The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1870-02-24
VOLUME 5.---N0.. ST. E.
II Am Alone in the World"

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of<.....:1 am Alone In the World"
The following touching appeal is ex.
tracted from the eloquent appeal for the
Richmond Male Orphan Asylum, deliver
ed on the 22nd anniversary, by Major
Styles: ,iqz5d, .ss ....,,,,..s sfifz.., ,4~ ~.
! One Of the batteries t Of our old battalion
was composed chiefly OF ,Irislhmen from 8
Southern city@gallhant fellows, but reek. .;A :
less and wild. The captaincy becoming
vacant,aa sbaekwoods a1eorg!a, preacher sI,e
named Z. was sent TO ;l com p naand TO en-. Ihe
men la at first half amused ~ halt lnsulted,.
soon learned to dolize as s well q. fear their
preacher captain, whoproved to beallinalf
such q man as one seldom sees, q eomhi-
nation Of Praise God ,Barebones and Sir Sir
Philip Sydney, and.gitlhl q dash Of Head
ley Wears about him. He bad .9I!!5 all the
stern grit OF the Puritan, With With llI much Is OF
the chlvalry Gf the ,e Cavalier and the zeal
OF the Apostle:asIhere7W@ was vas at tnat time
but one other Christian in his battery,
gunner named Allen Moore, also aaback-
woods Georgian, and noble; enthusiastic
man and soldier. The only other living
nemberspf' Moore's family was with him,
q boy OF not more than twelve or thirteen
years, anastne aeVotlon OF the elder oro'n.
erto tneyoahgeT was as tenderNas tnati
OF aamotners Inc little leitow was, q
strange, SAD, premature ola CHILD, who
seldom talked, and never rsmlled. He used
to wear q ree zolaNeifeT That I'll oehtted
that peculiar, salloW, palhd eolmPaexlon9f
the PlpeMoo9ssi Georgian BUT he he was g.
perfect her hero II N light. It was at; Gold, lS
Haroor IN o.. we had Deen all day.
shelllng working party. OF the enemy,
and about sunset, as Adjqtaant OF the bat bat
TALON, was visiting the batteries to ar, ar
range the guns for night hring. AS IaP-
Eproached C.s position the sharp-shootlng
had almost ceased, and down the line = ,
couia gee Inc 1gares OF tne cannoneers e1,s
stahulng 0ae poiiiy against tne shy.
moore al tue tran, aq|ustlng MS piece ior,
the n ignts "ork 'f1is gunnery naa oeen'
superb during the evening, ana ms spioooa
was up. 1 descendedsinto aEtittie valley
and lost.slght OF the group, butheafa C.'s
stern yolce;,.Sit down; Moore. yonrgun
is we'll enough ;.tee sharp shooting y notT
over Jee's yet gown: lsrose, tne 9llsT; E;
Ione moment, captain, my tra,,is a'nalfs Y q
oreaoth TOO much 70, sne figptsa ana she.
gunner Dents eagerly over. the ;nanospll9e:;
A sharp reeport-that nnrfilstaka6le mis- crash l!b.
OF the bullet against the .s skull and gll was
over. Twas the last rifle shot shot on m the line
that night. The rushing together to3 !e OF the
detachment obstructed my view; but g'as. rs
came up the Sergeant stepped aslde-and
said, "Look there, AdJutant. Moore had
fallen over on the trail the blood gushing
from his, wound all over ms lace. his
little brother was at bis 's!de' instantly,
NO wldness, no tumult OF grief lie kneit
on the earth, and lifting Moore,s head on
his knees, wiped the blood from shis fore.
head with the cuff OF his own tattered'
shirt sleeve, ano[kissed the paie.tace'aga'n
andSagain, but very quietly Moorelwas
lievidently dead, and none of us cared ito
disturb the child. Presently he arose.
quiet stillItearless still -gazedl down on
his sdead. brother, then around ataus, and
breathing:the saddest sigh | ever heard,
said just these words 'asWell; am alone
in the world" The preacher captain in,
stantly sprang forward. and placing his,
hand on the poor boys shoulder, said sol,
emnly but cheerfully: -.ssNo, my child, You
my father and mother forsake me, then,
the Lord will take me up ana Allen was
ooth 1ather ana motner 70 you; oesioes !
am gong TO take you up, 700 you n,. snal1
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