Vice President of The Confederate States of America

The Vice President of the Confederate States of America was an office held by Alexander Stephens of Georgia, who served under President Jefferson Davis of Mississippi from February 18, 1861 to May 11, 1865. Having first been elected by the Confederate Congress, both were considered provisional office-holders until they won the general election of November 6, 1861 without opposition.

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