The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1886-11-18
The Death of stonewnll Jackson,

Ut. luckcr, IRON 1sicnmOnQ, arrived
on Saturday, and all that human skill
could devise was done to stay the hand
of death. He suffered no pain to-day,
and his breathing was less difficult, but
he was evidently hourly growing
weaker.
When his child was brought to him,
to-day, he played with it for some time,
frequently caressing it, calling it his
little comforter. At one time he
raised his wounded hand above its
head, and closing his eyes for some
moments, silently engaged in prayer.
He said to me, IL see from the number
of physicians, that you think my condi-
ton dangerous, but L thank God, if it
is His will, that L am ready to CO."
About daylight on Sunday morning,
Mrs. Jackson informed him that his re-
covery was very doubtful. and that it
was better that he should be prepared
for the worst. He was silent for a mo-
ment, and then said: at will be infinite
gain to be translated to heaven" He
advised his wi e, in the event Of his
death, TO return to her fathers house,
and added: "You have kind and good
father, but there Is no one so kind and
good as your Heavenly Father" He
still expressed hope of his recovery.
but requested her, if he should die, to
have MIN buried in Lexington, in the
valley of Virginia. His exhaustion in
creased so rapidly that, at eleven
o'clock, Mrs. jackson knelt by his bed,
and told him that before the sun went
down he would be with his Savior. He
replied: son. no, you are frightened.
my ch2d. death is not SO near. l may
get WE'LL" She fell over upon the bed,
weeping bitterly, and told him again
that the physicians said there was no
hope. After moments pause, he
asked her to call me. Doctor, Anna
informs me that you have told her that
! was to die to-day. Is it SOP" When
he was answered he turned his eyes
toward the ceiling, and gazed for a mo-
ment or two, as if in intense thought,
then replied: "Very good, very good.
1t is all right" He then tried to COM
fort his almost heart-broken wife, and
told her he had good deal to say to
her, but he was too weak. Colonel
Pendleton came into the room about
one o'clock, and he asked him, "Who is
preaching at head quarters to-day?"
When told that the whole army was
praying for him, he replied: "Thank
God-they are very kind" He said:
ut is the Lords day; my wish is full
filled. have always desired to die on
Sunday"
His mind now began to fail and wan
der, and he frequently talked as if in
command upon the field, giving orders
In his old way; then the scene shifted,
and he WAS at the mess-table, in con-
versation with members of his staff;
now with his wife and child; now at
prayers with his military family. Occa-
sional intervals of return Of his mind
would appear, and during one of them,
l offered him some brandy.and water,
but he declined it, saying. 1T will only
delay my departure, and do no good; |
want to preserve nay mind, If possible,
TO the last" About half-past one he
was told that he had but two hours TO
live, and ne answered again, feebly, but
firmly, ~Very good, it is all right" A
! few moments before he died, he cried
out in his delirium, "Order A. p. Hill
to prepare for action; pass the infantry
to the front -apidly; tell Maj. Hawks"
then stopped, leaving this sentence
unfinished. Presently, smile of inef-
fable sweetness spread tself over his
pale fac, and he said, quietly and with
an expression az if of relief, Let us
cross over the river, and rest under the
shade of the trees" And then, with
out pain or the least struggle, his
spirit passed from earth to the God
who gave it.-Dr. Hunter Mcclure,
his attending physician.