Valley of the Shadow
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The Difference

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The Financial Situation

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Heavy Old Wind

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Oil Excitement

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County Court

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Native Genius

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Some time ago we alluded to a model in plaster of a bust of Stonewall Jackson by our young friend, William Donovan, a private in the celebrated Staunton Artillery and a worthy member of that company. He has finished the model and it is pronounced a good likeness of General Jackson by members of his staff. It is the intention of Mr. Donovan to carve it in the finest marble and place it on exhibition in Baltimore. Taking into consideration the fact that Mr. Donovan has had no opportunity to improve himself for the last five years, this great work shows remarkable genius, and it should be cultivated. Soldiers who served under Jackson are invited to call at Marquis and Kelley's and see the likeness of their beloved leader.

"Universle Amnesty"

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The Charlottesville Chronicle says: "The most impertinent thing of the session is the late resolution of the Conservative Senator Stewart, of Nevada, for universal suffrage and universal amnesty as a compromise. We may save our necks and get into Congress by universal negro suffrage; this from a Conservative Republican. We suppose the Radical ground is, suffrage to the negroes in the South, and to nobody else. Senator Stewart offers this as an olive-branch to the South, for the consideration of each State.

This reminds us of two negroes who got into a fight, and the big one beat the little one almost to death, who hallooed "nuff." They got upon their feet, when Caesar seized Pompey (the little nigger) firmly by the collar, and addressed him thus: "Now, Pomp, I don't want any bad feelings atwixt us, and I pose to comp'mise--just take off you shirt, old fellar, and I'll hit you. Pomp. 150 lashes--and then you can put on your shirt again and go about your business--and no questions axed--I offer you, Pomp, a universle amnesty.

The Virginia Insurance Company

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Idle Negroes

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Marriages

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Deaths

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Stonewall Jackson: In Memoriam

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It is not mine to bind thy brow
With laurels of undying fame;
To get on Glory's pinnacle,
In living characters, thy name.
Not mine to strike the lofty song
That [unclear] the deathless [unclear]
And yet a hero's child may lay
A flower upon a hero's grave.

I knew him well. A starnger came
Just quietly, and took his place,
And did you wish to respect the man,
You need but look on his face,
The forehead [unclear]--the calm, clear eye
That marked the true and steadfast soul,
And every [unclear]
A will, that [unclear]

I knew him when the [unclear]
That hallowed all his future [unclear]
And when the lady of his love
Became the happy, cherished wife,
One year of joy, and hope, and peace,
And she, awhile was the bride,
Lay in her last and dreamless sleep,
A lifeless infant at her side.

"Have you seen Ellie," I had shrunk
With fainting heart and quickened breath,
From this strange blending at one stroke,
Of health with sickness, life with death.
But at his will I went; and while
I trembled with mysterious awe,
I thought it then, and still it seems
The saddest sight I ever saw.

The sunlight [unclear] on her hair,
Her cheek, [unclear], looked the same;
And the sad tone was in my ear,
That often to my memory came;
"Have you seen Ellie?" Oh! the crush
Of early love and manly pride;
And, if it were the will of God,
This night I'd lie down by her side.

Not yet--not yet! 'Twas his to strike,
With living fire, the hearts of men;
To lead them through the battle storm,
As though it were a summer rain,
To make his name the rallying cry,
That bore our hosts to victory on
A household word in foreign lands
Wherever Freedom's throb is known.

"Not yet--not yet!" A little child,
In simple and implicit faith,
'Twas his to be the world-renowned--
Sublime in life, sublime in death.
Not yet. 'Twas his from vanquished foes,
To wrest a tribute to his worth;
Then, at God's will, to lay aside
The highest honors known to earth.

S. H. S.
V. M. I., January, 1866.