The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1867-06-01
4 Day With orr Dedd!
TWENTY THOUSAND PEOPLE At
HOLLYWOOD.
THE LADIES TRIBUTE TO THE BRAVE.
THE UNKNOWN DEAD.
INCID ENTS, sc.


| to the patriot dead. We could not have
wished for brighter sky or for balmier
atmosphere. The air of the dying Spring
bore upon its wings the perfume of mil.
! lion fragrant flowers, and all nature seem.
ed to have kept silence In respect to the
memoty Of the-fallen brave. 1t might
have been taken for gala day but that
the subdued and saddened expression on
many fair face, and the tear which
coursed its silent way down many bloom.
ing check, declared that the task of the
day was any other than one of mirth and
gay festivity. True, it was holiday
| but t!tting not to be observed by booming
cannon, gay feasts, or joyous gatherings
| Far different from the longed. for day,
| When back would come the dear old gray,
| With glory crowned, with victory gay,
| As Hope had painted them
1t was day of sadness-a day Of mourn
ing for the dead and even while the can
| mons of the Federal troops at Camp Grant
burst forth in salute at the grand review,
thousands were dropping flowers with
their tears upon the graves of departed
loved ones whose bones repOsed beneath
the shades of Hollywood.
In the city.
The streets of Richmond, although they
did not wear a Sabbath stiffness, did not
present the usual busy appearance. Busi-
| ness was not entirely suspended, but many
mercantile houses were closed; and seve-
raj doors bore the inscription: " Closed in
honor Of or dedd."
Few ladies were seen upon the prone
nades at any time during the day unless
they were vending their way to Holly
wood with their loads of flowers, or return
ing with slow step from their noble work.
The Road 10 Hollywood.
After 10 O'Clock in the morning the la
dies apd children began to fill the streets,
and proceeded toward the cemetery. As
we neared the sacred precincts we found
the road lined with persons walking, not
in procession, but in groups and singly,
bearing in their arms the rich floral bur
dens which were to deck the heroes graves
The dusty road was crowded with vehicles
of every description - carriages, Omni-
busses, ambulances, and cabs-all filed
with the young, the fair, and the beauti,
ful. Turning for a moment toward the
city, the sight which met our eyes was in
deed an interesting one, and filled the
mind with deep emotion. HundredS-il
not thousandS-of men, women, and chill
drep, covering the fields and filling every
avenue leading to the ground, each with eye
intent and step directed toward the gate
at Hollywood, while naught was heard eX'
cept the rumbling of wheels; and the
fragrant breath Of thousands of choice
bouquets was waited on the breeze. There
was about the whole scene a solemnity, al
impressivenesS, which our pen is too feeble
| to describe.
The City OF the Dead.
AT length we reach the gate, and enter
ing, stroll along the shady walks. A con
tinuous tide of human beings is SILENT,
passing through the entrance, and climl
the hills, to seek the graves of their tallel
| countrymen;
| "ADd what a wilderness of flowers,
Ii seemed as though from all the bowers
! And farest fields of all the year
| The mingled spoils were gathered here
While so many mounds were decorated
with elegance, profusion, and taste, WI
cannot expect to notice all, but must speal
of some, description of which, from tn
| distinction Of those whose remains the.
cover, will create an interest IN ever.
southern heart.
| Stuart.
The enclosure in which lie inferred th
| remains of the gallant "Jeb Stuart " wa
crowded with ladies during the whole day
| While living, no man was more popula
with the fair daughters Of the South, AM
no one was more devotedly attached +
them than this dashing cavalier. In thou
sands Of hearts is embalmed the preciou
memory of the acknowledged pattern o
southern chivalry and now, when dead
with one voice the noble daughters Of Vir
ginia cry
I. For him who made all hearts his own,
| The sweetest Rose of love shall bloom,
| In buds of blushing beauty strown,
On gallant Stuarts tomb"
| Although the tree above the grave wa
not beautifully festooned with evergreen
as on Memorial Day of 1866, yet the moun(
was covered with bouquets, choice flowers
and crosses of immortelle, while wreath
of evergreen and white blossoms wer
draped over the boards at head and foot
Let us hope that ere many years elapse
monument of enduring marble shall b
erected, and engraved with Stuart's nam'
and story Of his fame.
The Presidents Son.
Almost every little child entering tn
grounds inquired for the grave OF "lltti'
joe" Following the crowd OF little chll
dren and the train OF orphans, VINO wer'
marching in silent procession with bouquet
in hand. we came to corner OF the ceme
terv on a gentle elevation, below which tn
James rippled over the rocks in pictureSqu
beauty.
Here, apart from others, in a small an'
lonely grave, lies the little son OF ID
President of the late Confederate states
Oh, it would cheer the heart OF the strlcKe
father and cause tear OF gratltude Y
spring to the eyes Of the mother OF I'M
| boy to see the grave as it now appears
The children crowded around and silentl
dropped bouquet or single blossom unit
there was perfect mound of flowers
while beautiful cross Of hearts-ease AM
eyergreeps, leaning against the head board
bore the inscription:
"LITTLE JOE DAVIS.
For HIS FATHERS SAKE"
The head and foot stones, " erected b
the little boys and girls Of the souther
csnital.n we're almost entirely hidden be
meath the mass of wreaths and blossoms.
Around this spot, from which fine vie
Il commanded Of the picturesque scener
ON the James and of the neighboripg GU!
a crowd fingered all day, and many wor
IF tender sympathy was dropped, or praye
~,tered for the exiled chief, as they stoo
hove the remains of the Presidents Sol
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