The Dawson journal., 1886-03-25
Sr0NEWALL JACKSON.
How the Confederate Hero's Life
Went Ont.

II
day of his. death Mrs. jackson in
formed him that hisrecovery was
very doubtful, and that 4 was bet
ter that he should be prepared
for the worst. Re was. silent for
a moment and chen said:
''It will be Infinite gain to be
translated to heaven.' He adj
vised his wife, in the event of his
death, to return to Z her fathers
house, and added:
eYou have kind and good
father, but there is no one so kind
and good as your Heavenly Fa-
ther."
He still. expressed a hope that
he would recover, but requested
his wife, in case he should die, to
have him buried in Lexington, in
the valley of Virginia. Ills ex-
haustion increased SO rapidly that
at IL o'clock Mrs. jackson knelt
by his bed and told him that be-
fore the sun went down he would
be with his Saviour.
He replied: ooh, no! You
are frightened, my child. Death
is not SO near. | may yet get
well.'
She fell upon the bed weeping
bitterly and again told him, amid
her tears and sobs, that the ply
5icians declared that there was no
longer any hope Of his recovery.
After moments pause he asked
her to call the family physician.
Doctor" he said, as the physi-
clan entered the room, Gamma in
formed me that you have told her
| am to die to-day. Is it SOP"
When he was answered in the
affirmative, he turned dis sunken
eyes toward the ceiling and gazed
for o moment or two as if in in
tense thought, then looked at the
friends about him and said softly:
Every good, very good; it is all
right
Then turning to his heart-brok-
en- wife he tried to comfort her.
He told her that there was much
he desired to tell her but that he
was too weak for the undertaking.
Col. Pendleton came into the
room about l o'clock. Gen. Jack
son asked him:
"Who is preaching at the head
quarters to-day?"
When told in reply that the
whole army was praying for him,
he replied:
"Thank God! they are very
kind" Then he added: "It is
the. Lords day;my wish is fulfilled.
[ have always desired to die on
Sunday
Slowly his mind began to fail
and wander, and he frequently
talked in his delirium as il in
command of his army on the field
of battle. He would give orders
to his aides in his old way, and
then the scene was changed. He
was at the mess table in conversa-
ton with members of his staff;
now with his wife and child; now
at prayers with his military fami-
ly Occasional intervals of his
mind would appear, and during
one of them the physician offered
the dying man some brandy and
water, but he declined it, saying:
'It will only delay my depart
are and do no good; / want to
preserve my mind to the last, if
possible"
A few moments before the end
arrived the dying warrior cried
out in his deliium:
"Order A. P. Hill to prepare
for actionr" "Pass the infantry
to the frontsrapidly." "Tell Maj.
Hawks -" then his voice was
silent and the sentence remained
unfinished.
An instant later q smile of in
effable sweetness and purity
spread itself over his calm, pale
face, and then looking upward
and slightly raising his hands, he
said quietly and with an express
sion of relief;
'Let us cross over the river
and rest under the shade Of the
trees"
Ard then without sign or strug.