ying to the artist, who had approached him: "Please forward
them - you will do this?"

Mr. Fennemore responded affirmatively.

Lee then seemed to pose himself involuntarily, and the picture
was taken. He then arose from his coffin, where he had been
seated, and, looking calmly at the soldiers and spectators, said
in an even tone of voice:

"I am on the brink of eternity; the solemnities of eternity rest
upon my mind. I have made out - or have endeavored to do so - a
manuscript, abridging the history of my life. This is to be
published. In it I have given my views and feelings with regard
to these things. I feel resigned to my fate. I feel as a summer
morn. I have done nothing wrong; my conscience is clear before
God and man. I am ready to meet my Redeemer and those that have
gone before me, behind the veil. I am not an infidel. I have not
denied God and His mercies. I am a believer in these things. Most
I regret is parting with my family; many of them are unprotected
and will be left fatherless." Here he hesitated. "When I speak of
these things they touch a chord within me. I declare my innocence
of anything wrong. I am only a victim - a victim must be had. I
do not fear to die; I trust in God; Death has no terror. No mercy
have I asked. I do not fear eternity. I am a believer in the
gospel of Jesus Christ. It is my last word - it is so. I believe
in the gospel that was taught in its purity in former days. I
regret leaving my family; they are near and dear to me. These are
things which touch me - those poor orphaned children! I ask the
Lord, my God, if my labors be done, to receive my spirit."

Lee was informed that his hour had come. He looked at the small
group of spectators, exchanged a few words with Marshal Nelson,
saying:

"I ask one favor of the guards - center my heart."

The Marshal then bound a handkerchief over Lee's eyes, but his
hands were allowed to remain free. Lee straightened himself up,
faced the firing party as he sat on his coffin, clasped his hands
over his head, and exclaimed:

"Remember! The balls through my heart!"

The Marshal gave the order to the guards, Fire! As the word
"fire!" rang out on the morning air a report was heard and Lee
fell back, dead. There was not a cry, not a moan.

THE END.

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