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Rape, arson, and theft seem to be the constant attendants of an army professing to fight for the Union.
A recital of the horrible murders that mark its bloody attack, one might suppose, would appall the doomed of Hades.
Mrs. Fitzhugh, of Ravensworth — mother of the late Andrew Fitzhugh, of the Navy-a lady of distinguished position, and one singularly embodying the graces and virtues of her sex, was brutally murdered in front of her house.
Ravensworth, the family-seat of , who was over eighty years of age, infirm and blind, leaning on the arm of her maid, was taking a little exercise in front of her mansion, when the girl suddenly cried out, 0 mistress there come the Yankees!
and in terror ran to the house.
Mrs. Fitzhugh called out to her, Don't leave me alone with these vile Yankees!
when one of them approached, and, with the butt of his gun, killed her!
Shortly after, two of her daughters, who had been visiting a neighbor, returned.
One of them was seiz