General Stuart died of his wounds last night, twenty-four
hours after he was shot. He was a member of the Episcopal Church, and expressed
to the Rev. Dr. Peterkin his resignation to the will of God. After much
conversation with his friends and Dr. P., and joining them in a hymn which he
requested should be sung, he calmly resigned his redeemed spirit to the God who
gave it. Thus passed away our great cavalry general, just one year after the
immortal Jackson. This seems darkly mysterious to us, but God's will be done.
The funeral took place this evening, from St. James's Church. My duty to the
living prevented my attending it, for which I am very sorry; but I was in the
hospital from three o'clock until eight, soothing the sufferers in the only way
I could, by fanning them, bathing their wounds, and giving them a word of
comfort. Mr. –––– and others of our household were at the funeral. They
represent the scene as being very imposing.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 267
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