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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 32. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Parole list of Engineer troops, Army of Northern Virginia, surrendered at Appomattox C. H., April 9th, 1865. (search)
alker, Taylor Walker, Franklin Sherrill. Company D. H. C. Derrick, Captain. J. M. Beckham, Second Lieutenant. Sergeants—R. A. Boyd, W. H. Jordan, H. C. Beckham. Corporal—C. E. Scherer. Privates—John Crowder, W. R. Grant, J. S. Rush. Musician—Charles Tate. Note.—R. M. Sully, first lieutenant, detached and paroled at Greensboro, N. C. Company E. P. G. Scott, Lieutenant. Sergeants—H. A. Burgoyne, J. F. Gilham, W. C. Dimmock. Corporal—W. Bradley. Privates—J. W. Bennett, H. D. Butler, T. J. Cheshire, J. R. Driscoll, W. F. Fox, Augustus Holman, M. Gilday, M. Kinnard, R. B. Livingston, O. B. Knight, R. T. Putnam, C. R. Perkins, W. J. Slaughter, G. A. J. Sims, G. F. Wells, J. P. Labby. Company F. W. G. Williamson, Captain. E. N. Wise, First Lieutenant. Wm. W. Dallam, Second Lieutenant. Sergeants—H. C. Briggs, Isaac W. Hallam, J. Pendleton Rogers, Joseph T. Skillman. Corporals—Samuel T. Hopper, Henry A. Foote, C. B. Somerville.
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 32. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.19 (search)
his Juliet there. We remember with the greatest pleasure how the parlors were thrown open to us, how we were invited to their tables, how the girls sang Dixie and My Maryland for us, and those delightful moonlight promenades, all made life so pleasant there! There was to be a grand party at one of the old aristocratic mansions, and the society element in our camp were all aglee. Such rubbing and scrubbing, sewing and shining, borrowing and lending were only seen on such occasions. Major Bennett, of our regiment—the Fourth Virginia Infantry—and I, were comrades for the evening. The rooms were filled and the dear girls looked so sweet; many of them in calico dresses, yet made in an artistic way. The Major was in a devotional spirit towards a black-eyed widow, who charmed every one with her spicy conversation. I forgot there was war in the land as Miss Bonnie Eloise smiled graciously upon me, when I whispered to her that she was ten times sweeter than the rose she wore in her bo