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REV. A. J. RYAN, Editor-
AUGUSTA, GA., MAY 23, 18G8.
THE WOMEN OF THE SOUTH,
We are proud of our noble women.
We can never say too much, or write too
much, in their praise. They deserve it
all. Their modesty, their worth, their
devotion to truth and right, constitute
tin ir nobility, and make them dear to the
men <ff the South. They have encouraged,
they have suffered, they have endured,
but the}' have never yielded. The “ men
in grey” have been forced to submit to
a sunerior power ; and some of them, alas!
h ve for.-ak«n the principles in defence of
winch they so bravely struggled ; but
where is the Southern woman who has
yielded up her devotion to the “ Lost
Cause ?” Where is the Southern woman
who does not wear its memories as proudly
to-day in her heart of hearts as she did
when those memories first originated ?
Where is the Southern woman who is not,
to-day, keeping alive these memories and
handing them down to future generations
as a legacy of love and pride? Then,
Heaven preserve the purity, and the
goodness, and the nobility of our Southern
women ; and save them from the contami
nating influences of Northern ideas and
customs.
There, in the cold region oi the North,
society is heaving and gasping. Its women
have forgotten their high and holy mission.
They have unsexed themselves; in the
public places they usurp the callings of
men, and. deserting homes which they
ought to make happy, and those whom
they ought to love and cherish, ‘they can
be found in the lecture rooms, on the
hustings, and in conventions, descanting
with masculine voice and strength, on
subjects which belong to the rougher sex
alone. In the halls of Congress, they can
be found, mingling their voices with those
of coarse men and rude vulgar boys,
shouting at Senators, indulging in sar
castic expressions, and joining in ribald
songs Oh 1 what a sad spectacle !
Woman, God'* “ last best gift to man”—
woman, the help-mate of man and “ the
angel of the household,” thus debased,
thus corrupted, thus degraded ! It is
too sad a picture ; and so we draw the
veil before it, to turn once more to the
lovely matrons and daughters of our own
sunny South. They have a high and
a holy mission to perform. They have
the beauty, and the honor, and the digni
ty of their sex to preserve and maintain ;
they have the glory of their country to
sustain ; and they have the principles of
constitutional liberty and justice, for which
their sons, husbands, and brothers, fought
to perpetuate.
When Cataline sought to subvert the
liberties of Rome his first care was to
corrupt the young men of the common
wealth ; but when the women of a country
become corrupted, bold, and debased,
then there is no earthly salvation for that
country. It is lost, irrevocably lost. At
the North, the sad work has commenced
—the tide has set in. It is for the women
of the South to turn it back, to preserve
the glory of their sex, the honor of the
nation, and the priceless boon of Con
stitutional liberty. They will do it.
They will not falter. They have been
true to the past; they will be true to the
present; they will be true to the future.
We have confidence in their strength of
character and firmness of will; and though
the men of the South may fall bv the |
wayside, and be swallowed up in the!
pool of political corruption, the women 1
of the South will be true to themselves,
true to principle, and true to the nation.
And being thus true, they will shine
out, through the broken storm clouds of
fanaticism and tyranny, like sunlight, to
bless a land redeemed, regenerated, aud
disenthralled, from tyranny and suffering.
HEARTS AND DIAMONDS,
Hearts represent love—Diamonds
wealth. [leans beat with love for God,
love for man, love for the good and true-
Diamonds corrupt the heart, canker the
heart, destroy the heart.
Blessed is the true heart, every pulsa
tion of which is for good ; every throb of
which is full of charity for suffering hu
manity, kindness and forbearance for the
faults of others : regret and sympathy for
human woe and care. Such a heart robs
the world of half its misery, check's
wickedness, and relieves distress. It has
no revilings, no threats, no denunciations.
It believes that
“ A little word in kindness spoken,
A motion, or a tear,
lias often healed the heart that's broken,
And made a friend sincere.”
And, so believing, speaks only with love,
friendship, and compassion.
Alas! that Diamonds should triumph
over Hearts —that deceit, chicanery, hate,
should usurp the place us truth, love, and
friendship, and fiii the world with woe
and misery !
Alas ! that the glittering gew-gaws
of earth should seem to shine more brightly
than the better qualities of hutnaa nature
that the brilliancy of the Diamond should
outshine the brilliancy of the heart !
Alas 1 that Hear! s cannot triumph over
Diamonds, and rule the world—that vir
tue, goodness, and love, cannot conquer
vice, wickedness, and hate, and so make
the world “ to blossom as the rose.”
Perhaps we might say. with Cassius :
“ The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our
stars, but in ourselves, that we are un
derlings to the great Cas-jar”—in other
words, that we are underlings to Dia
monds—to gold—to wealth. These are
the brilliants that blind the world to
virtue —the attractions that lure the world
on to misery and woe. Why not cast
them aside ? The fault is ours. Why
not correct it? Why not give Hearts—
Love, Truth, Justice—the, first place?
Why not give the modest, permanent
worth of the one position o ver the transient,
false brilliancy of the other ? Why not
cast aside the Diamonds, and honor the
Hearts, cultivate them, advance them,
cherish them ? The world would be
better for it. We should all be better
0
for it. We should all be happier for it.
“ Howe’er it be, it seems to us,
’Tis only noble to be good ;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood. ’
“ Riches, like insects, while concealed they lie,
Wait but for wings, and in their seasons fly ;
To whom can riches give repute and trust,
Content or pleasure, but the good and just?
Judges and Senates have been bought for gold.
Esteem and Love are never sold.”
THE WORD FEMALE,
The veteran Godcy, of Lady's Hook
notoiiety, with an eye ever watchful of
the interests of the women of America,
very justly, we think, takes ground
against the common, but vulgar, word
“ female,” when applied to women and
girls. Thus, for instance, we have “Fe
male Colleges” and “Female Academies,”
and “ Female Institutes,” though we
seldom, or never, bear of “ Male Col
leges,” “ Male Academies,” or “ Male
Institutes.” Why is this distinction ?
Why not say College for Girls, just as
we say College for Boys, and so on ? It
is more euphonious, more correct, and
certainly better taste. We cordially
approve the objection, and endorse the
suggestion, that in all cases where the
word female is used, in connection with
girls or women, that the latter terms be
substituted therefor.
For the Banuer of the South.
OUR DEAR SOUTHERN LAND,
With what feelings of proud exultation
do we hail the coming of the “ Banner
of the South.” Little did we dream of
its taking such a bold, decisive stand for
the right, as it has, when we subscribed
for it. And little did we expect to see
a journal filled with such broad views,
nch clear, comprehensive, and logical
M3WI! Os fll lOIfIL
reasoning, in defending and keeping alive
the memories of our- crushed and over
powered people. How It makes our heart
leap with pleasure, receiving the exhila
rating influences from the rich, genial
flow of thoughts and ideas in this the
only journal devoted strictly to the de
fense of our lost liberties, that are smoul
der ing in ruins upon the altars of our
dear sunny South. Although the “Banner
of the South” is issued under aud gov
erned by religious sentiments di .metri
cally opposed to our own, we do not deem
that sufficient grounds to exclude it Irom
our perusal. No, Mr. Editor, it is enough
to know that it has emblazoned on its
frontispiece the motto, 1 lidiyio and Pa!rial'
which touches cords within our breast
that awaken sad memories that ar * en
shrined in the deepest recesses oi’ our
heart, and bound there by the strongest
ties of nature. The tone of its editorials
throws enthusiasm into the soul, and
begets within us a feeling akin to hope,
which bespeaks that there may be in
store Tor us “ future triumphs and unre
alized glories.” Having been scathed
by the dread ordeal of a civil war, after
a lapse of time, we, yet under the influ
ence of the scourge, endeavor to lift our
heads, appearing just to rise from dreamy
slumbers, see the changes that have come
over our Eden spot of earth. We sigh,
and pause for reflection? Seeing the de
spoiled hearthstones, around which gath
ered happy joyous families, and sacred
altars laid low to the dust, onr feel
ings are touched with the most profound
regrets. And another picture, still, that
wrings the heart with agony, is to see,
leaning upon the monumental stone that
marks the spot w T here rests the remains
of the true Southerner, the widow, and
around her gathered the gentle budding
beauties, mingling their tears to bedew
the grave of their dear, loved, departed
spirit. What have they now to live
for ? They are dragging out an exist
ence of bitterness —continually tantalized
by the racking scourges of the de
spciler. Perhaps they, too, wish to pass
from the stage of action, and bo buried
beneath the soil of their devoted coun
try. They have no fortune—it is swept
away. They have no hope —it is blighted.
No home—it is demolished. Oh ! for
the widow and the orphan. But, who
has to answer for this crime ?
We cannot but submit to the force
of circumstances—we accept our condi
tion only as it is only forced upon us.
It is force that overwhelms us now, and
binds us to the dread ordeal. It is
force that makes us yield to its power
—physical force—force of resources, of
strength, and of human power —not of
Right and Justice. No ! never. The
Goddess of Justice has been tempo
rarily robbed of her royal sway, yield
ing to the unnatural force and powers
of the raging elements of fanatical and
diabolical passion that had gathered into
a storm and burst in its mad career,
“ venting itself in tears and blood.” And,
as we are now wrecked and in ruins,
would that the smoulderings of our ruined
and crushed liberties could be fanned into
a luminous blaze by some aspiring, friendly
breeze, and flame and ignite the grand,
formidable, pillared pile of radical fanati
cism, and raze it to the earth ; and leave
it, as Babylon of old, not even a trace or
vestige to be seen to mark the spot where
it once stood. Patrician.
Bluff City, Ala., May 14, 186S.
[From “Dor Katliolik.”
1867-’OB.
NUMBER THREE.
Wo have neither inclination nor time
to give here a complete list of all the
skirmishes, engagements, and battles,
which the army of Pius IX fought with
the troops of Garibaldi during the months
of October and November last; much
less have we time to describe those tierce
aad bloody conflicts, with all their inter
esting details and various episodes. We
must leave that to others ; and we do it
all the more readily, as learn that a
society of literary, men are already at work
collecting the necessary material for a
book of this kind, which, through the
means of a few masterly sketches, is to
present to the world not only a true, but
also a popular account of the battles and
victories of the Papal army.
The most important, and, at the same
time, most splendid engagements of this
ever memorable war, in the order ot their
succession, were the following :
1. The engagement at Bagnorea, where
a mere handful of Zouaves and troops of
the line totally defeated upwards of 500
Garibaldiaus, at the same time killing,
wounding/or capturing, at least 180 ot
their number.
2. The engagement at Monte Libretti,
on the 13ill and 14th of October, where
00 Zouaves, pitted against an almost ten
times superior number, fought with a
heroism which lias but seldom been
equalled, and never been excelled, in the
history of human warfare.
3. The. storming of Nerola, a conse
quence of the engagement at Monte Li
bretti. On this occasion, several thou
sand Garibaldiaus were driven across the
border in shameful confusion and igno
minious flight.
1. The defence of the Fortress “Monte
Rolando,” the “key to L -me,” by one
company of Swiss Sharpshooters and two
companies of the Antibes Legion, in all
about 350 men, at first against 4,000 and
afterwards against 0,000. Garibaldiaus ;
the light lasted for twenty-seven hours,
during which time a large number of the
enemy were cither killed or wounded, and
only after the last cartridge had been
spent, the few available cannons spiked,
the horses killed, and the wagons burned,
did the garrison surrender themselves
into the hands of the enemy, who, on the
26rh of October, dragged them into an
ignominious and close captivity in the
Gulf of Spezzia. From this captivity,
however, they were released again on the
12th of November, and on the day follow
ing they were . already received With
shouts of triumph in the City of Rome,
the people of which city have, since then,
on different occasions, shown their appre
ciation and gratitude towards this noble
band by honoring them with repeated and
most brilliant ovations.
5. Equally glorious was also the en
gagement- of the sth Company of Swiss
Guards on the 23d of October, with the
Garibaldians, who, under t’ne leadership
of Carioli, had intrenched themselves on
Monte Paroli, an elevated land-tower,
situated about one and a half miles out
side the Partadcl Populo of the Eternal
City.
G. On the 22d of October, in the
evening, a platoon of Swiss drove back
and decimated 300 Revolutionists who
were attempting to take the Capitol by
storm, while on the 24th, 800 freebooters
were driven back from Viterbo with
bloody heads, by the Papal Zouaves, aud
a detachment of other troops.
7. On the 3d of November occurred the
chief battle of Montana, where the entire
revolutionary movement received its
deathblow for the time. In this battle,
toward the latter portion of which, several
French battalions came in to support the
Papal troops,'at least six or seven hun
dred Garibalians were killed on the field,
from ten to eleven hundred were wounded
and taken to the hospitals of Rome,
Terni, Spoleto, Perugia, Faligiio, and
elsewhere, while nearly 2,000 were taken
prisoners. Garibaldi, who was among
the first to flee, fell into the hands of, and
was made a prisoner by, the soldiers of
Victor Emanuel, who brought him
first to the Fort of Variguano, and thence
to Gaprera, while his comrades, one and
all. were taken to the borders of the Papal
States, disarmed and sent home to mind
their own affairs. In this exceedingly
glorious battle the Papal troops lost but
thirty dead, while their allies, the French,
lost but two. Who, then, could not see
the finger of God in this remarkable
event?
Thus has the heroism of those 10,000
soldiers of the Pope frustrated and put to
shame within a few weeks ail the well
laid plans of the wicked. To day the
States of the Church are free of invasion,
and every town and hamlet in the land
is sending in its address of sympathy
with and devotion to the Pope ; the hydra '
of revolution in Rome has lost its heads, !
the French; the French, who, at the very
last moment, came to the Pope’s assist
ance, are evacuating Rome, and all the
world is now beginning to see and ac
knowledge that both the Pope and the
Church have profited by the late confu
sion. And this is why we Catholics are
beginning the year 1868 as a year of
uncommonly glad and prosperous omens
to the world.
[For tte’ Banner of uie South.}
THE CHURCH IN AMERICA.
BY ESPEKAKZA.
Let us look back for a moiiu nt from
ihe new threshold of the year ot grace,
1808, to the morning when the
Cr< )SS of Redemption was first planted on
our shores by the immortal marines of
Genoa, and’contemplate the great changes
which have taken place since that, to the
world, so important event. What a glo
rious spectacle enraptures the vision and
thrills the heart of every true Catholic at
the sight 1 Far and near, by the eastern
coast studded with populous cities, along
the magnificent l ivers that drain our in
land country, at the foot of the majestic
Rocky Mountain chain, and beyond—
everywhere we see at a glance that in tips
country also, as in many others before it,
that beautiful parable of our Lord and
Saviour has been literally ver fled, in
which He said: “The Kingdom of
Heaven is likened unto a grain ot mustard
seed, which a man took and sowed upon
his field. This is indeed the smallest ui
all seeds, but when it hath grown up, if.
is the largest of all plants, and become a
a tree, so that the birds of the air con.
and live amongst its branches. '
during this short period onr holy moth r,
the Church of Rome and the spoiuc (f
Christ, has risen from her seeming lowli
ness and obscurity to a height which has
already surpassed by far even the most
sanguine hopes of her children, and
which impresses even her enemies wi'li
sentiments of the most profound awe,
wonder, and astonishment She lias al
ready hallowed by her presence and
marked with her footprints every spot of
this great and fair land, and on the tab
lets of each passing year are engraved in
deathless characters the wonderful re
cords of her struggles, her triumphs, and
her trophies.
Eighteen centuries and a half, it is
true, contain numerically the events that
mark the onward career and gradual de
velopment of the Church of Rome : but
the few centuries that may be called the
civilized age of this great country, seem
to embrace, specifically, them ail. Here
the sweat of the confessor already has
rolled to the ground, and the purple cur
rent of the martyr’s blood lias flowed in
profusion ; here, amid the woods and
wilds of the far North and West, the in
trepid missionary has shivered to a U rns
the sculptured object of Indian worship,
and, lifting high in air the blessed symbol
cf Redemption, has taught, and is still,
teaching those children of the forest a
holier and purer worship. Here, more
over, in the strength of audacious rebel
lion, error lias made war upon truth,
and the faithful of Christ have been re.
peatedly forced to the dread alternative
of expatriation, death, or heresy. From
the very first moment that ever Catholic
missionaries set their feet upon this virgin
soil the whole physical and moral world
seems to have conspired against them and
the cause which they represented. Tim
country itself ffirew in their way a thou
sand obstacles; there was danger from
swollen streams, danger from wild beast-,
danger from the roving savage, danger
from false friends, danger from excessive
beat and cold, dangers many and dan
gers great wherever they went, whethei
to the rough and ungainly wigwam ot toe
O o^o
Indian, or to the scarcely less inviting log
cabin of the backwoodsman.
And yet, great and multifarious os
these dangers were, they may he justly
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considered as the mere faint foreshadow -
ings of other and far more imporiaut