The sun shines kindly down upon them; may its beams brighten and bless every living soul on whom they fall.
When the veil fell upon the drama of the Civil War, it was believed that the throes of battle would never again convulse' our land. Peace was welcomed and hopes were indulged that it would be perpetual. Brothers met brothers again in the walks of social and business life, the scars of discord were healed and the rude sounds of dissension were banished.
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TWO VOICES.
Yes, sir, I fought with Stonewall,