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“Glorious things are spoken of thee.”—Psalms.
If you travel the globe over, wherever you meet an educated man, whether in Europe, Asia, or Africa, and of course in America, just mention Fredericksburg and instantly his countenance will beam with a light that speaks thus, “Yes, I know of Fredericksburg, where Lee and Jackson fought."
Did sharp competition, now so rife, stop the wheels of every factory and close every store in Fredericksburg; did contagion spring forth—which is not likely in so healthy a town—and destroy the population, which may God avert, yet and ever, while the world is peopled, men, and women, too, will come to Fredericksburg, the rich
est field in great events on the earth's surface.
Our historians tell us that in the year 1608 Capt. John Smith came up the Rappahannock in a boat, with twelve other white men and an Indian guide, to the falls near where Fredericksburg was subsequently built. But even at so early a day the ground was difficult of access to a foe; the Rappahannock Indians, courageous and formidable, fearless of the daring adventurers' matchlocks, with their bows and arrows drove off the doughty Captain and his crew, who retired down the river, somewhat disconcerted.
Fredericksburg, named for Prince Frederick, son of George II, King of England, was founded in 1727. Col. William Byrd, visiting the place in 1782, says, “I was obliged to rise early here, that I might not starve my landlord, whose constitution requires him to swallow a beefsteak before the Sun blesses the World with his genial rays. However, he was so complaisant as to