pric ofins~e ootue Cand dazledbyEheBlarRo price of fortune, and dazzled by the glare of success-his affections and his sympathies may cluster "Where guilty glory glows, And despicable State," but woman proffers her homage at no shrine save that of virtue. Man is misled by the phantoms of his own pursuing. It is his ambition-it may be his destiny to be great; it is woman's higher ambition-her heaven-born mission to be good. Men of Virginia-in the name of the daughters of this Commonwealth we appeal to you. We ask of your generosity no gift, we demand of your-tardy justice a debt. If there be in your birthright aught that is valuable-if in the memory of your past, the fruition of your present, or the anticipation of your future, there is anything around which the affections nmay cling, or the hopes may cluster-if you claim any part or parcel of the glory that attaches to the emblems of Virginia's sovereignty, or the striped and spangled insignia of the Confederacy, then you are a debtor, and we charge you in your heart of hearts to nleasure well the quantum of your debt. To you, above all others, does this enterprize appeal for sympathy and active aid. To the custody of your own Commonwealth, is it proposed to confide the Home and Grave of her peerless son. It is an appropriate designation, for though his name and fame in some respects may be greatly claimed as common to mankindyet in him Virginia becomingly asserts a peculiar property. "He is her own, And she as rich in having such a jewel, As twenty seas if all the sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold." Then speed this sacred enterprize. Encourage the hearts and strengthen the hands of your patriot sisters. Let the glorious work be consummated. In the name of woman, let the home and grave of Washington be consecrated to mankind, as the Mecca of Republicanism forever. From the dome of the homestead he deserted only for a habitation on high, "a house not made with hands-eternal in the Heavens," let the banner of his own Virginia ever wave, and o'er his sacred ashes let her with a mother's tenderness a constant vigil keep. She will not-she cannot prove recreant to the holy trust. Whatever fate the future may hold in reserve for her, though the common doom of nations be hers, her glory pale and her strength wax faint-in the decrepitude of age as in the bloom of youth and the vigor of maturity, around that consecrated spot she will hover an unslumbering sentinel "How sleep the brave who sink to rlest By all their country's wishes blestWhen Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their ballowe'I mould, She then shall dress a richer sod, Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sling; There Honor comes a pilgrim grey To view the turf that wraps their clay, And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a seeptred hermit there." REMINISCENCES OF CUBA. BY TENELLA. It was a cold, datnp morning in February that we left the city of New Orleans where I had spent six weeks so happily that even the prospect of visiting Cuba could not quite reconcile me to bidding adieu to the many kind friends who crowded around us on the deck of the steamer Crescent City. In order to cross the bar at the mouth of the river before dark, we were obliged to make a very early start, and the clock had not struck eight when the bell warned off all but the passengers, and put a speedy end to the "last words" and hasty kisses of those whom we were leaving behind. I know of nothing more dismal than an early start on a cold morning, no one is amiable, and bright indeed must be the beauty and cheerful the spirit that can stand such a test. Tired out with the hurry of an early breakfast, and the excitement of leaving my friends, I hastened to my state-room as soon as we were fairly off. I found it filled with mementos of the thoughtful kindness of those whom I had left. Books, fruit, flowers and confectionary strewed my berth, while safely stowed away in one corner was a bottle of 566 Reminiscences of Cubct,. [SEPTEM.BF,R, -k f
Reminiscences of Cuba, Part I [pp. 566-575]
Southern literary messenger; devoted to every department of literature and the fine arts. / Volume 21, Issue 9
pric ofins~e ootue Cand dazledbyEheBlarRo price of fortune, and dazzled by the glare of success-his affections and his sympathies may cluster "Where guilty glory glows, And despicable State," but woman proffers her homage at no shrine save that of virtue. Man is misled by the phantoms of his own pursuing. It is his ambition-it may be his destiny to be great; it is woman's higher ambition-her heaven-born mission to be good. Men of Virginia-in the name of the daughters of this Commonwealth we appeal to you. We ask of your generosity no gift, we demand of your-tardy justice a debt. If there be in your birthright aught that is valuable-if in the memory of your past, the fruition of your present, or the anticipation of your future, there is anything around which the affections nmay cling, or the hopes may cluster-if you claim any part or parcel of the glory that attaches to the emblems of Virginia's sovereignty, or the striped and spangled insignia of the Confederacy, then you are a debtor, and we charge you in your heart of hearts to nleasure well the quantum of your debt. To you, above all others, does this enterprize appeal for sympathy and active aid. To the custody of your own Commonwealth, is it proposed to confide the Home and Grave of her peerless son. It is an appropriate designation, for though his name and fame in some respects may be greatly claimed as common to mankindyet in him Virginia becomingly asserts a peculiar property. "He is her own, And she as rich in having such a jewel, As twenty seas if all the sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold." Then speed this sacred enterprize. Encourage the hearts and strengthen the hands of your patriot sisters. Let the glorious work be consummated. In the name of woman, let the home and grave of Washington be consecrated to mankind, as the Mecca of Republicanism forever. From the dome of the homestead he deserted only for a habitation on high, "a house not made with hands-eternal in the Heavens," let the banner of his own Virginia ever wave, and o'er his sacred ashes let her with a mother's tenderness a constant vigil keep. She will not-she cannot prove recreant to the holy trust. Whatever fate the future may hold in reserve for her, though the common doom of nations be hers, her glory pale and her strength wax faint-in the decrepitude of age as in the bloom of youth and the vigor of maturity, around that consecrated spot she will hover an unslumbering sentinel "How sleep the brave who sink to rlest By all their country's wishes blestWhen Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their ballowe'I mould, She then shall dress a richer sod, Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sling; There Honor comes a pilgrim grey To view the turf that wraps their clay, And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a seeptred hermit there." REMINISCENCES OF CUBA. BY TENELLA. It was a cold, datnp morning in February that we left the city of New Orleans where I had spent six weeks so happily that even the prospect of visiting Cuba could not quite reconcile me to bidding adieu to the many kind friends who crowded around us on the deck of the steamer Crescent City. In order to cross the bar at the mouth of the river before dark, we were obliged to make a very early start, and the clock had not struck eight when the bell warned off all but the passengers, and put a speedy end to the "last words" and hasty kisses of those whom we were leaving behind. I know of nothing more dismal than an early start on a cold morning, no one is amiable, and bright indeed must be the beauty and cheerful the spirit that can stand such a test. Tired out with the hurry of an early breakfast, and the excitement of leaving my friends, I hastened to my state-room as soon as we were fairly off. I found it filled with mementos of the thoughtful kindness of those whom I had left. Books, fruit, flowers and confectionary strewed my berth, while safely stowed away in one corner was a bottle of 566 Reminiscences of Cubct,. [SEPTEM.BF,R, -k f
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