answer. Right under the muzzles of the murderous guns he had heard the Voice which said, “Come up hither.” Captain Cocke was slightly wounded by a ball passing between his ear and his head, which grooved a course for itself in the flesh; so narrow was the dividing-line between life and death! Yet he was instant in laborious search for the beloved, missing brother; but it was all in vain; “he saw him no more.” We pass over the record of the six torturing months of suspense, in which it remained a question whether he might not be a helpless and wounded captive in some distant fort. We dwell not on the deferred hope that sickened and at length died utterly away; while the hearts that had nursed and clung to it, and kept it alive so long, sank down into silent and acquiescent sorrow. “None knoweth the place of his sepulchre unto this day.” Thus meagrely, and with scant materials at hand, has the writer of this sketch endeavored to outline the character of William Fauntleroy Cocke, who, it will be allowed, belonged to that class of menAmong the cherished friends of my university days I counted Wm. T. Haskell, of South Carolina, one of the purest, truest, noblest, Christian gentlemen whom I ever knew. I remember meeting him on the march to Gettysburg, in command of the battalion of sharpshooters of his division, and for miles we revived hallowed memories of our university days, talked of the hopes of the future, and expressed our confidence that the impending battle would result in another splendid victory for the Army of Northern Virginia, which we hoped would establish the independence of the Confederacy. I remember he spoke calmly of the probability that he might fall, and expressed his full trust in Christ and entire resignation to God's will. Alas! I never saw him again, and the story of his death is thus told in the ‘University Memorial:’Who, living, are but dimly guessed,
But show their length in graves.We have been kindly favored with the following extract from the unpublished report of Pender's Division in the battle of Gettysburg:During a successful charge made to drive the enemy from a road in front of Cemetery Hill, Captain William T. Haskell, First South Carolina Volunteers, in charge of a select battalion
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