great commander to the humblest private; and in the unrecorded sorrow of that other host of friends, who, standing as it were by his tomb, would with one consent inscribe upon it in imperishable characters the declaration, that in the long and mournful catalogue of the victims of the late war, Virginia finds the name of no truer, braver, or better son than John Thompson Brown.
A few days later, at Spottsylvania Court House, fell the accomplished Major David Watson
, of the same artillery regiment with Colonel Brown
, and of whom it was said:
was borne from the field and carried to a neighboring house, where he received all the aid that kindness and sympathy could give.
Happily, he retained his faculties long, enough to recognize the presence of that heart-broken mother; she who had leaned forward with throbbing heart to catch the first tidings from every battle-field on which her darling was endangered, and on whose prophetic face for three long, anxious years had been prefigured this coming agony.
She came in time to receive the last pressure of that “dear hand,” and to hear from his own lips this solemn declaration, “I have never believed in a deathbed repentance; so for three years I have, every night, before retiring to rest, earnestly prayed to God, not so much that He would spare my life as that He would prepare me for this day, and save my soul
welling up from a brave, honest, sincere heart, and recalling the kindred declarations of Jackson
and of Havelock
George Washington Stuart
, of Fairfax county, Virginia
, private in the Rockbridge Artillery, fell at Chancellorsville
and needs no fitter epitaph than the following extract from a letter from General R. E. Lee
to his sister, dated ‘Camp Fredericksburg, May 11, 1863:’
I grieve greatly on my own account.
I am deprived of one whom I loved and admired, and whose presence always brought me pleasure.
His gentleness, his manliness, his goodness won the affection of all, and all sorrow at his death.
But think what he has gained, what peace he enjoys; what suffering, toil and hardship he may have been spared.
God, in His mercy, be assured, has taken him at the right time and right place for him. May He give to his mother and his friends that strength and that support they require!
On learning the sad news, I went to Mrs. Marye's the evening I returned from Chancellorsville, where I knew that he had been properly appreciated and kindly