That figure has passed from earth,
but still lives!
Stuart is long dead, and the grass covers him; but there is scarce a
foot of the soil of Virginia that does not speak of him. He is gone,
but his old mother is proud of him--is she not?
Answer, mountains where he fought--lowlands, where he fell--river,
murmuring a dirge, as you foam through the rocks yonder, past his
grave!
XXXV.
"SOON WITH ANGELS I'LL BE MARCHING."
Let me rapidly pass over the events of the tenth of May.
Gordon's little brigade had been ordered to follow on the rear of the
enemy, while Fitz Lee moved round by Taylorsville to get in front of
them.
Stuart rode and met Gordon, gave the brave North Carolinian, so soon to
fall, his last orders; and then hastened back to Fitz Lee, who had
continued to press the enemy.
They had struck the Central railroad, but the gray cavaliers were close
on them. Colonel Robert Randolph, that brave soul, doomed like Gordon,
charged them furiously here, took nearly a hundred prisoners, and drove
them across the road.
At this moment Stuart returned, and pushed forward toward Taylorsville,
from which point he intended to hasten on and get in their front.
About four in the afternoon we reached Fork church, and the command
halted to rest.
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