The majority in Congress, in imposing protecting duties, which are utterly destructive of the interests of South Carolina, not only impose no burthens, but actually confer enriching bounties upon their constituents, proportioned to the burthens they impose upon us. Under these circumstances, the principle of representative responsibility is perverted into a principle of representative despotism. It is this very tie, binding the majority of Congress to execute the will of their constituents, which makes them our inexorable oppressors. They dare not open their hearts to the sentiments of human justice, or to the feelings of human sympathy. They are tyrants by the very necessity of their position, however elevated may be their principles in their individual capacities. GEORGE MCDUFFIE (_Address to the People of the United States_) _Ordinance of Nullification passed by South Carolina, 1832_ _Battle of the Clouds, Lookout Mountain, 1863_ November Twenty-Fifth PROTEST AGAINST THE WAR OF 1812, NEW ENGLAND The call of the Secretary of War for the militia of the States met blunt refusal from the Governors of Massachusetts, Rhode Island, and Connecticut. The Assembly of the latter State sustained its Executive in a formal address which denounced the war and declared Connecticut to be a free, sovereign, and independent State, and that the United States was not a national but a confederated republic. President Madison was held up as an invader of the State's authority over her militia. HENRY A. WHITE _Battle of Missionary Ridge, 1863_ November Twenty-Sixth THE HOMESPUN DRESS Oh, yes! I am a Southern girl, And glory in the name, And boast it with far greater pride Than glittering wealth or fame. I envy not the Northern girls Their robes of beauty rare, Though diamonds grace their snowy necks And pearls bedeck their hair. Hurrah, hurrah! For the sunny South so dear. Three cheers for the homespun dress The Southern ladies wear. November Twenty-Seventh But know, 'twas mine the secret power That waked thee at the midnight hour In bleak November's reign: 'Twas I the spell around thee cast, When thou didst hear the hollow blast In murmurs tell of pleasures past, That ne'er would come again. WASHINGTON ALLSTON November Twenty-Eighth The cruel fire that singed her robe died out in rainbow flashes, And bright her silvery sandals shone above the hissing ashes! _Organization of Legislature in Carolina Hall after the election of General Hampton as Governor of South Carolina, 1876_ November Twenty-Ninth