How Idle Is This Prating

A Question Settled By Violence, Or In Disregard Of Law, Must Remain Unsettled Forever.

The Past Is Dead; Let It Bury Its Dead, Its Hopes And Its Aspirations; Before You Lies The Future-a Future Full Of Golden Promise.

The Troops Of Other States Have Their Reputation To Gain, The Sons Of The Alamo Have Theirs To Maintain.

Vicksburg Is The Nail Head That Holds The South’s Two Halves Together.

Your Little Army, Derided For Its Want Of Arms, Derided For Its Lack Of All The Essential Material Of War, Has Met The Grand Army Of The Enemy, Routed It At Every Point, And Now It Flies, Inglorious In Retreat Before Our Victorious Columns. We Have Taught Them A Lesson In Their Invasion Of The Sacred Soil Of Virginia.