t yesterday a shell should throw the entire community into mourning:
Miss Anna Pickens, the daughter of our former Governor, never consented to leave the city.
; gratitude gave birth to a more tender sentiment; his suit was listed to, Governor Pickens gave his consent, and the marriage was fixed for yesterday, the 22d April.ompany was assembled, burst and wounded nine persons, and among the rest, Miss Anna Pickens.
We cannot describe the scene that followed.
Order was at last re-estabom a terrible wound under her left breast.
A surgeon came and declared that Miss Pickens had not longer than two hours to live.
We will not paint the general despaiirl, struggling in the embrace of death and against a terrible mortal pang.
Gov. Pickens, whose courage is known, was almost without consciousness, and Mrs. Pickens Mrs. Pickens looked upon her child with the dry and haggard eye of one whose reason totters.
Lieut. de Rockelle was the first to speak. "Anna," he cried, "I will die soon, to