had proposed to go North for the purpose of fighting against his people and his State. It gives me pleasure to say that, so far as I know, the family of Mr. Beers did their duty by his wife and children. Mrs. Beers was a delicate little woman, with a pale, suffering, resolved face, and my recollection is that she did not long survive her husband. I tried hard to have the little girls adopted in the South, and came very near succeeding; yet perhaps it was, after all, well that their friends sent for them, and that they finally returned to the North. It is well, too, that there are not more men like Beers in the world. The bands of organized society are not strong enough to endure many such. They are too trenchant, too independent, too exceptional, to be normal. It is well that most of us believe and think and feel and act, with the mass of our fellow-beings about us. If it were not so, quiet and harmonious society would be impossible; it would dissolve and perish in fierce internecine strife. And yet, when every now and then, God turns out a man of different mould, a man strong enough and independent enough not to be dominated in opinion, or in conscience, or in action, by his associates; and, most of all, when such a man breasts and breaks away from such a current, and, in spite of it, comes out on our side, giving up everything, even life itself, for us—surely, we should be glad to know his story, and to do what honor we may to his memory. The mound that covers James H. Beers is indeed low and humble, yet, where will you dig in earth's surface to find a handful of richer dust? I rejoice that he lies where he does, hard by my dear ones, and where my own body will soon rest; so that, when the resurrection trump shall call us all forth, after running over the roll of my beloved and finding them all present and accounted for, I can turn my eyes to the right and greet the hero whose sacred dust I have guarded all these years.
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Diary of Captain James M. Garnett , ordnance officer Rodes 's division , 2d corps , army of Northern Virginia .
How General A. P. Hill met his fate.
Comprehending the statements of sergeants George W. Tucker , C. S. Army , and John H. Mauk , U. S. Army , with some notice of their lives.
Mr. James P. Matthew 's Historical narrative.
Hanover county heroes. [from the Richmond, Va. , Dispatch, October 15 , 1899 .]
The Purcell battery from Richmond, Va. [from the Galveston , Texas, news , November , 1899 .]
Confederate dead of Florida .
Oration and tender of the monument.
An effort to rescue Jefferson Davis .
Address of Hon. T. S. Garnett
Address of Hon. T. S. Garnett
Tarheels' thin Gray line .
Ordnance report of Grimes 's division .
The Courageous part taken in the desperate conflict June 2 - 3 , 1863 ,
Colonel John Bowie Magruder .
Sick and wounded Confederate soldiers at Hagerstown and Williamsport .
The monument to Mosby 's men.
Who whilst prisoners of war were executed September 23 , 1864 , at Front Royal, Va. Ceremonies of the unveiling of, September 23 , 1899 ,
Communication from Colonel John S. Mosby .
The real Barbara Frietchie .
William Preston Johnston .
Raid on Catlett 's. [from the Richmond, Va. , Dispatch, April 16 , 1899 .]
In the Confederate service.
A noble life.
Address delivered at Tappahannock, Essex county, Va. , July 17 , 1899 , presenting to Essex Court a portrait of Judge William Brockenbrough .
The Peace conference [from the Richmond, Va. , Dispatch, February 25 , 1900 .]
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