She was Born in Richmond
Richmond is a town flowing with charm and sentiment. Last week the Confederate flag was flying on Monument Avenue, and the town was alive with scoldings and whisperings. John Drinkwater's Robert E. Lee had just played to generous audiences in the capital of the South, and the tumult and the shouting had not died. Protests came. Lee had not been so stout. His beard was silky. It was not bristly. Historical events were not thus and so. In the midst of this fluttering and chittering, I sought out the...
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