“My spurs—those always worn in battle—I promised to give to Mrs. Lily Lee, at Shepherdstown. My sabre I leave to my son.”
His horses and equipments were then given to his staff—his papers directed to be sent to his wife.
A prayer was then offered by the minister at his bedside: his lips moved as he repeated the words. As the prayer ended he murmured:—
“I am going fast now—I am resigned. God’s will be done!”{1}
{Footnote 1: His words.}
As the words escaped from his lips, he expired.