chief sank, day by day, with symptoms of pneumonia and some pains of pleurisy, until, at 3:15 P. M. on the quiet of the Sabbath afternoon, May 10th, 1863, he raised himself from his bed, saying, No, no, let us pass over the river, and rest under the shade of the trees ; and, falling again to his pillow, he passed away, over the river, where, in a land where warfare is not known or feared, he rests forever under the trees.
His shattered arm was buried in the family burying-ground of the Ellwood place--Major J. H. Lacy's — near his last battle-field.
His body rests, as he himself asked, in Lexington, in the Valley of Virginia.
The spot where he was so fatally wounded in the shades of the Wilderness is marked by a large quartz rock, placed there by the care of his chaplain and friend, the Rev. Dr. B. T. Lacy, and the latter's brother, Major Lacy.
Others must tell the story of Confederate victory at Chancellorsville.
It has been mine only, as in the movement of that time, so