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wounded man sleeping well in the afternoon-and Monday came. His physicians now deemed it advisable to remove him to some point where he could be more quiet; and, accordingly, he was carried to Mr. Chandler's, near Guinea's Depot, on the Richmond, Fredericksburg, and Potomac Railroad, about eight miles from Hamilton's crossing, where every arrangement was made to ensure his comfort and careful treatment. During the ride from the Wilderness to Guinea's he complained greatly of the heat of the day, and, in addition to the wet applications applied to his wound, begged that a wet cloth might be laid upon his stomach. He declared that this gave him great relief.

During the ride to Guinea's he had maintained his serene and cheerful bearing, and talked much in reference to the battle of Saturday. He spoke of the gallant bearing of General Rodes, and said that his commission as major-general ought to date from that day. In this the wishes of the dying soldier were complied with.

He seemed also very anxious to hear all the particulars of the battle of Sunday. When told of the charge of his old Stonewall Brigade, and how, led by Stuart in person, and shouting, "Charge! and remember Jackson!" they pressed on over every obstacle, his breast heaved, the old martial light came to his face, and with deep emotion he exclaimed:

"It was just like them! it was just like them! They are a noble body of men!"

He was very much affected at the intelligence of General Paxton's death, but seemed to derive a sorrowful satisfaction from the glories which his old command had won. He asked after every one whom he knew, and said:

"The men who live through this war will be proud to say 'I was one of the Stonewall Brigade' to their children."

With that modesty, however, which never left him, he hastened to guard this declaration from the appearance of egotism, and added that the name of "Stone wall" did not belong to him, but to his brigade.

His mind continued to dwell continually upon religious sub

jects, and his views of Providential interposition were constantly present with him.) Looking at his mutilated arm, he said:

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Many people would regard this as a great misfortune. I regard it as one of the great blessings of my life."

An officer long associated with him said:

"All things work together for good to those that love God.'"

"Yes, yes!" was the earnest reply, "that's it!"

Speculating with this officer upon the question whether those miraculously cured of the palsy by our Saviour ever had a return of the disease, he said with great feeling:

"I do not think it could have returned, for the power was too great. The poor paralytic could never again shake with the palsy. Oh, for infinite power!"

On Monday night he slept well, and seemed to have recovered in a great measure from the nervous shock which he had received from his injuries. His spirits rose, and on Tuesday morning he ate with relish, and seemed to look forward to his recovery as speedy and certain. He was still somewhat annoyed by the cold which he had caught on the night of the 1st of May, by returning the cape spread over him by the young member of his staff; but to this he attached no importance.

He said to his physician: "Can you tell me, from the appearance of my wounds, how long I will be kept from the field?" and when told that they were doing remarkably well, he exhibited very great satisfaction. He had no pain in the side, and thought himself well enough to see and converse with his staff; but he was advised against this by his attendants, and did not persist.

On Wednesday, his wounds continued to look remarkably well, and he was now regarded as so far out of danger, that preparations were made to carry him by railroad to Richmond. A rain, however, which had set in, prevented this design, and he was not removed. On this night, while Dr. McGuire, who had not closed his eyes for three nights, was snatching a little rest, the General complained of nausea, and ordered his body servant,

Jim, to place a wet towel on his stomach. This was done, but with bad results. The surgeon was waked by Jim at daylight, and informed that his master was suffering very much. The pain was in the right side, and was due partly to the heavy fall from the litter while being borne from the battle-field, and partly to incipient pneumonia, which now began to develop itself.

This was on the morning of Thursday, and later in the day Mrs. Jackson arrived. The presence of his wife seemed to afford the General great joy, and thenceforth she nursed him to the moment of his death.

The remainder of the sorrowful record will not fill much space, or occupy the attention of the reader many moments. The Supreme Ruler of the destinies of humanity had decreed that this pure and majestic spirit should pass from earth to a happier and more peaceful realm. The hours of the great soldier were numbered; he had fought his last battle, finished his work, and now was about to receive that crown laid up for those who believe in Him who governs all things.

On Thursday evening all pain had ceased, but a mortal prostration came on, from which he never recovered. He still conversed feebly, and again said:

"I consider these wounds a blessing; they were given me for some good and wise purpose, and I would not part with them if I could."

From this time he continued to sink, and on Sunday morning it was obvious that he could only live a few hours longer. His mind was still clear, however, and he asked Major Pendleton, his Adjutant-General, "who was preaching at headquarters on that day?" Mrs. Jackson was with him during his last moments, and conversed with him fully and freely.

"I know you would gladly give your life for me," he said, "but I am perfectly resigned. Do not be sad, I hope I shall rePray for me, but always remember in your prayers to use the petition, Thy will be done.'"

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In the event of his death, he advised her to return to her father's home, and said:

"You have a kind, good father, but there is no one so kind and good as your Heavenly Father."

His manner to every one had become full of gentleness and tenderness. The great spirit was fading slowly from the world, like a sun unobscured by clouds or vapors. The prospect of death produced no change in him.

"It will be infinite gain," he said, "to be translated to heaven, and be with Jesus."

When his wife announced to him finally with tears that his last moments were approaching, he murmured calmly:

"Very good, very good; it is all right."

Apprised thus that his final moment was approaching, he sent kind messages to all his friends, the Generals and others; taking thus his leave of earth, and sending his august farewells to those with whom he had fought upon so many bloody battlefields.

He expressed a wish that he might be buried in "Lexington, in the Valley of Virginia "—and then his mind began to wander. That delirium which seizes upon the most powerful organizations, the most vigorous brains, at the mysterious moment when the last sands are falling from the hour-glass, began to affect him.

His thoughts reverted to the battle-field of Saturday, and he exclaimed at intervals:

"Order A. P. Hill to prepare for action."

"Pass the infantry to the front!"

"Tell Major Hawks to send forward provisions to the men!" He evidently believed himself once more amid the forests of the Wilderness, and about to advance with his great corps upon the enemy.

This martial agitation soon, however, passed away. His excitement disappeared, his features again became serene, and he murmured with a smile:

"Let us cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees!"

The moment had indeed arrived when the illustrious leader was about to pass the dark river which separates two worlds,

and rest under the shade of the Tree of Life. From this time he continued gradually to sink, and at fifteen minutes past three in the afternoon, on Sunday, the 10th of May, he peacefully expired.

Such was the death of Jackson. He who had passed through a thousand scenes of carnage, expired upon his bed, surrounded by weeping friends, who were taught by that august spectacle how a Christian soldier can die.

CHAPTER XXXIX.

JACKSON'S REMAINS TAKEN TO LEXINGTON.

THE incidents which accompanied the reception of the illustrious soldier's body in Richmond and Lexington will terminate our narrative.

Honors were offered to him in all parts of the country, and the reader will peruse with interest these two which we have selected from the number. General Lee wrote:

"With deep grief the Commanding General announces to the army the death of Lieutenant-General Jackson, who expired on the 9th, at 3.15 P. M. The daring, skill, and energy of this great and good soldier, by a decree of an all-wise Providence, are now lost to us. But while we mourn his death, we feel that his spirit lives, and will inspire the whole army with his indomitable courage and unshaken confidence in God as our hope and strength.

"Let his name be a watchword for his corps, who have followed him to victory on so many fields. Let officers and soldiers imitate his invincible determination to do every thing in the defence of our beloved country."

General Beauregard, commanding at Charleston, and long the warm friend of the Virginian, wrote:

"The illustrious soldier, Lieutenant-General Thomas J.

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