We know that the Southern Confederacy is dead, and all its mourning lovers ask is permission to bury their dead reverently.
“Hushed is the roll of the Rebel drum,
The sabres are sheathed, and the cannon are dumb,
And fate with pitiless hand has furled,
The flag that once challenged the gaze of the world.”
But the fame of its soldiers deserves to live on the pages of history, and, if I have aided in rescuing from oblivion the story of the gallant deeds performed by the men that followed Col. Elijah V. White through the bloody years of that desolating war, I am satisfied.
F. M. MYERS.
Loudoun County. Va., Nov. 27, 1870.