Thursday, May 30, 2019

Rescuing Old General Jubal Early: A good one of which I was not aware.

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 Rebecca Yancey Williams (1895-1976)

Sung to the tune of "God of Our Fathers."

Halt to Virginia, blessed Mother State

Founded in faith, bright star of Western Fate.

Brought forth in Glory on an Island Fair,

Crown of Man's sacrifice, to toil and will to dare.

Hail to Virginia, strong, serene and true.

Beloved of her sons from sea to mountains blue,

Beloved of the States that sprang from her creation.

All hail Virginia, Mother of our Nation.

Hail to Virginia, steadfast in her faith.

Cherish the freedom purchased on her earth.

Honor the heroes asleep beneath her sod.

Raise high your praises to the throne of God.

Robert “Cap’n Bob” Yancey served as the Commonwealth’s attorney of Lynchburg for 33 years, after his election as mayor of that city in 1891. An 1875 graduate of VMI, he obtained his law degree at the University of Virginia. He died in 1931 in the same room of the home in which he had been born, and spent his entire life in.   The Great American Political Divide

Rescuing Old General Jubal Early 

“Sometimes my father himself was surprised at the Olympian quality of his own ejaculations. Then he would often be seized with a spirit of humility, and say that the sheer beauty was not original with him; he had got it from old General Jubal Early. 

One of my Father’s favorite stories about General Early was told occasionally to select male audiences, but I have heard it many times when I wasn’t supposed to be anywhere around. It always began” “Did I ever tell you about the time the house fell on old Jubal Early?” 

General Early was a privileged character around Lynchburg in his old age, for he had saved the city from being captured by the Yankees; but that did not keep the city from condemning as unsafe an office building he owned on Main Street. The work of pulling down this building had already begun, but General Early was not finished getting all of his things out of his office, because the men whom he had engaged to move his furniture had been late arriving. 

Being partly established in new quarters, the old General remembered some important papers he had left behind. He needed those papers at once and he went back to his old office to The room he had been sitting in had merely dropped, floor and all, to a lower level and a few timbers had formed an arch of protection over him. There he sat with his old campaign hat still on his head, white with plaster, he calmly waited to be dug out. 

When the old man looked up and saw my father in charge, he called out: “Hey, Bob! Blast my hat to hell, I didn’t know you were up there boy! I can direct these fellows for you. Damn it, you go and get me a julep!” 

My father hastened away and he soon brought back a small split basket in which there were several glasses of julep, packed solidly around with paper.” 

(The Vanishing Virginian, Rebecca Yancey Williams, E.P. Dutton & Company, 1940, excerpts pp. 81-82)


  1. Did you know that the hymn, "GOD OF OUR FATHERS", is our official national hymn of our United States of America?

    1. No I didn't but it was sung by my military school at the end of the year. I can still feel the hot, wool pants on my legs.

      By Rudyard Kipling


      God of our fathers, known of old,
      Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
      Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
      Dominion over palm and pine—
      Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
      Lest we forget—lest we forget!

      The tumult and the shouting dies;
      The Captains and the Kings depart:
      Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
      An humble and a contrite heart.
      Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
      Lest we forget—lest we forget!

      Far-called, our navies melt away;
      On dune and headland sinks the fire:
      Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
      Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
      Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
      Lest we forget—lest we forget!

      If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
      Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
      Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
      Or lesser breeds without the Law—
      Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
      Lest we forget—lest we forget!

      For heathen heart that puts her trust
      In reeking tube and iron shard,
      All valiant dust that builds on dust,
      And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,
      For frantic boast and foolish word—
      Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!