Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1870-03-29
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stonewall jackson in Rome.
Interesting Meident.

Miss Sallie A. Brock, of Virginia, who b
now on a visit to Rome, is furnishing aseries
of interesting letters from the Eternal City to
the New York Metropolitan Record. From
her last letter, dated February 10Th, NE make
the following interesting extract, which will
be read With pleasure by every admirer OF that
great and good mau, StoneWall Jacksop.--
After describing her visit to the church OF st.
Maria di Ava Coeli, Miss Brock writes as
follows:
From the church continued my walk to-
wards the palace of Caesar, and as l stood
attempting to read an inscription on the arch
of Septimus Seyerus, an incident occurred
which think well worth relating at least
that sent me onward with n feeling of pride,
in my heart, which must have been akin to
that which many Roman woman has ex-
perieneed ut mention of certain names that
gave a brighter glory TO Rome
Wishing some information, ventured
question to friendly priest who passed me.
At that moment French soldier, IN the uni>
form of the Pontifeal Zouases. approached,
and politely lifted his hat. When the priest
had given me answer, he said; -, =
'Are you not an American lady q
81 am replied.
care YOU not from the States of the South"
: 1 proadlycoufesSed,m my nativityin Virginia,
aiiti'a gratihed' smile lighted up his sunburnt
visage.
II thought so thought so" he cx-
claimed. Il cannot mistake the accent
was soldier in the Confederate army
fought for the South under Stonewall Jack
,sop'' ..,-....
You mag rest assured was not slow in e1.
.teudfhs to him my hand, and expressing graft
tude in all the language could at the moniept
lcdmmand. ,'t
/ 3 sTlIe priest stood by in .astqnishmcnt, not
Understanding the remarkable demonstration.
VA great man Ia gteat man Stohewall
+ k3ackson was y cddtinded the soldier yhileA q
Shade Of tho deepest sadness settled sverhis
counfenance, and he touched hisIhat aud
passed on.
AS 1 Looked forward to the Arch of Sep
rimius Sevcrus, md i5tt6sr.on to that of Titus.
,aud still further on ssthat'Of Cops,antine, I
could not elp,thinkiSE that IN generations
yet to come some one might stand, as did
then, and ponder oveTan inscription cpgrayen
upon some monument somewhere on the soil
( of my own dear Mother STATE, recordi0g the
name and deeds of Stoncwall jackson Anot
less great. and far more good, than those which
won for Rome's mighty men crowns and
arches, and iH@9rtality,iOr all future ages.
This episdfG Of the morning almost untitled
me for sesedrc6 y 1-foThd myself, rs walked
on, seeing, aud yet scarcely seeing. In imagt-
nation was back again in the capital of the
Southern Coutcderacy, and from every lip 1
listened to the praises of him whose praises
so gladly leapcd from the heart Of the French
soldier. and anon bebeld long military and
civic procession, noble hearse with noddiPg
plumcs; l heard the dull, dead notes of tho
mulfled drum, and the low wall of martial
music as it pierced the Ogonized air, and saw
the star, which had given us promise of .
nation, begin to fade, and darker and darker
grew, until it went out, and twas night with
us.-midnight to every hope that had en-
k;nded sbe Games on the crimson, dripping
altar of Patriotism.