The next few days may decide the fate of
Richmond.
It is either to remain the
Capital of the
Confederacy, or to be turned over to the
Federal Government as a Yankee conquest.
The Capital is either to be secured or lost — it may be feared not temporarily — and with it
Virginia.
Then, if there is blood to be shed, let it be shed here; no soil of the
Confederacy could drink it up more acceptably, and none would hold it more gratefully.
Wife, family, and friends are nothing.
Leave them all for one glorious hour to be devoted to the
Republic.
Life, death, and wounds are nothing, if we only be saved from the fate of a captured Capital and a humiliated Confederacy.
Let the
Government act; let the people act. There is time yet.
If fate come to its worst, let the ruins of
Richmond be its most lasting monument.