How can I record the sorrow which has befallen our country!
General T. J. Jackson is no more. The good, the great, the glorious Stonewall
Jackson is numbered with the dead! Humanly speaking, we cannot do without him;
but the same God who raised him up, took him from us, and He who has so
miraculously prospered our cause, can lead us on without him. Perhaps we have
trusted too much to an arm of flesh; for he was the nation's idol. His soldiers
almost worshipped him, and it may be that God has therefore removed him. We bow
in meek submission to the great Ruler of events. May his blessed example be
followed by officers and men, even to the gates of heaven! He died on Sunday
the 10th, at a quarter past three, P. M. His body was carried by yesterday, in
a car, to Richmond. Almost every lady in Ashland visited the car, with a wreath
or a cross of the most beautiful flowers, as a tribute to the illustrious dead.
An immense concourse had assembled in Richmond, as the solitary car containing
the body of the great soldier, accompanied by a suitable escort, slowly and
solemnly approached the depot. The body lies in state to-day at the Capitol,
wrapped in the Confederate flag, and literally covered with lilies of the
valley and other beautiful Spring flowers. Tomorrow the sad cortege will
wend its way to Lexington, where he will be buried, according to his dying
request, in the “Valley of Virginia.” As a warrior, we may appropriately quote
from Byron:
“His spirit wraps the dusky
mountain,
His memory sparkles o'er the
fountain,
The meanest rill, the mightiest
river,
Rolls mingling with his fame
forever.”
As a Christian, in the words of St. Paul, I thank God to be
able to say, “He has fought the good fight, he has finished his course, he has
kept the faith. Henceforth there s laid up for him a crown of righteousness,
which the Lord, the righteous Judge, shall give him at the last day.”
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 211-3
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