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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 1. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 2.12 (search)
Tavern, fought six miles from here, where his mortal wound was received, given when he was so close to the line of the enemy that he was firing his pistol at them? His voice — I can even now hear — after the fatal shot was fired, as he called out to me as I rode up to him, Go ahead, Fitz, old fellow, I know you will do what is right, and constitutes my most precious legacy. Shall I tell you when he was on the Rappahannock, and they telegraphed him his child was dying — his darling little Flora — that he replied that I shall have to leave my child in the hands of God; my duty to my country requires me here. Comrades, here in the city of Richmond, and for whose defence he fell, his pure spirit winged its way to heaven. Faith, which overcomes all things, was in his heart. Right here he, who on the battle-field was more fiery than even Rupert of the bloody sword, quietly lay awaiting the summons of the angel of death. The bright blue eye, that always beamed with laughter, now l
Eliza Frances Andrews, The war-time journal of a Georgia girl, 1864-1865, chapter 3 (search)
ora Maxwell and Capt. Rust, from Gopher Hill. Flora has a great reputation for beauty, but I thinkse fox hunts at Chunnenuggee Ridge last fall. Flora is a famous horsewoman, and I know she must bee her greatest charm. Feb. 26, Sunday Flora and the captain have returned to Gopher Hill, ten's Station, only twelve miles from Albany. Flora and Capt. Rust were there to meet us with convcetious remarks about the ladies, that I asked Flora if he was a widower-he seemed too silly to be arlor. The general is consumedly in love with Flora, and Mr. Baldwin equally so with his bottle, bback to the house, and the ride was glorious. Flora and I amused ourselves by going through the woesday I went up to Americus yesterday, with Flora and Capt. Rust, to see Cousin Boiling about myn time to see the train moving off without us. Flora had another engagement, that caused her to decwas first expected in Americus with his bride, Flora went to town to put the house in order for the[4 more...]
perfume that dwelt along the cool densely-wooded morass, as, in our rides about the camp, we frequently crossed the small tributary rivulets, and let our horses drink of the dark, clear water flowing over the pebbly bottom. My relations with General Stuart had now become of a most friendly and intimate character. The greater part of my time was spent in his company. In this manner I became acquainted with his amiable and accomplished young wife, and his two bright-eyed little children, Flora and Jemmy, five and three years of age respectively, whose tender affections I was not long in securing. Mrs Stuart, during a considerable period of the war, lived from time to time at her husband's headquarters, as they might be established at a point more or less safe and accessible; and I do not remember that I have ever seen a more interesting family circle than they presented, when, after a long ride or hazardous reconnaissance, General Stuart would seem to forget, for a brief interva
Heros von Borcke, Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, Chapter 12: (search)
instructions, habitually observed by me, I opened with his other despatches, and found to contain the most painful intelligence. It announced the death of little Flora, our chief's lovely and dearly-loved daughter, five years of age, the favourite of her father and of his military family. This sweet child had been dangerously ill for some time, and more than once had Mrs Stuart summoned her husband to Flora's bedside; but she received only the response of the true soldier, My duty to the country must be performed before I can give way to the feelings of the father. I went at once to acquaint my General with the terrible tidings, and when I had awakened huld not help tenderly embracing it. He thought of her even on his deathbed, when, drawing me towards him, he whispered, My dear friend, I shall soon be with little Flora again. 6th and 7th November. The morning of the following day, to our great surprise, passed quietly, and we were enabled to take up our old line of defenc
Heros von Borcke, Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, Chapter 24: (search)
fallen her and her children. I myself mourned my chief as deeply as if I had lost a beloved brother; and so many of my friends being soon after called away, I really felt possessed with a longing that I might die myself. On the evening of the 3th, in the midst of the roaring of the enemy's cannon, which reached us from Drewry's Bluff, we carried Stuart's remains to the beautiful cemetery at Hollywood, near Richmond, where he lies in a simple grave by the side of his beloved little daughter Flora. Of a calm summer evening I frequently rode out to this quiet spot, sitting for hours on my leader's grave, recalling his excellent qualities, and musing over the many glorious battles through which we had fought side by side. General Lee announced the death of General Stuart in the following order:-- Headquarters of the Army of Northern Virginia, May 20, 1864. The Commanding General announces to the army with heartfelt sorrow the death of Major-General J. E. B. Stuart, late Comman
e who knew him best; and it may here be recorded that his devotion towards his young wife and children attracted the attention of every one. His happiest hours were spent in their society, and he never seemed so well satisfied as when they were in his tent. To lie upon his camp-couch and play with one of his children, appeared to be the summit of felicity with him; and when, during the hard falling back near Upperville, in the fall of 1862, the news came of the death of his little daughter Flora, he seemed almost overcome. Many months afterwards, when speaking of her, the tears gushed to his eyes, and he murmured in a broken voice: I will never get over itnever! He seemed rough and hard to those who only saw him now and then; but the persons who lived with him knew his great kindness of heart. Under that careless, jesting, and often curt demeanour, was a good, true heart. The fibre of the man was tough under all strain, and his whole organization was masculine; but he exhibited
The Annals of the Civil War Written by Leading Participants North and South (ed. Alexander Kelly McClure), General Stuart in camp and field. (search)
gh his utter carelessness as to the impression he produced subjected him to many calumnies, it is here placed on record, by one who knew his private life thoroughly, and was with him day and night for years, that he was, in morals, among the purest of men — a faithful husband, absolutely without vices of any description, and, if not demonstrative — in his religious views, an earnest and exemplary Christian. His love for his wife was deep and devoted; and on the death of his little daughter, Flora, he said to me, with tears in his eyes: I shall never get over it. When one day some person in my presence indulged in sneers at the expense of preachers, supposing that the roystering young commander would echo them, Stuart said, coldly: I regard the Christian ministry as the noblest work in which any human being can engage. He never touched spirits in any form during his whole life, having promised his mother, he told me, that he would not; did not use tobacco even; never uttered anyt
the spot now occupied by the house of Misses Elizabeth and Lucy Ann Brooks,--the spot on which this history has been written. In imitation of Horace, she recounts the reasons for his coming. The poem is too long to be extracted here; so we give only a part:-- From the soft shades and from the balmy sweets Of Medford's flowery vales and green retreats, Your absent Delia to her father sends, And prays to see him ere the summer ends. Now, while the earth's with beauteous verdure dyed, And Flora paints the meads in all her pride; While laden trees Pomonia's bounty own, And Ceres' treasures do the fields adorn; From the thick smokes and noisy town, oh, come, And in these plains a while forget your home. But though rich dainties never spread my board, Nor my cool vaults Calabrian wines afford; Yet what is neat and wholesome I can spread,-- My good, fat bacon, and our homely bread, With which my healthful family is fed; Milk from the cow, and butter newly churned; And new, fresh cheese
d fifteen free blacks; total, forty-nine. In 1764, there were forty-nine free blacks. When the law freed all the slaves, many in Medford chose to remain with their masters; and they were faithful unto death. List of slaves, and their owners' names. Worcester,owned byRev. E. Turell. PompeyDr. Simon Tufts. RoseCaptain Thomas Brooks. PompCaptain Thomas Brooks. PeterCaptain Francis Whitmore. LondonSimon Bradshaw. SelbyDeacon Benjamin Willis. PrinceBenjamin Hall. PunchWidow Brooks. FloraStephen Hall. RichardHugh Floyd. DinahCaptain Kent. CaesarMr. Brown. ScipioMr. Pool. PeterSquire Hall. NiceSquire Hall. CuffeeStephen Greenleaf. IsaacJoseph Tufts. AaronHenry Gardner. Chloe-------- Negro girlMr. Boylston. Negro womanDr. Brooks. Joseph, Plato, PhebeIsaac Royal. Peter, Abraham, CooperIsaac Royal. Stephy, George, HagarIsaac Royal. Mira, Nancy, BetseyIsaac Royal. We are indebted to a friend for the following: It may be interesting here to mention a circumstan
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)
art of the article, in regard to General Stuart's age. He was born in Patrick county, on the 6th of February, 1833; died 12th of May, 1864, being thirty one years, three months and six days old. A third error is in reference to the death of his child. He left two children — a son, who bears his father's name, and a baby daughter, only seven months old, to whom he had given the name Virginia, named for the State in whose defence he yielded up his life. The child he lost was a daughter, Flora. She died November 3, 1862, when the Confederate cavalry were for fourteen consecutive days fighting untiringly, holding in check the whole of Pleasanton's cavalry, supported heavily by infantry, who were covering McClellan s march across to Fauquier, when McClellan was superseded by Burnside, before the army moved to Fredericksburg. The loss of this dearly loved child was a great blow to him, greatly increased by his utter inability to be with her; but in his letters be expressed the mo
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