Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1865-12-23
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diers who fought IN the Army OF North
ern Virginia, and fallen, are bivouaeked
here. No sentnels march from post 10
post. no watchw ord is given; no pass
word ls necessary 10 enter this grim, ST.
lent encampmenl; no drum beats morn
ing, noon, and night; no reUeiHe SOUNDS
The morning muster; no cries OF "iaIi IN.
Long and well they fought and marched;
they rest now. There they lie in rows
not shoulder 10 shoulder, as they
marched and stood in battle, but head to
feet, and feet 10 head. Away over the
hills stretch the rows, pslpable as fur
rows in field OF graI, until the vista
pains tue eyes even unto tears. The
dull wooden head-boards Of this Dead I'm.
campmenl indicates muster roll OF be-
tween eight and ten thousand. and we
found among them representatives from
every Sla:e which composed the late
Confederacy, and also Maryland. But
sweerv they sleep together here in the
twin brotherhood of death. They have
come TO an eternal halt on the march;
they have stacked arms for the last time;
and each in his little six by-lhree shelter
tent, has lain him down until the marshal
ing al tie last great day for which sill 9th
er days were made. All ! Virginia, Vr-
gina, enriched by their blood and their
bones your Southern sisters bequealh
them unto your precious keeping, as
legacy forever.
SEEKING THE LOST.
Coming down the rows of graves in
last ain effort to discover the name and
grave of young friend of our joyous
boyhood days, we encountered In the
same row decrepid old man, who lean
ed upon a stick, which supported him
when he knell on one knee al every head
board, and scanned it closely in the
growing twilight His eyes were d'm
with age if not with tears. Once he look
ed up, aud observing that we were siml-
Iarly employed, enquired, "young man
have you come across the name Oh,
on any Of these head-boards! That's
nv son. Pm from North Carolina, and
h. belonged to The 26,h Nonh Carolina.
They told me-he was buried out here
somew here, bu, can't find him" The
old man looked hard at a grave in the
next row, as though he detected scme.
hing familiar in the name upon the head
board. ard went over but came back.
mo" shaking his head, "il's not him,
and continued "rom was good boy and
never did worry me much; bat they script
ed him. and now"--and The poor old
father dtew out his handkerchief, turned
his back. and walked away TO continue
his mournful search through the encamp-
menl of The dead. We trust good Provi.
dsnce rewarded him and directed his
weary steps TO the grave Of his lost son.
Blu, who may count the sum of tears
the heart breaks, the aggregate OF woes
and anguish represented here! And all in
vain, for noughl. Alas alas
EVENING AT HOLLYWOOD.
We heard the toll Of the evening bell in
the city, but it was met with no response
from tho marbled and mounded settle.
ment Of the dead. No lights hickered;
no song gushed. The very winds were
still and silence seemed 10 Itself. The
murnur of The falls, and the wrangIing OF
the house James over its rocky bed, were
natures only sounds. Slowly we walk
ed towards abodes Of living men. The
stars came out, and the moon rode up the
eastern sky as the sun sank down The
west,
Tbs dead know not lha, it is night.
Sadly, and with hear. full of new and
tender feelings-tender with tearfulness,
we entered again upon The paved ways OF
Richmond, and ouI ears first caught the
pulses OF lis life features, up and down,
when We turne last look upon Holly
wood. clothed in peace. and bathed in The
bright relulgence of The autumn moon.
yVife,s PRAYER