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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 7. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The death of Major-General J. E. B. Stuart. (search)
l his remarkable faculties of mind and body, at twenty-two minutes to eight o'clock Thursday night, at the residence of Dr. Brewer, a relative, on Grace street, in the presence of Drs. Brewer, Garnett, Gibson, and Fontaine, of the General's staff, ReBrewer, Garnett, Gibson, and Fontaine, of the General's staff, Rev. Messrs. Peterkin and Kepler, and a circle of sorrow-stricken comrades and friends. We learn from the physicians in attendance upon the General, that his condition during the day was very changeable, with occasional delirium and other unmistakabwas calm, and applied to the wound with his own hand the ice intended to relieve the pain. During the evening he asked Dr. Brewer how long he thought he could live, and whether it was possible for him to survive through the night. The Doctor, knowi. Minnigerode, of Saint Paul's Church, and all that was mortal of the dead hero was shut in from the gaze of men. Doctor Brewer, the brother-in-law of General Stuart, has furnished us with some particulars obtained from the General's own lips of
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 7. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The wounding and death of General J. E. B. Stuart-several errors corrected. (search)
he roadside; but suddenly they became aware of a horseman being directly in front of their horses' heads. When the noise of the moving vehicle ceased, he was heard to say, Who's there?--stand Dr. Woodbridge discovered he was a sentinel on duty, and at once told him his errand and who were in the ambulance, when he exclaimed: Thank God! my cap snapped twice when you did not answer my repeated challenge, --and then added, We are Lomax's men. Not until half-past 11 o'clock did they reach Dr. Brewer's residence, on Grace street, and then a certain quiet resting on all about the house instantly impressed them, and words were not necessary to convey to the quick perceptions of an anxious and devoted wife the sad intelligence awaiting her. During that day, in his longing desire to once more see his dear ones, this noble man had done what he had never before consented to do — use spirits as a stimulant, hoping thus to delay, for a few hours, what he well knew to be inevitable. But God