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| Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 35. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) | 2 | 2 | Browse | Search |
| Jefferson Davis, The Rise and Fall of the Confederate Government | 1 | 1 | Browse | Search |
| Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1 | 1 | 1 | Browse | Search |
| Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 16. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) | 1 | 1 | Browse | Search |
| Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 24. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) | 1 | 1 | Browse | Search |
| Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 32. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) | 1 | 1 | Browse | Search |
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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 35. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.38 (search)
Following Morgan's plume through Indiana and Ohio.
From the N. O. Picayune, October 13, 1907.
Recollections of the last and greatest campaign of the famous Confederate chieftain. By George Dallas Mosgrove.
There lived a knight, when knighthood was in flower, Who charmed alike the tilt-yard and the bower.
Gen. Basil W. Duke.
The soldiers of the Civil War are ever ready to recite reminiscences of camp and field.
They forgive, but they cannot forget.
Fresh in memory are scenes of life and light, of courage and death, of rollicking gayety and abject despair, of music and dancing, of the piteous cry of the wounded, the exultant shout of the victor and the imprecation of the vanquished.
A mere boy, I left my old Kentucky home to follow the plume of General John H. Morgan, the beau sabreur who rode far into the enemy's country, greeting the sons of the morning with a strange new flag.
In person General Morgan was notably graceful and handsome.
Six feet in height,
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 35. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Index. (search)