>Abhorrence of debt, public and private; dislike of banks, and love of hard
money—love of justice and love of country, were ruling passions with
Jackson; and of these he gave constant evidence in all the situations of
his life.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Thomas Hart Benton</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Andrew Jackson born, 1767</i></p>
<p><i>Battle of Guilford Courthouse, 1871</i></p>
<p><i>Through Mr. Justice Campbell of the Supreme Court, Secretary Seward
promises the Confederate Commissioners that Fort Sumter would be speedily
evacuated, 1861</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Sixteenth</strong></big></p>
<p>The great mind of Madison was one of the first to entertain distinctly the
noble conception of two kinds of government, operating at one and the same
time, upon the same individuals, harmonious with each other, but each
supreme in its own sphere. Such is the fundamental conception of our
partly Federal, partly National Government, which appears throughout the
Virginia plan, as well as in the Constitution which grew out of it.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">John Fiske</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(Massachusetts)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>James Madison born, 1751</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Seventeenth</strong></big></p>
<p>“THE GALLANT PELHAM”—<span class="smcap">Robert E. Lee</span></p>
<p class="poem">
Just as the Spring came laughing through the strife,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With all its gorgeous cheer;</span><br/>
In the bright April of historic life,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fell the great cannoneer....</span><br/>
<br/>
We gazed and gazed upon that beauteous face,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While round the lips and eyes,</span><br/>
Couched in their marble slumber, flashed the grace<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of a divine surprise.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 14em;"><span class="smcap">James Ryder Randall</span></span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Lieutenant-Colonel John Pelham killed at Kelly’s Ford, Va., 1863</i></p>
<p><i>Roger Brooke Taney born, 1777</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Eighteenth</strong></big></p>
<p>John C. Calhoun, an honest man, the noblest work of God.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Andrew Jackson</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>He had the basis, the indispensable basis, of all high character, and that
was unspotted integrity—unimpeached honor and character. If he had
aspirations, they were high and honorable and noble. There was nothing
grovelling or low, or meanly selfish that came near the head or the heart
of Mr. Calhoun.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Daniel Webster</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(Massachusetts)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>John Caldwell Calhoun born, 1782</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>March Nineteenth</strong></big></p>
<p class="poem">
Into the woods my Master went,<br/>
Clean forspent, forspent.<br/>
Into the woods my Master came,<br/>
Forspent with love and shame.<br/>
But the olives they were not blind to Him,<br/>
The little gray leaves were kind to Him:<br/>
The thorn-tree had a mind to Him<br/>
When into the woods He came.<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 12em;"><span class="smcap">Sidney Lanier</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 14em;">(<i>A Ballad of Trees and the Master</i>)</span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Twentieth</strong></big></p>
<p class="poem">
Out of the woods my Master went,<br/>
And He was well content.<br/>
Out of the woods my Master came,<br/>
Content with death and shame.<br/>
When Death and Shame would woo Him last,<br/>
From under the trees they drew Him last:<br/>
’Twas on a tree they slew Him—last,<br/>
When out of the woods He came.<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 12em;"><span class="smcap">Sidney Lanier</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 14em;">(<i>A Ballad of Trees and the Master</i>)</span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>March Twenty-First</strong></big></p>
<p>Those who dominated were intelligent, masterful, patriotic, loving home,
kindred, state and country, dispensing a prodigal hospitality, limited
only by the respectability and behavior of guests. Among girls,
refinement, culture, modesty, purity and a becoming behavior were the
characteristic traits; among boys, courtesy, courage, chivalry, respect to
age, devotion to the weaker sex, scorning meanness, regarding dishonor and
cowardice as ineffaceable stains.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;">J. L. M. <span class="smcap">Curry</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>The Old South</i>)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>General Joseph E. Johnston dies, 1891</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Twenty-Second</strong></big></p>
<p>Father Tabb’s discernment was clear and touched by the purest fragrance of
the muses. To Shelley, Coleridge, and Keats he was devoted. Poe he
regarded as without a peer in modern literature, and was his
uncompromising, inflexible champion.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Henry E. Shepherd</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>John Banister Tabb born, 1845</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>March Twenty-Third</strong></big></p>
<p class="poem">
Come, Texas! send forth your brave Rangers,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The heroes of battles untold—</span><br/>
Accustomed to trials and dangers,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come stand by your rights as of old;</span><br/>
The deeds of your chivalrous daring<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are writ on the Alamo’s wall,</span><br/>
A record which ruin is sparing—<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come forth to your country’s loud call!</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 14em;"><span class="smcap">V. E. W. Vernon</span></span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Texas ratifies the Confederate Constitution, 1861</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Twenty-Fourth</strong></big></p>
<p>Adams, Giddings, and other Congressmen issued a public address, in March,
1843, declaring that the annexation of Texas would be “so injurious to the
interests of the Northern States as not only inevitably to result in a
dissolution of the Union, but fully to justify it.”</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Henry A. White</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>March Twenty-Fifth</strong></big></p>
<p>Nor had Calvert planted English institutions in Maryland simply as he
found them. He went back to a better time for freedom of action, and
looked forward to a better time for freedom of thought. While as yet there
was no spot in Christendom where religious belief was free, and when even
the Commons of England had openly declared against toleration, he founded
a community wherein no man was to be molested for his faith.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">William Hand Browne</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Landing of the Maryland colonists, St. Clement’s Island, 1634</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Twenty-Sixth</strong></big></p>
<p class="poem">
Dear God! what segment of the earth<br/>
Can match the region of our birth!<br/>
Though ice-beleaguered, rill on rill,<br/>
Though scorched to deserts, hill on hill—<br/>
It is our native country still.<br/>
Our native country, what a sound<br/>
To make heart, brain, and blood rebound!<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 14em;"><span class="smcap">James Ryder Randall</span></span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>March Twenty-Seventh</strong></big></p>
<p>Jamestown and St. Mary’s are both within the segment of a circle of
comparatively small radius whose center is at the mouth of the Chesapeake.
In this strategic region, the Jamestown experiment succeeded, after
Raleigh’s head had fallen on the block; the Revolution was fired by the
eloquence of Patrick Henry, and was consummated at Yorktown; the War of
1812 was settled by the victories of North Point and McHenry; the crisis
of the Civil War occurred; and seven Presidents of the United States were
born.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Allen S. Will</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Calvert’s Colony lands at St. Mary’s, 1634</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Twenty-Eighth</strong></big></p>
<p class="poem">
Nor less resplendent is the light<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of him, old South Carolina’s star,</span><br/>
Whose fiery soul was made by God<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To blaze amid the storms of war....</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 12em;"><span class="smcap">Orion T. Dozier</span></span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Wade Hampton born, 1818</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>March Twenty-Ninth</strong></big></p>
<p>A great event of this [Tyler’s] administration was the Ashburton Treaty.
This settled our northeast boundary for 200 miles and warded off the long
impending war with England. In most histories the whole credit for this
treaty is given to Daniel Webster. Of course this great man should not be
robbed of any of his well-earned laurels; but the President is entitled to
a share of the honor. Webster himself said: “It proceeded from step to
step under the President’s own immediate eye and correction.” Moreover, it
may be added that at one stage in the proceedings Lord Ashburton was about
to give up and return to England; but President Tyler by his courtesy and
suavity, conciliated him and induced him to go on with the negotiation.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">J. Lesslie Hall</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>John Tyler born, 1790</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>March Thirtieth</strong></big></p>
<p>In discussing the Kansas-Nebraska Bill, Senator Hale warned Senator Toombs
that the North would fight. The Georgian answered: “I believe nobody ever
doubted that any portion of the United States would fight on a proper
occasion.... There are courageous and honest men enough in both sections
to fight. There is no question of courage involved. The people of both
sections of the Union have illustrated their courage on too many
battlefields to be questioned. They have shown their fighting qualities
shoulder to shoulder whenever their country has called upon them; but that
they may never come in contact with each other in a fratricidal war should
be the ardent wish and earnest desire of every true man and honest
patriot.”</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Pleasant A. Stovall</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Texas readmitted to the Union, 1870</i></p>
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<p><big><strong>March Thirty-First</strong></big></p>
<p>CALHOUN’S NATIONALISM</p>
<p>At the peace of 1815 the Government was $120,000,000 in debt; its revenues
were small; its credit not great, and the effort to raise money by direct
taxation brought it in conflict with the States.... Mr. Calhoun came
forward and devised a tariff, which not only gave large revenues to the
Government, but gave great protection to manufacturers. Mr. Calhoun
received unmeasured abuse for his pains from the North, where the
interests were then navigation, and Daniel Webster was the great apostle
of free trade.... Under Mr. Calhoun’s tariff the New England manufacturers
prospered rapidly.... Success stimulated cupidity, and the “black tariff”
of 1828 marked the growth of abuse.... It was then that Mr. Calhoun again
stepped forth. He stated that the South had cheerfully paid the enormous
burden of duties on imports when Northern manufactures were young and the
Government weak; the manufacturers had become rich, and the Government
strong—so strong that State rights were being merged into its
overshadowing power; he therefore demanded a recognition of State rights,
and an amelioration of those burdens that the South had so long borne.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Thomas Prentice Kettell</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(New York)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>John C. Calhoun dies, 1850</i></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</SPAN></span></p>
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