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A Southern gentleman, of distinguished bearing and gentle chivalry. A gallant soldier, brilliant orator and highly gifted statesman.

Secretary of War under Pierce, and the "Power Behind the Throne" of the Administration.

One of the most distinguished Exponents of Southern Thought,

First And Only President Of The Confederacy!

Serving with disinterested devotion the people who had called him to the helm, and bearing the burdens of the Confederacy with silent uncomplaining; in defeat, he became the vicarious Sufferer of the South, meeting the humiliations visited upon him with the bravest dignity and patience.

A leader of high integrity, of spotless public and private life and lovable traits of character—his name will ever be cherished in the South with loyal and tender affection.

Julia Wyatt Bullard.



To what thou wast, Old House!

To all that has passed from sight,
To the dreams of the dead—the visions fled,

I lift my glass to-night.

And I drink to thee, Old House,

As home of my Nation's head!
A nation whose life was bitter with strife,

And now is counted dead!

Slowly I drink, Old House,

Silent and standing—I raise
To my lips the glass while before me pass

The wraiths of other days.

I love thee well, Old House!

And with rosemary in my heart,
For the dear dead's sake my glass I break

To what thou wert—and art!



First it ranked high among the hospitable homes of old Richmond, a stage for many a brilliant scene and distinguished players.

Then the "whirligig of Time" with a tragic turn hurled it into the pages of history as

"the White House Of The Confederacy."

For a few years a painful memory, then woman's zeal and woman's fidelity made it the place of wonderful and touching interest it now is. Each room tells its own tale, and the conjuror, Imagination, brings before us the whole gallery of pictures. War, with its glory and its horrors; victory and defeat, privation, death's harvest-time, all that gory war brings in its train, and above all,

Courage, High And Enduring.

A wonderful monument in itself, and all this made possible by the women of the South.

Nora L. C. Scott. Radford, Virginia.


The Capital of the Old Dominion and of

The Confederate States of America. The Forum of Statesmen for Generations. To take her and defend her,

Hundreds of thousands of America's bravest

Fought four years, and
Tens of thousands laid down their lives.
When she fell—the whole South fell with her.
She now holds the hearts of the loyal living,

And the ashes of the heroic dead.

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