But far away another line is stretching dark and long, Another flag is floating free where armed legions throng; Another war-cry's on the air, as wakes the martial drum, And onward still, in serried ranks, the Southern soldiers come. GEORGE HERBERT SASS _Beginning of Seven Days' Battle around Richmond, 1862_ June Twenty-Sixth A PROPHECY, 1869 The close of the Civil War found the conquering States so nearly equally divided between the Radical and Conservative parties, that if the South should be restored to her relative might in the Union, the balance would be thrown at once in favor of the Conservatives. The problem therefore assumed a mathematical form, and demanded that the South should not reinforce the Conservatives of the North. This could be prevented only in two ways, _viz._; either by keeping the South out of the Union entirely or by placing the political power there in the hands of a minority. To adopt one or the other of these expedients was a party necessity. This is the whole key to Reconstruction; and fifty years hence no man living will be found to deny it. JUDGE J. FAIRFAX MCLAUGHLIN (_In the "Southern Metropolis," June 26, 1869_) June Twenty-Seventh The duties exacted of us by civilization and Christianity are not less obligatory in the country of our enemy than in our own. ROBERT E. LEE _Lee issues his famous Chambersburg order, 1863_ _"Winnie" Davis born, 1864_ June Twenty-Eighth COL. WILLIAM MOULTRIE; SERGEANT JASPER; "PALMETTO DAY" The battle holds a conspicuous place in the history of the Revolution. It was our first clear victory over the British, and won over one of England's most distinguished naval officers. JOHN J. DARGAN _Defence of Fort Sullivan, (Moultrie,) 1776_ _North Carolina, South Carolina, Florida, Alabama, and Louisiana readmitted to the Union, 1868_ June Twenty-Ninth His trumpet-tones re-echoed like Evangels to the free, Where Chimborazo views the world Mosaic'd in the sea; And his proud form shall stand erect In that triumphal car Which bears to the Valhalla gates Heroic Bolivar! JAMES RYDER RANDALL _Henry Clay dies, 1852_ June Thirtieth Yes, there's a charm about the name of Mary Which haunts me like some old enchanter's spell, Or rather like the voice of some sweet fairy, Singing low love-songs in a lonely dell. It hath a music that can never weary, A strain that seems of love and grief to tell, The echoes of an anthem from the shrine Of peace, and bliss, and rest, and love divine. WILLIAM WOODSON HENDREE _Robert E. Lee marries Mary Page Custis, great-granddaughter of Martha Washington, 1831_ July A SUMMER SHOWER