Flag presentation in Alabama

SOUTHERN CONFEDERACY [ATLANTA, GA]
June 30, 1861
p. 1, c. 6

At the flag presentation on the 25th May, at Bellefonte, Ala., to the Jackson Hornets, the following young ladies stepped forward, one by one, representing the seceded States as they left the old Confederacy, carrying with them all those rights and liberties bequeathed to them by our ancestors of the Revolution, repeating the following beautiful, appropriate and patriotic lines, written and composed by Laura Lorrimar, one of Tennessee's most gifted poetesses:

Miss Matilda Fennel--South Carolina.
First to rise against oppression,
In this glorious Southern band;
Home of dead and living heroes,
South Carolina takes her stand.

Miss Lucinda Frazier--Florida.
And I come with greeting, sisters,
Where, amid orange bowers,
Waves fair Florida her sceptre [sic],
Crowned with rarest, sweetest flowers.

Miss Alice Eaton--Georgia.
Lo! and Georgia uprising,
Burning with the blood of yore,
Sends her children forth to conquer
Peace from haughty foes once more.

Miss Kate Fennell--Alabama.
In the new born arch of glory,
Lo! where shines the central star,
Alabama, and her radiance
Never cloud of shame shall mar.

Miss Connie Caperton--Mississippi.
Sisters! room for Mississippi!
Well she knows the martial strain;
She has marched of old to battle,
She will strike her foes again.

Miss Sallie Snodgrass--Louisiana.
A voice from Louisiana!
Lo! her brave sons arise,
Armed and ready for the conflict,
Stern defiance in their eyes.

Miss Pathenia Bryant--Texas.
Texas, youngest mid her sisters,
Joins her earnest voice to theirs;
Forth she sends her gallant Rangers,
With her blessings and her prayers.

Miss Sallie Fennell--Virginia.
Wave, wave on high your banners!
For the Old Dominion comes,
With the lightning speaks the thunder,
Lo! where sound her army's drums!

Miss Sallie Carter--Arkansas.
Long Arkansas waited, hoping,
Clinging to the flag of stars,
Now, she tears it down forever,
Ho! away then for the wars.

Miss Jennie Armstrong--North Carolina.
Over vale and over mountain,
Pealing forth in triumph high,
Comes a lofty swell of music,
The Old North State's battle-cry.

Miss Kate Mattox--Tennessee.
Last, but far from least among ye,
Spartan band of brave and free;
Like a whirlwind in her anger,
Wheels in line old Tennessee.

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