Fort Mill times. [volume] (Fort Mill, S.C.) 1892-current, 1920-12-23
JACKSON is ADVANCING"



| appeared from the stage. What re-
| mains but cold and gloomy thea
| ter, from which the spectators have
| vanished, where the lights are ca
| tinSuishcd, and darkness has settled
| down upon the pageant?
| Other souls of fire, and yalor, and
| unshrinking nerve wcr left, but the
| finger of Fate seemed to mark out:
with Is bloody point, the name of
Chanccllorsvillc, and the iron lips to
unclose and mutter, Thus far, 40
further! With the career OF this
man Of destiny had waned the
Strcng h of the South-when he fell.
the end was in sight. Thcncefor-
ward as good lighting as the world
ever saw seemed useless. and to at
tain no result Even the soldiership
! OF LC"-such soldiership as renders
! famous forever race and an epoch
could achieve nothing. From the
| day OF Chanccllorsvillc, the battle
flag, torn in so many glorious en-
! counters, seemed to shine no moro
! in the light Of victory. ii dropped
| upon Its staff, however dciianply ut
| times il rosc-SlOwly it descended.
! II huttcrcd for Il moment amid the
| fiery storm of Gettysburg, in the
woH's of Spottsylvania, and on the
/ bank S OF the AppomattoX: but never
! again did its dazzling folds flaunt
! rrou'llY in the wind and burn like a
! beacDn light on victorious fields. 1t
| WAS natural mat the army should
connect the declining fortunes OF the
| Srca~ flag which they had fought
under with the death of him who
| had rendered it so illustriouS. The
| form of Jackson had vanished from
| the scene: that king OF battle had
| droEp,d his sword and dCSccncd
! into the tomb: from that momcnt
the star Of hope. like the ligtu of
| victc y. seemed to sink beneath cbon
! clOuCs. The hero had gonc down in
! the bloody gulf of battle. and the
| torrt nj bore us away,
In that dcliricm which immcdi-
:ttcl! prcCcdcs death. he gave his
| OrdC's as on the battlefield and was
! dist lctly heard directing a. II. Hill
| 20 '1i pare for action!" But these
clouIS soon passed-his eyes grew
calm Igain-and, murmuring. Let
us cross over the river and rest un-
| der thH shade OF the trccs!" he fell
| back and expired.
| Su h was the death of this strange
man. To me he seems so great that
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| Not n this poor page do l attempt
| 4 ".ia"aCtcrizl; iun of this king OF
battle: l speak 10 further of him
| but 4 loved and shall ever love him.
y body LAID IN state in the capitol
at ichl. :Au. the coffin wrapped I'm
! the .n.rC whijC folds of the newly
| ado = COuiu,iCratc flag: great
! pr'' : i":,. NOV irE to thc strains of
! IN, Ny"d M&rch." hchird the
/ h"a" e. aud ihc war horse of the
! ic"H ,o,dIcr
y; al umes. everywhere. the Past
| comes into the Present. and pos
sEss it. As | awake at morning,
| u" curmr of the river brrCzc is
| tEc .pv roll OF drums from, tho TOR
! est :O3der whore the camps of in
| fant'y 0rC aroused by tho rcvcillC.
! IN &c moonlight nights. whcn all is
| still. " sound comes. borne upon the
| brCC:'. froIl some dim land seem
to hr-r tho huglcs. In the thunder
of : rlc storm | hear the roar of
artil '.y.
l.y ! now, rs the glory OF the sun
! Il. HI fl!l% on the great landscape of
| fjcis :,ld forest and river. n tempest
gait rs on u" shores of the Kappa
| han, l, K. The sunlight disHppCt rs.
| suci, i in by the hlacit and threat
cnir clouds which swCcp from the
| far hCriEor: gigantic pail seems
| slowly to descend upon the land
| cap .. but . mumcnt since so beau
! tiful ana sailing; the iu'id light
| nm; i!!,k'r Ike quick ton .;ucs of
| flnE: and. as these fiery &crprcntS
| play . l"r" go hon MASS. = mighty
winG arises swclls. and rOars on
throu - the spclndid foliage of tn"
| corcs;. where the year is lying on its
| cruCl Of hioCd.
r. e Is only storm YOU may say.
pcrha ns---to &c. it is more. Look!
tho.c varicGa colors of the au-
cun leaves &C tho Haunting ban
nCrs Of an army drawn ~ thCr" j."
| lire Of battle. and about 10 charge.
| H. ~! that mlrmur Of tho Kappa
| greet column on it's march. Hush!
t':rrc * tho hurlc,-and that rush
in- wind in the trees Of the forest
! lorsnmcr! How the hoofstrokcs
,,on shout 80 thy chnrrc,-how the
! "n0st Of Stuart rides!
Soc tn h"nrc3, youdcr. whCrc the
+ l.nc of battle is drawn up against
,hc autumn woods how their splcn-
! did c0,ors rurn, how they flaunt
! and wave and ripple IN tho wind
proud an dcfi9nt Is that distant
figure on horse tn" man of Port
| Republic ard Chanc"liorsvi'lc. with
| his old yellow cap. his dingy coat.
| his piercing CyCg-Hrd is that hum
ming sound tho cheering Of tn"
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