Ten years in Washington : Life and scenes in the national capital, as a woman sees them . in defence of Washington. One of these was a poorwidows son. She had three ; and this was the last thatshe gave to her country. She, a poor widow, living farin northern Vermont, has never even seen the graves ofher three soldier sons, whom she gave up, one by one, asthey came to mans estate; and who went forth from herlove to return to it living no more. To this little grave-yard on Seventh street one womanwent alone with her children, carrying forty wreaths ofMays loveliest flowers, and laid one on every
Ten years in Washington : Life and scenes in the national capital, as a woman sees them . in defence of Washington. One of these was a poorwidows son. She had three ; and this was the last thatshe gave to her country. She, a poor widow, living farin northern Vermont, has never even seen the graves ofher three soldier sons, whom she gave up, one by one, asthey came to mans estate; and who went forth from herlove to return to it living no more. To this little grave-yard on Seventh street one womanwent alone with her children, carrying forty wreaths ofMays loveliest flowers, and laid one on every mothers sons slept under the green turf; and onemother, in her large love, remembered and consecratedthem all. She chose these because, with more than thirtythousand others in the larger cemeteries to be decorated,she feared the forty, in their isolation, might be others followed her; and this mother, alone with herchildren, scattering flowers in the silence of love uponthose unremembered graves, some way wears a halowhich does not shine about the A NATIONAL PEATER FOE THE DEAD. 587 We look on Arlington through softest airs. How beau-tiful it is ! how sad it is ! how holy ! Again the tenderspring grasses have crept over its sixteen thousand innocents, the violets of the woods, are blooming overthe heads of our brave. In the rear of the house a gran-ite obelisk has been raised to the two thousand who sleepin one grave. Four cannon point from its summit, andon its face it bears this inscription:— Beneath this stone repose the bones of two thousand onehundred and eleven unknoAvn soldiers, gathered after the warfrom the fields of Bull Run, and the route to the bodies could not be identified, but their names and deathsare recorded in the archives of their country, and its gratefulcitizens honor them as their noble army of martyrs. May theyrest in peace. The rooms and conservatories of the house are filledwith luxu
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