Register of Kentucky State Historical Society . es would give a con-fidence to leadership that wouldtend to bold adventure, and leaveits mark upon the contest. Editors Xote.)—Among theslain on the battlefield of Perry-ville was one of the mostbrilliant Federal officers in theUnion army. Because of his pop-ularity among all Kentuckiansthere was a general regret for thedeath of General James S. Jackson. Of his death Col. Forney wrote, hiBiographical Encyclopedia of Ken-tucky, -To die such a death and forsuch a cause was the highest ambi-tion of a man like James S. Jack-son, lie was the highest t
Register of Kentucky State Historical Society . es would give a con-fidence to leadership that wouldtend to bold adventure, and leaveits mark upon the contest. Editors Xote.)—Among theslain on the battlefield of Perry-ville was one of the mostbrilliant Federal officers in theUnion army. Because of his pop-ularity among all Kentuckiansthere was a general regret for thedeath of General James S. Jackson. Of his death Col. Forney wrote, hiBiographical Encyclopedia of Ken-tucky, -To die such a death and forsuch a cause was the highest ambi-tion of a man like James S. Jack-son, lie was the highest type of aKentucky gentleman. To a com-manding person he added an ex-quisite grace and suavity of mannerand a character that seemed to em-body the purest and noblestchivalry. With his hearts blood hehas sealed his devotion to the flag,lie leaves a multitude of friendswho will honor his courage and pa-triotism and mourn his untimelyand gallant end. He fell valiantlyfighting at the head of his brigadein the battle of Perrwille, October4th, Two Poems A-HE WAS MY FKIED. THE BOYS FEOM IT. S. A. By George M. Speaes, Dallas, Texas HE WAS MY FRIEND We publish the following beautiful tribute to ourdear young friend, so beloved by all in the Historical So-ciety of which he was a member.—J. C. M. He was my friend, and so I loved him well. What needs it to say more? Those words tell allAs plainly as, from house of prayer the bell Sends to a heedless world its urgent call. From the same land we came, tho years apart; And at the banquet of our state clasped handsAnd felt the thrill true friendship gives the heart— The golden nugget mid the waste of sands. We had both trod the same society halls Of the old college of our bluegrass land;And so talk rippled like a waterfall, Full of a feeling both could understand. Then came the war! He went forth glad and proudTo train for service in his countrys fight; In camp and field his bugle rang aloudTo lead the men to victory of right. Somew
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