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The Daily Dispatch: August 31, 1861., [Electronic resource], County meeting at Savannah — acknowledgment to Virginia. (search)
ople of the Confederate States for their brilliant achievements on the field of battle. Resolved, That we tenderly sympathize with the fathers and mothers, wives and sisters of the noble dead, whose names, though written in blood, illustrate the brightest pages in our country's history. Resolved, That we here record our lasting gratitude to the noble men and women were Virginia for their tender and kind hospitality and care of our sick and wounded soldiers, to those from Georgia especially. Resolved, That our thanks are due, and are hereby tendered, to the ladies of Savannah, for their active energies and noble efforts for supplying the wants and ministering to the comfort of our patriot soldiers, and we bid them God speed in their providence for the soldiers' wants, for which they merit and shall receive our honor and protection. On motion of Hon. Thomas Purse, the meeting adjourned. Wm. Law, Chairman. John L. Villalonga, Secretary. Savannah, Aug. 19, 1861.
The Daily Dispatch: August 31, 1861., [Electronic resource], Mail Agent. (search)
of a Lieut. F. G. West, a young officer lately connected with the U. S. coast survey, who committed suicide in Washington a few nights ago, wrote the following letters just previous to his death: To his wife. Washington, D. C., Aug. 19, 1861. My Beloved Wife: The hour draws near when I must leave you to go to another world. Poor, miserable, broken- hearted being, I am tired and weary, and I must lay me down to die. In leaving you, my darling one, my heart is wrung to the utGod who reigns above have mercy on my soul, may He bless and protect you. Farewell, farewell, my darling beloved wife, with my dying breath I breathe your name. Your broken-hearted husband, Gifford. To his friend. Washington, D. C., Aug. 19, 1861. My Dear Friend Crowley: Go get those pictures at the gallery when my dear wife comes, and write on the one she chooses, "To my beloved wife Josephine as a parting gift — Frederick." Then, dear John, collect together the little effects