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4 €C ) ■ , , y£ *' "* " 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 c § ' * * * considered as the mere faint foreshadow - ings of other and far more imporiaut