d. In this
he was placed and hurried toward the field hospital, near Wilderness
Run. From there he was taken to a farmhouse, his left arm amputated, and
a few days afterward he died. His wife and little child were with him.
Thus ended the life of one of the world's greatest warriors and one of
Christ's greatest soldiers.

The following ode to Stonewall Jackson was written by a Union officer
(Miles O'Reiley), and is inserted here in preference to others that may
have been quite as appropriate, because of the added beauty of sentiment
it conveys from the fact that its author wore the blue:

He sleeps all quietly and cold
Beneath the soil that gave him birth;
Then break his battle brand in twain,
And lay it with him in the earth.

No more at midnight shall he urge
His toilsome march among the pines,
Nor hear upon the morning air
The war shout of his charging lines.

No more for him shall cannon park
Or tents gleam white upon the plain;
And where his camp fires blazed of yore,
Brown reapers laugh amid the grain!

No more above his narrow bed
Shall sound the tread of marching feet,
The rifle volley and the crash
Of sabres when the foeman meet.

Young April o'er his lowly mound
Shall shake the violets from her hair,
And glorious June with fervid kiss
Shall bid the roses blossom there.

And white-winged peace o'er all the land
Broods like a dove upon her nest,
While iron War, with slaughter gorged,
At length hath laid him down to rest.

And where we won our onward way,
With fire and steel through yonder wood,
The blackbird whistles and the quail
Gives answer to her timid brood.

And oft when white-haired grandsires tell
Of bloody struggles past and gone,
The children at their knees will hear
How Jackson led his columns on!

I have only referred incidentally to Jackson's Valley Campaign. It was
short, but intensely dramatic. For bold maneuvering, rapid marching and
brilliant strategy, I believe it has no parallel in history. As for
results, without it Richmond doubtless would have been in the hands of
McClellan in the spring of 1862.

Perhaps it is not extravagant to say that as the tidings reached the
people all over the South that their idol was dead, more sorrow was
expressed in tears than was ever known in the history of the world at
the loss of any one man.

As the Israelites saw Elijah