saying: “It will only delay my departure and do no good; I want to preserve my mind, if possible, to the last.” About halfpast one he was told that he had but two hours to live, and he answered again feebly, but firmly: “Very good; it is all right.” A few moments before he died he cried out, in his delirium: “Order A. P. Hill to prepare for action! Pass the infantry to the front rapidly! Tell Major Hawks—” then stopped, leaving the sentence unfinished. Presently a smile of ineffable sweetness spread over his pale face, and he said quietly, and with an expression as if of relief, “Let us cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees;” and then, without pain, or the the least struggle, his spirit passed from earth to the God who gave it.In fine, Jackson took Jesus as his Saviour, his Guide, his great Exemplar, ‘the Captain of his salvation,’ whom he followed with the unquestioning obedience of the true soldier. And having thus lived, it is not surprising that he died the glorious death which has been described. Nay, it was not death; the weary, worn, battle-scarred veteran only received an ‘honorable discharge.’ He had won the victory, he only went to wear the ‘crown of rejoicing;’‘That crown with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.’
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