Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1870-03-27
stOneSaII jackson in Rome.


Miss Sallie A. Brock, Of Virginia,
who is now on a visit to Rome, is fur
nishing a series of interesting letters
rom the Eternal City to the New
York metropolitan Record. From
her last letter, dated February 18th,
we make the following. interesting
extract, which will Be read with
pleasure by every admirer of that
great and good man, StOnewaIl Jack
son. After describing her visit to the
church 0fSt. Maria di Ava COeli, Miss
Brock writes as follows:
From the church I continued my
walk toward the palace of Cesar, and
as 1 stood, attempting to read an in
scription on the arch of Septimus
Severus, an incident occurred which
! think well worth relatiDg-at least
that sent me onward with a feeling of
pride in my heart which must have
been akin to that which many a Ro-
man woman has experienced at men,
ton of certain names that gave a
brighter glory to Rome,
Wishing some information, l ven
tured a question to a friendly priest
who passed me. At that moment a
French soldier, in the uniform Of the
Pontifeal ZOuaves, approached, and
politely lifted his hat. When the
priest had given me an answer, he
said:
"Are you not an American lady?"
81 am" 1 replied.
care you not from the States of the
South?"
proudly confessed my nativity in
Virginia, and a gratified smile lighted
up his sunburnt Visage.
81 thought so! / thought sop he
exclaimed. ~ cannot mistake the
accent. l was a soldier in the COnfed-
crate armyI l fought for the South
StOneWal Jackson
You may rest assured / was not
slow in extending to him my hand
and expressing gratitude in all the
language l could at the moment COM
mand.
The priest stood by 10 establishment,
not understanding the remarkable de-
monstratiOn.
ga great mania great man Stone
wall Jackson wasi" continued the
while a shade of the deepest
sadness settled over his e0untenanee.
and he touched his hat and passed on.
As l looked toward the Arch of
Septimus Severus, and further on to
of Titus, and still further on to
hat Of Constantine, l could not help
thinking that in generations vet to
'Ome n might stand, as l did then,
md wonder over an inscription en-
upon some monument some
where on the soil of my Own dear
mother State recording the name and
leeds of StOnewall JacksOn-nOt less
sreat, and far more good, than those
which wOn for ROme's mighty men
rOwns and arches, and immortality
or all future ages.
This episode of the morning almost
Untitled me for research. found my !
elf, as l walked on, seeing and yet
carcely seeing. In Imagination 1 was I
'ack again in the capital of the South 2
IN C0nfederaey, and from every lip l l
lstened to the praises Of him whose I
so gladly leaped from the hear q
f the French soldier, and anon | b.
ED a long military and civic prOees-
a noble hearse with nOdd1ng :
lumes; / heard the dull, deadnOtes o
t the muffled drum, and the lOE wall a
f martial music as it piered the b
gOniZing air, and / saw thestr which g
ad given us promise of a TatlOn be u
in to fade, and darker grey, until it II
'ent out, and it was nighfWlth us d
lidnight to every hope tat had en- W
indled the flames on tie crimson, te
altar Of patriotisD' hi