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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), General Beauregard 's report of the battle of Drury's Bluff . (search)
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Recollections of Libby prison . (search)
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Sketches of the history of the Washington Artillery . (search)
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The Washington Artillery . (search)
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), A reminiscence of the Christmas of 1861 . (search)
A reminiscence of the Christmas of 1861. By W. F. Shippey.
It was Christmas day in the year 1861.
A party of officers and soldiers of the old First Virginia Cavalry, then encamped near Bull Run, had assembled to celebrate the day at Stuart's Tavern, on the Little River Turnpike.
The party was composed of Captain Jas. H. Drake, Captain Irving, Lieutenant Larrick, Dave and Gash Drake, Wm. Guy, Wm. Meade, and the writer of this; if there were others I cannot, at this distant day, recall there boys then, fired with enthusiasm and ardor in the cause we loved so much.
The dark side of war had not dimmed the halo that invested all things with a beautiful romance.
Up to that time we had known no such word as defeat.
The victories of Bull Run and Manassas, and several small cavalry fights, had given us a prestige, and we gloried in our colors and our chief.
The cypress had not become so entwined with the laurel as to dim the lustre of our chaplets, and cause us to mingle tears with