From our exchanges we make some extracts relative to the death of
Gen. Jackson:
[from the Charleston Courier]
The feelings the country cherishes for the
Christian soldier found expression in the anxiety that disturbed the minds of the people in learning that he had been severely wounded.
These feelings of reverence and admiration and love now find expression in the tears that agency forces from the heart, as the country looks down with troubled brow upon the face of the here, pale and cold in death.--Every one feels as though he had sustained a personal bereavement.
The shadow of this terrible grief rests upon every heart.
Every home and every heart is clothed in mourning.
The country weeps.
When Absalom fell his father poured out deep lamentations over his untimely end, and regretted he had not died in the stead of his son, but there was no one beside the royal mourner who would have been willing to sacrifice his life to raise the unnatural culprit from the doom stern justice inflicted upon him. There is not a man worthy to take part in this terrific contest who would not have cheerfully poured out his life blood if his death could have been accepted in the stead of that glorious chieftain.
In the agency of this overwhelming sorrow we exclaim, "Would God I had died for thee!"
But it is our duty to buy with submissive spirits to this severe chastisement.
The country has been bereaved of one of her most eminent sons, the army has been deprived of one of its must able and successful leaders, the church has lost one of her must brave and true and duty champions, the world has began bereaved of one of the most pure and noble men that ever graced the annals of history, but He who gave him has taken him away, and it becomes us to be resigned under the heavy affliction, and to make his life the more useful by imitating the bright example he set.
[from the Knoxville Register.]
For the first time since the war began this whole nation weeps as one man. This is no fitting occasion to pronounce an eulogism upon this peerless leader of our armies.
The exciting events of the hour, the rapid transitions of fortune to which our arms are subjected, the culmination of events which decide the destinies of myriads of our race, engross the thoughts of the great mass of our countrymen.
But the day shall dawn when the children of those now living shall everywhere do reverence to the memory, virtues, and deeds of the incomparable
Stonewall Jackson.
Virginia shall not weep alone over the grave of her fallen son. A nation has appropriated him, and a nation shall build a memorial over his last resting place which shall be a worthy and ever enduing monument to this illustrious Christian here.
What sacrifices shall we yet be called upon to make on the altar of independence?
Who shall be the next victim of insatiate revolution?
There lives not a leader whose memory shall be cherished more sacredly than that of
Stonewall Jackson, and not one whose loss we could have barque with less fortitude.
Such is the price of liberty, and thus priceless does it become when achieved, despite such calamities.
We can look forward to the future with confident assurance that, if the army and people can endure the loss we have now sustained we can despise all efforts of our enemies, and emulating the deeds and virtues of
Stonewall Jackson, not only achieve, but deserve emancipation from the thraldom of Abolitionism.
[from the Raleigh (N. O.) State Journal.]
He was the
Confederate Havelock — the great executer of great designs — the inspirer of energy and courage in his followers — the man who saw no obstacles in his path, and therefore rarely found them.
His loss, though not irreparable, is very severe.
But his spirit survives in his subordinate officers and men. He was followed by division and brigade commanders worthy of his greatest efforts, and may find a successor worthy of his place and may find a successor worthy of his place and name.
He fell in the height of his glorious career, though he wished to live to see his cause crowned with victory.
He bequeath has to his widow and child a great name, and entails upon them the heritage of a nation's gratitude.
Peace to his manes.
We ours the melancholy duty of paying the last sad tribute to the gallant dead.
The name of "
Stone wall"
Jackson is not the sole property of his native State,
Virginia.
He occupied a place in the heart of every friend of his country, and every such heart will cherish his memory.
[from the Raleigh (N C) Standard]
The death of no other citizen of the
Confederate States would have caused as deep grief.
The loss which the cause has suffered by his removal from the world cannot be overstated.
From the beginning of the war he has been a light, always thinking onward to victory.
Indomitable, indefatigable, patient, prompt to strike, full of resources, never at fault, be was absolutely invaluable to the cause.
He was the foremost
fighting man of the continent.--In the last great conflict it was
his movement, breaking through and assailing the enemy in rear, which led to victory.
No man possessed in fuller mansurs, or more deservedly, the confidence of the
Government, the army, and the people.
He was a Christian soldier and patriot.--Whatever may be the result of the contest in which he lost his life,
his fame will endure.
Foreign nations, and even the generous among his enemies in the
United States, will accord to him sincerity and singleness of purpose, unsullied personal integrity, and very high qualities as a General.
"Tis not in the power of the present generation to do aught more his memory for time to come when cycles have mellowed passion and prejudices, and he will stand on the pages of history as simply a hero, whose example will inspire the yet unborn to perhaps seek a place in their country's history akin to his. "
Jackson is dead," will be glad tidings to the vandal foe; they will breathe easier.
They feared
Jackson, and his name was a terror to their
Generals.
But woe to the enemy when next they meet our arms.--Swords then will instinctively be drawn and guns pointed when the hour arrives to avenge his death, and his name will be a battle cry that will carry devastation and horror to the homes of the
Yankee foe. A good man has fallen, and nerved be every arm to punish the enemy when next they are met in battle army.
The history of his deeds and his services are not now called for; they live in the breast of every man, woman, and child in our country; for
Stonewall Jackson is a household word with all. When the last trump shall sound, the
Christian warrior shall rise clad in the panoply of the blest, to take his place among those of whom it will be said, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant, enter thou into the joys of the
Lord."
