A deep gloom has just been thrown over the city by the
untimely death of one of its own heroic sons. General John Pegram fell while
nobly leading his brigade against the enemy in the neighbourhood of Petersburg.
But two weeks before he had been married in St. Paul's Church, in the presence
of a crowd of relatives and friends, to the celebrated Miss H. C., of
Baltimore. All was bright and beautiful. Happiness beamed from every eye. Again
has St. Paul's, his own beloved church, been opened to receive the soldier and
his bride — the one coffined for a hero's grave, the other, pale and trembling,
though still by his side, in widow's garb.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 341
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