Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1876-07-15
OURLITTLE MORA.
AGED D YEARS.
On the other
BONNIE,
DAUGHTER OF CHARLES AND MARIA
BREWER,
AGED2 YEARS.
AGED2 YEARS.
AGED 3 YEARS.

OF Bonnie's history. or family, or
how or why she was buried there /
know nothing. But Flora was General
Stuart's daughter.
HeTos Won Borcke, a Prussian
officer who served on General Stuart's
staff, thus relates how the gallant cava-
lier was moved by the death of this
little child:
During the night of the 9th of No
vember, 1862, there came a telegram
for General Stuart, which, in accord
ance with his instructions, habitually
observed by me, | open with his other
dispatches and found to contain the
most painful intelligence. ItannOunced
the death of little Flora, our chiefs
lovely and dearly loved daughter, five
years of age, the favorite of her father
and his military family This sweet
child had been dangerously illfor some
time, and more than once had Mrs.
Stuart sOmmoned her husband to
Flora's bedside; but she received only
the response of the true soldier: My
duty to the country must be performed
before | can give way to the feelings
of the Father" | went at once to ac-
quaint my General with the terrible
tidings, and when | had awakened
him, peTeeiving from the grave ex-
preston of my features that something
had gone wrong, he said, What is it
Maior2 Are the Yankees advancing?"
handed him the telegram without a
word. He read it the and tenderness
Ofthe fathers heart overcomingt the firm
ness of the warrior, he threw his arms
around my neck and wept bitter tears
upon my breast. My dear General
never recovered from this cruel blow.
Many time afterwards, during our
rides together. he would speak to me
of his lost child Light blue flowers
recalled her eyes to him; In the glanc-
ing sunbeams he caught the golden
tinge of her hair, and whenever he saw
a child with such eyes and hair he
could not help tenderly embracing it.
He thought of her even on his death
bed, when drawing me towards him he
whispered, My dear friend, L shall
soon soon be with little Flora again.
by the way, [ see that Elder pic
ture of Stuart has arrived at the Uni
versity. 1t may be relied upon as a
good likeness. Elder satisfied Mrs.
Stuart. and the Generals old army
friends as to face and figure. As to
the uniform-the dress-he had Stu
arts plumed hat; his gray cloak lined
with red; his fighting jacket; his pants,
ne, to paint from. And critics say he
did his work we'll.
The vines are slowly ascending the
sides of the Confederate Soldiers
Monument. which is a pyramid of un =
hewn granite rising nearly one hundred
feet high, challenging the admiration
of the beholder, by its massive and en-
during look. Not until an earthquake
opeps its laws to swallow it up, or the
granite crumbles into dust. will it be
overthrow or destroyed. Wind and
snow and rain, heat and cold cannot
effect it. So far as human agency
conld make it, it is an everlasting me-
mortal of our struggle. Some day, nc
donbt. II will be clad with verdue from
bottom to top. Ii will be a mountain
IF green. svmbolizing our undyIng at,
feetion for the loved and lost, and
teaching posterity every spring as the
twics and branches receive the NE
giving sap, their duty TO the iailen
But at present the vines have naru =
time of it. In the early spring Iney
shoot up its sides with rapidly. Ihel3
comes the blazing sun of summer ano
heats the stones and withers the ten
der branches. AS time goes on tne
erevices are filed with dirt and dust
the vines will do better and the ldea
of the designer be fully carried out.