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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 23. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Historical sketch of the Rockbridge artillery, C. S. Army, by a member of the famous battery. (search)
n M. Brown, John L. Brown, Alexander Conner, William H. Cox, Henry T. Darnall, William H. H. Dixon, William Carson, E. Boyd Faulkner, John Fuller, Alfred Gold, John F. Hall, James Rutherford Houston, John H. Leckey, James P. Lewis, John E. McCauley, William A. McCorkle, John L. Moore, John F. Nicely, Henry R. Paine, George W. Rein, 1863, both being over military age. Kinloch Nelson, transferred to Sixth Virginia cavalry, February 27, 1863. William B. Beard, died March 4, 1863, and John F. Hall on March 12, 1863. Joseph McCalpine died March 1, 1863, of wound received at Fredericksburg December 13, 1862. The next regular time for mustering and preplfred Gold, John M. *Gooch, J. T. Gordon, William C. *Graham, Archibald, Jr. Goul, John M. Gray,—— Gregory, John M., Jr. Grosch, Charles Hall, John F. Harris, Alexander Harris, Bolin *Heiskell, J. Campbell Heiskell, J. P. *Henry, Norborne S. Herndon, Francis T. Hetterick, Ferdinand
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 23. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.29 (search)
ssed those meetings and managed to make his shrill shouts of Union, Union, heard above the cackling of the obstreperous students of the various institutions of learning in town. I remember young Harmer Gilmer, of Richmond, one of our law class, disconcerting one of the Union speakers very much by suddenly crying out, as the man reached one of his best periods, Come to my arms, you greasy fritter. I suppose Harmer caught the expression in some of the meetings of the sovereigns in Old Market Hall. The war cloud was now gathering thick and fast in the far South, and its distant mutterings grew ominous as the Virginia Convention assembled. We law students went to our homes, and, as the Court of Appeals was then in session in Richmond, I went there to get my license, appearing for examination before Judges Moncure, Robertson, and Daniel. I went first to Judge Moncure, and found him at Ford's Hotel. Truly in him I beheld a man without guile. One so simple and unpretending, so gentl