Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1864-05-19
An Incident Of the lombard
ment-A Bride Killed at the

tFrom the Charleston Mercury. April 2i.l
The Yankees, from time to time,
throw shell into the city, and nobody seems
to mind it. But misfortune wiled that yes
terday shell should throw the entire com
munty into mourning.
Miss Anna Pickens, the daughter of our
former Governor, never consented to leave
the city. Despite the representation Of
General Beluregard, she remained, braving
shells and Greek fire, tending the wounded,
and cheering all with her presence. Among
the wounded officers under her ministering
care was Mr.. Andrew DeRochelie, descen-
dant Of one of the uoblest Huegenot families
of this city. This young man was full of the
liveliest gratitude for his fair nurse; gratitude
gave birth to more tender sentiment; his
suitw listened to; Governor Pickens gave
his consent, and the marriage was fixed for
yesterday, the 23d of April
Lieut.. DeRochelle was on duty at Fort
Sumter in the morning, and it was deter
mined that the ceremony should take place
at the residence OF General Bonham, in the
evening, at seven O'clock At the moment
the Episcopal clergyman was asking the
bride it she was ready, shell fell upon the
roof Of the building, penetrated to the room
where the company assembled, burst and
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Miss Anna Pickens We cannot describe
the scene that followed
Order was at last re. established, and the
wounded were removed, all except the bride,
who lay motionless upon the carpet. Her
betrothed, kneelng and bending over her,
was weeping bitterly and trying to stanch
the blood that weled from terrible wouHd
upon her left breast. A surgeon cana and
declared that Miss Pickens had not longer
than two hourse to live. We will not paint
the'general despair. at orr
When the wounded girl recovered her
consciousness she asked to know her fate,
and when they hesitated to tell her-"An.
drew" she said, "I.beg you to tell me the
truth: Il | must die, | can die worthy of
YOU" The young soldiers tears we're his
answer, and Miss Anna, summoning all her
strength, attempted to smile. Nothing
could be more heart-rending than to see the
agony of this brave girl struggling in the
embrace of death and against terrible
mortal pang. .--...
Gov. Pickens, whose courage is known,
was almost without consciousness, and Mrs.
Piokens locked upon her child with the dry
and haggard eye Of one whose reason totters.
Lieut. DeRochelle was the first to speak.
Anna" he cried,''I will die soon, too but l
would have you die my wife. There is yet
time to unite US" The young girl did not
reply; she was too weak. A slight flush
rose for an instant to hor pale check; it could
be seen that joy and pain were struggling in
herspirit for the mastery Lying upon sofa,
her bridal dress all stained with blood, her
hair dishevelled, she had never been more
beautiful.
Helpless as she was, Lieut.. DeRochelle
took her hand and requested the Rev. Mr..
Dickinson to proceed with the ceremony.
When it was time for the dying girl to say
yes, her lips parted several times, but she
could not articulate. At last the word was
spoken, and a slight form rested upon her
lips. The dying agony was near. The
minister sobbed as he proceeded with the
ceremony. An hour afterward all was over,
and the bridal chamber was the chamber Of
death. Lieut. De Rochelle has sworn to
perish in battle against the Yankee, and we
are sure he will keep his oath. He has now
double motive to hate them and his own
existence.