Men of Virginia, countrymen of Washington, of Patrick Henry, of Jefferson, and of Madison, will ye be true to your constitutional faith?
Caleb CushingAbout author
- Author's profession: Diplomat
- Nationality: american
- Born: January 17, 1800
- Died: January 2, 1879
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