The White Sulphur springs; the traditions, history, and social life of the Greenbriar White Sulphur Springs . id, Colonel,I understand that your orders are to burn our townto-day, and I am here to ask that it be not given tothe fire. Hesitating for a moment, the soldier spoke,It is not for me, a soldier, to tell the orders, but youand I came from a people who do not make war withfire, and I will save the town if it be possible. Gentlemen, Lewisburg was not burned; and to-nightthe Southern winds are touching gently its vines andmosses, and sighing through the old trees and vener-able homes of t
The White Sulphur springs; the traditions, history, and social life of the Greenbriar White Sulphur Springs . id, Colonel,I understand that your orders are to burn our townto-day, and I am here to ask that it be not given tothe fire. Hesitating for a moment, the soldier spoke,It is not for me, a soldier, to tell the orders, but youand I came from a people who do not make war withfire, and I will save the town if it be possible. Gentlemen, Lewisburg was not burned; and to-nightthe Southern winds are touching gently its vines andmosses, and sighing through the old trees and vener-able homes of the beautiful town nestling peacefullyamidst its encircling bounds. And that soldier bearsthe name of him who sits to-night at the head of thishospitable table. Shall I not to-night render him thefirst obeisance? In my native town of Lexington, in the heart ofthe Valley, arise the proud battlements of an oldschool, the Virginia MiHtary Institute, the WestPoint of the South. It was glorified by the immortalteachings of Matthew Fontaine Maury, and its cor-ridors long echoed to the thunderous tread of Stone-. Title and History 63 wall Jackson. From its broad portals stalked thedrillmasters of the Southern army. To him at whoseboard we sit to-night was given the command tocrumble its walls with torch and flame. He refusedto execute the order and was put under arrest, becausehis hand was not created for the torch, nor was hisheart attuned to the roar of the flames. Should henot to-night, here amidst his own people of the north,receive honor from a son of old Rockbridge? When in the Valley Campaign he was ordered toburn the historic residence of Charles James Faulk-ner, a distinguished son of old Virginia, then engagedon the side of the South, with saber clanking at hisheels, and mailed glove on his hands, in his errandof mercy he delved into the musty records of theclerks office and ascertained that the title deeds werenot in the husbands name but in the name of the wife;and pressing
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