Life and Letters of General Thomas J. Jackson (Stonewall Jackson)

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Harper & Brothers, 1892 - General - 479 pages
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This is a touching memorial to Mary Anna Morrison and her beloved husband, Gen. Thomas J. Jackson. While there may be more detailed military descriptions, the personal reminisces about Jackson and their family, and his death cannot be found elsewhere.

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Page 343 - Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot, into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind : the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Page 360 - Let another man praise thee, and not thine own mouth; a stranger, and not thine own lips.
Page 268 - Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career, — His mourners were two hosts, his friends and foes ; And fitly may the stranger lingering here Pray for his gallant spirit's bright repose ; For he was Freedom's champion, one of those, The few in number, who had not o'erstept 550 The charter to chastise which she bestows On such as wield her weapons ; he had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
Page 282 - em well ; Says he, "That's Banks — he's fond of shell, Lord save his soul ! We'll give him" — well, That's " 'Stonewall
Page 456 - I have just received your note informing me that you were wounded. I cannot express my regret at the occurrence. Could I have directed events, I should have chosen, for the good of the country, to be disabled in your stead. I congratulate you upon the victory which is due to your skill and energy.
Page 282 - We'll win His way out, ball and blade. What matter if our shoes are worn? What matter if our feet are torn? Quick step! We're with him before dawn. That's Stonewall Jackson's way.
Page 343 - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight. "Halt!"— the dust-brown ranks stood fast.
Page 225 - Loring to return with his command to Winchester immediately has been received and promptly complied with. With such interference in my command I cannot expect to be of much service in the field, and accordingly respectfully request to be ordered to report for duty to the superintendent of the Virginia Military Institute at Lexington, as has been done in the case of other professors. Should this application not be granted, I respectfully request that the President will accept my resignation from the...
Page 343 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night. Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the Rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her ! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.
Page 173 - ... the vale Slumbered the men of might, And one lone sentry paced his rounds, To watch the camp that night. A grave and solemn man was he, With deep and sombre brow ; The dreamful eyes seemed hoarding up Some unaccomplished vow. The wistful glance peered o'er the plains Beneath the starry light, And with the murmured name of God, He watched the camp that night.

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