"The sentiment and the name subscribed are sufficient of themselves. We give it as follows:
"'The Private Soldier Of The Confederate States Army.
"'He bore in his bosom a heart of oak; he withstood the brunt of battle and sustained the heat and burthen of the day. His blood nourished the laurels which otherwise had never bloomed to grace the brow of Lee and Jackson. For myself, no blessing has ever crowned my life more highly prized than the God-given privilege I enjoyed during four years of the war, of ministering to the boys who wore the ragged, unornamented gray.
"'Your devoted friend and comrade,
"'Mrs. Fanny A. Beers,
"'Late of the Confederate Army.'
"To this sentiment came the response of three cheers and a regular rebel yell, repeated and repeated for the space of twenty minutes.
"But the most touching feature followed. A number of old Confederate soldiers, who had in wounds and sickness received gentle and healing ministrations from the hands of Mrs. Beers, and learned just then that she was present, in defiance of all order, rushed to the stand and gathered about her. Each and every one bore the mark of some wound received in the war, and wore about their person some fragment of Confederate uniform—a hat, a coat, or other article—as souvenirs of the days of trials and glory.
"Like old children they gathered around her, grasping her hand and blessing her and testifying to all the world what a blessing she had been to them.
"It was, indeed and truly, the most touching and striking incident of the late reunion of Confederate veterans at Dallas."