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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 17. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Andersonville prison. (search)
mong our prisoners South was a powerful argument against the course pursued, and I so felt it. Hill to Blaine. During the amnesty debate in the House of Representatives in 1876, Hill, of GeorgiaHill, of Georgia, replying to statements of Blaine, discussed the history of the exchange of prisoners, dwelling on the fact that the cartel which was established in 1862 was interrupted in 1863, and that the Federal their nursing and medicine and provisions; which proposition was also rejected. Continuing, Mr. Hill said: In August, 1864, there were two more propositions. The cartel of exchange had been broke hands without equivalent, and without asking you to return a man for them, and you refused. Mr. Hill quoted a series of resolutions passed by the Federal prisoners at Andersonville in 1864, Septemed intentionally by the Confederate Government, but by the force of circumstances. Commenting, Mr. Hill said: Brave men are always honest, and true soldiers never slander; I would believe the stateme
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 17. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.26 (search)
Soldiers' Monument. Twenty thousand Confederate dead in Blandford cemetery. Unveiling by Miss Hill. [Richmond Dispatch, June 8, 1890.] The ceremonies on Monday—the Monument—History of the Ladies' Association—How they succeeded. Petersburg, Va., June 7, 1890. Nearly twenty thousand Confederate soldiers are buried in Blandford Cemetery. Over twelve thousand of this number were interred by the Ladies' Memorial Association on Memorial Hill after the close of the war; the other thousands were buried in the main by friends during and subsequent to the war within the old cemetery limits. The dead come from all the States of the Confederacy, and all have been under the tender care of the Ladies' Memorial Association, whose patriotic services in this respect cannot be too highly honored and commended. The association in this work of love and patriotism have brought the dead from the fields of Fredericksburg, Manassas, the Wilderness, Spotsylvania, Sharpsburg, and fr<
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 17. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The unveiling. [Richmond Dispatch, June 10, 1890.] (search)
of citizens. The line was headed by Chief-Marshal Henry and his associates, the ladies of the Memorial Association and the orator of the day, with the Mayor and Miss Hill. It was fully half-past 6 o'clock before the ceremonies commenced in the cemetery, where fully 10,000 people had assembled around the monument and the stand. TP. Hill. The young lady was received with great cheers, which she gracefully acknowledged with bows. Unveiled. It was thirteen minutes past 7 o'clock when Miss Hill and Mrs. J. M. Wyche pulled the string and the statue stood unveiled. Salvos of artillery and volleys of musketry, mingled with the cheers of the vast crowd, greeted the unveiling. Miss Hill was then presented with a handsome bouquet by Sergeant A. J. Blackburn, of Company C, on behalf of the old Thirteenth Virginia Infantry. Hundreds of people shook hands with the young lady, who was evidently greatly delighted with her reception. A veteran flag. Among the flags displayed in
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 17. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Williamsburg. (search)
ere they came back at a double-quick, yelling vociferously. Down they went again behind the logs, and reopened most vigorously, as if rather refreshed than otherwise by the scare. It makes me laugh now to think of the whoop I gave as they came up. It would have done honor to a Comanche. Hope was almost gone, and the sight once more of these brave men's faces and the cheery ring of their guns was like the breath of life. A picture of A. P. Hill. In the midst of the renewed uproar General Hill came down the line. He stood bolt upright between the contending fires, looked around awhile, then went off to the left, returned, looked once more intently into the timber as if to say this nest must be cleaned out, and finally went off up the line. Years afterwards I stood by the grave of this valiant soldier in the cemetery at Richmond. Naught marked the spot but a slab with A. P. Hill, and nothing but the twitter of little birds broke the solemn stillness; but as I stood there I sa