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rD THE BLUE.XSitlPItihilitT•N.iveiceroiithe»URi of or-;rnmdthean,us-theH ?on,calthe; ofntsin-the:es.redat-ostalliceer-ial50-ite?d-heiodasIXns4,3r,3S-:h-n,ofIdofbeigk.illil-aidrse.rnasrtarnanagement of the Association, to be composed of the nine surviving Confederate officers of the highest rank, who, after organizing, will alone receive donations and subscriptions to the stock to be issued by them and that none might be excluded from par-ticipaion in the patriotic undertaking, it is com tern plated that the par value of the stock be fixed at ten dollars per share.It is the purpose of this generalorder to enlist interest at once in theprop sed Memorial, and to urge upon the nine surviving ranking Confederate officers to meet at an early date, organize the Board of Administrators, and formulate the details of organization, so that the Veterans, and their sympathizers everywhere will be placed in possession of the purpose, scope and extent of the movement, an 1 be prepared to consider and perfect the uncompleted details of the work, when they meet in Reunion at Houston, Texas, next May.Let it be understood that the contemplated Memorial will in no wise antagonize, but rather supplement the existing Memorial organizations here and there throughout the late Confederate States.As well said by Comrade Rouss: “The mementos of the struggle of the South and the evidences of her glorious prowess in the field are scatered broad ca t over the country. Should they not ba collected and provision be made fir their preservation as a rich inheritance for our children and a patriotic lesson for generations to come?” To this eloquent appeal we believe the responsive answer of all true ex-Confeder-ates will be, Yes ! Then as our ranks are being rapidly thinned by the Scythe of Time, let the comparatively few of us that remain at once take the matter in hand, and labor for the realization of the prophetic vision and joyus hope of the patriot orator, Senator Daniel, of Virginia—in the consummation of a completed B ttle Abbey, in which the “figure of Jefferson Davis shall be the central object, and around which shall be grouped heoric relics of the battles of the Confederacy, and the pictured faces and sculptured forms of the great and true and brave men who fought them. An undying memorial of the people whoocS:d£hevialtaucolihim, mounted and rode forth alone in the dark night to the Federal army, some nine miles away at Blue Springs, and informed the Federal cavalry of the prize that lay within tbeir easy grasp. She pilotted two regiments of cavalry round our picket through the town to her house, where General Morgan and all his staff lay sweetly sleeping in the soft and balmy September night, perhaps dreaming of lwed ones far away. A short •while I in before daylight the house and premises I cc were surrouuded by Federal soldiers and all were made prisoners at once except the General, who tried to make his escape out through the garden, but finding all avenues of escape cut off in that direction and no possible chance of getting away from his enemies, and seeing that his staff had been captured, he too came out and surrendered himself as a prisoner of war to a Federal officer who then had charge of the prisoners. This officer rode off, telling the guards to remain there with the prisoners and he would send another officer and guard to take charge of them. Soon two big rough looking fellows rode up and inquired for General Morgan. The general, who was standing near, answered that he was the man. These two men then fired and shot the general down. So near were they to hni that his clothing and flesh were badly powder burned. To complete their foul and cruel d^ed one of these men then jumped down from his horse, threw General Morgan’s dead body up across his horse, remounted and ran through the town exclaiming, “There is your horse thief 1” then threw his body down in the street. We heard the guus firing that killed General Morgan, but supposing that it was our own men shouting the loads out of their guns in order to clean them up, it did not creafc- any alarm, but when we received the news that it was the enemy in Greenville, there was “mounting in hot haste the steed and swiftlyforming in the ranks of war,” but before we could reach the scene of action the enemy made good their escape with their prisoners. On our arrival we found a heavy guard placed round the house to keep the men from burning it. Some shed tears of sorrow over the death of their idolized chieftain while others hurled deep and bitter curses of revenge at the enemy.This occurred on the morning of the 4thjof September, 1863; and nrfc at Christmas, 1864, as your informant states, and we cannot believe that General Morgan ever appealed to the rladies of the house to know what to do. This is not in accord with his high and noble character he had worn as a Confederate officer and soldier.This brave Kentuckian met his mur-tafubefntribeunfuthanpiica;bo;inonth;he:ricMialltr]ne’fatsajrainesclooffeashfai:deibe^*whthe ros anc nec a 8evecassonfought their own battles in their own , , , «. , .. ,way, for their own liberty as they derers “ndh1S death, likej he had al-conceived it. for their own independ-1 Waya met hl8 foe8 on battlefieldsb-lftoofalence as they desired it, and who need give to the world no other reason why.”By command of Lieutenant-General S. D. Lee,E. T. Sykes, Adjntant-General and Chief of Staff. Official.”iewithout the sign of fear, without a tremor. He was one of the best cavalry officers that the war produced, and when his star went down there was a void which was never filled, as he alone seemed to best represent the chivalry and pride of old Kentucky. He was a born cavalry leader.H. L. Hedgcoth.thi;inClaI diret:do iget Lor mei to Ilt; lt;8Morgan’s Death.Bl-1-yifSoldiers Home, Austin, Texas.Dear Editor Sunny South: Please allow me to correct a mistake made by your informant in regard to the death of general John H. Morgan. In the summer of 1863, that portion of the Confederacy including East Tennessee and Western Virginia was almost entmly stripped of Confederate troops by onr authorities in preparing for the coming battle of Chicamauga. Only a few scattering regiments of cavalry * ere left to protect this part of the Confederacy; these were being collected, and all pnt under the command of General John H. Morgan who had, bat recently with several other Confederate officers, made their escape from the Ohio penitentiary, where they had been confined as prisoners of war; and as an objective point, generalMorgan had selected Greenville, wherehe was rapidly gathering these scattering regiments, consisting oftnckians and Tennesseeans her for the defense of part of our Confederacy. We y camped around the town from one e half to a mile off. General Morgan and staff had stopped for the night at the house of a Miss W—, whose husband was in the Federal armv. She listened attentively to the general giving his orders to his aids, and learned the location of our outside pickets. After preparing supper for the general and staff this lady, unobserved, passed out of her bouse, went to the barn, caught her horse, saddledFor this page,THE CHRISTMAS OF 1863.A Story of Southern Alabama.intiwhito sshaiHerooii6lit jCOS]midmy«lt;tvnr-r-it1-;o•1-•1-)-n)-»f0Ken-abont that werees1-In a comfortable sitting room sat a sweot-faced, elderly woman, and by her side a fair-haired girl of perhaps eighteen summers.“Emily, dear, you ask me to tell you the story of the necklace that I gave you today. It was the Xmas of 1863, when our country was being devastated by war. Every heart was full of vague terror, for we knew not what hour would bring sad tidings; bat as our soldier brothers and sweetheartshad secured a brief furlough and werehome for the holidays, we tried to make merry and pleasant the few days they were to be with us. General R— had one of the most magnificent home-3 in Southern Alabama.The home itself was perfect in everj appointment with its wide and spacious halls, verandas and massive Corinthian columns, while the grounds were a perfec t dream. Nature had done much for it, while money had done more; costly statuary rose among the trees and shrubbery; picturesque I hous summer houses were dotted here and and there; an artificial lake rested at th** | love foot of the hill. On its banks stood the boat hmse and band stand, with I the numerous cosy bowers. It was here mini in this typical Southern home that the Mai* grand Xmas ball was given. Maisie All : was the only child of Gen. R—. She and was indeed well fitted to adorn such | cans a home—a perfect jewel in this gor-coraturian i refr the he stheoutquichorsfieldderiP001wenso a:him,die •vineand• nlt;•
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Atlanta Sunny South
Atlanta, Georgia, US
Sat, Mar 02, 1895
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