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.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.
www.Circa1865.org 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)
