Valley of the Shadow
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Mossy Creek Academy

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We are gratified to hear that it is the intention of the good people of North West Augusta to rebuild this institution, which was, for so many years, the pride and ornament of their section. It was a matter of general regret when, during the war, by some accident, the noble building which they had erected at so much expense, took fire and was burned to the ground, leaving only an unsightly pile of ruins instead of a thorough temple of learning; and we are sure that it will be a matter of general gratification if a good and substantial building shall again be reared upon the site of the former Mossy Creek Academy, and a school be again started that shall attain the popularity of the one formerly taught there.

We remember with pleasure the days we spent there as a school boy, but a feeling of sadness is mingled with it, when we think of the many noble boys who were there with us that afterwards fell in defence of their native land, in the very prime of their manhood. We could give a long roll call of honor for it. Many of the hands that planted the trees which flourish upon that neglected hill are now mingled with the clods of the Valley. More than 20 of those that were there during the single session of 1854 and '55 now rest in soldier's graves. Rebuild this institution then, we say, if for no other purpose, as a monument to the memory of its fallen braves, and rear up other generations under the shade of the trees they planted to emulate their heroic virtues; put a tablet in its wall; on which their names shall be inscribed, and, with an abiding faith in the judgement of posterity, write upon that tablet the inscription the old man of S. W. Virginia placed upon the grave of his only son and child: "If to die for liberty was right, remember him, if wrong forget him."

We need all the old land-marks we can hold on to, for we are drifting wide from our former moorings, and there are none that will serve us a better purpose, in our time of sorest need, than our institutions of higher learning. The demagogue, who would bring the intelligence of society down to the level of the intellect of a half-civilized African (we strongly suspect merely for the selfish purpose that he may get the vote of the negro,) may declaim against such institutions, and demand that everybody shall be taxed to support free schools for the benefit of everybody--in other words to establish a system that has no freedom in it, and which attempts to educate by lowering the standard of education. We have all heard of these things lately, but we put it to the honest, substantial people who live near, and who built up Mossy Creek Academy, to know if they want any freer or any better system of education than that which they have had, and we would like to know if any one that desired to share its benefits has been debarred the privilege. We do not want foundries where boys shall all be put into the same mould and come out all alike--variety is the spice of life; and we conclude by urging the people of Mossy Creek, and all the rest of our people, to rebuild their schools and set them on the same foundations they had before, and as they have manhood enough not to be ashamed of themselves, let them transmit the same sort to their posterity.

Educate the Daughters of our Dead.

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A Rich Harvest

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The Situation as Viewed by a True Virginia Gentleman

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Flour Inspector

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Marriages

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Deaths

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Deaths

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Answer To That Time I Wore the Rebel Grey.

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By Lizzie

Why sit with thoughts so dark and sad,
This bright and glorious Summer's day?
Were I a man, I would be glad,
To think I ever wore the grey.

If she is false, the one you woo'd,
Now that a cloud is on your way,
She was not fair enough or good,
To claim the one who wore they grey.

And well you say she cannot be,
More faire, though clothed in garments gay,
Than when you fought with Robert Lee,
And proudly wore the faded grey.

But judge not all by one you knew,
And let the world act as it may,
For in each heart that's brave or true,
A love yet lingers for the grey.

Yes bitterness is in our heart,
And never can be done away,
From us by force, our rights they part,
Except the one to love the grey.

Then proudly rise and take your crutch,
And feel no king with princely sway,
The right to pride, has half so much,
As he who wore the rebel grey.

Appomattox C. H., Aug. 17th, 1867.