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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 14. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Memoranda of Thirty-Eighth Virginia infantry. (search)
hot by the enemy. No other service except as picket duty was required of the regiment, and 3d May fell back with division, halting on 4th at 12 o'clock near Franklin depot, having marched about twenty-seven miles over a very swampy road. The march was continued until the 9th, went into camp on Falling Creek seven miles below Richmond. On 15th marched through the city, and continued the march until 17th; went into camp near Hanover Junction and remained until 2d June. The enemy reported in King & Queen, the regiment with brigade proceeded to New Town; finding no enemy, marched on 5th to Reedy Mills, on 6th to Aylett's and returned to Hanover on 8th; marched to New Market 10th, crossed the Rapidan at Summerville ford, and rested on 11th near Culpeper Courthouse. Left on 15th with three days cooked rations and ten days on wagons. On 17th the sun was so excessively hot that many of the men who had never failed to keep up fell on the road exhausted. Passed Ashby's Gap on 18th, and o
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 14. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), General George Burgwyn Anderson—The memorial address of Hon. A. M. Waddell, May 11, 1885. (search)
General George Burgwyn Anderson—The memorial address of Hon. A. M. Waddell, May 11, 1885. Ladies and Gentlemen: Twelve centuries and a half ago, when the Kentish Queen, accompanied by Paulinus, went into Northumbria to convert King Eadwine to Christianity, and when the wise men of that kingdom were assembled to consider the new faith thus offered to them, an aged Ealdorman, rising and addressing his sovereign, in a burst of poetic inspiration, exclaimed: So seems the life of man, O King, as a sparrow's flight through the hall when you are sitting at meat in winter-tide, with the warm fire lighted on the hearth, but the icy rain-storm without. The sparrow flies in at one door, and tarries for a moment in the light and heat of the hearth fire, and then, flying forth from the other, vanishes into the wintry darkness whence it came. So tarries for a moment the life of man in our sight; but what is before it, what after it, we know not. If this new teaching tells us aught certainly