Some old historic landmarks of Virginia and Maryland, described in a hand-book for the tourist over the Washington, Alexandria and Mount Vernon electric railway . hat there was such a crowd around the scene it would be useless for me to try toget there. I said that my father was there, and that I must know if any evil had be-fallen him. Then they told me he had been wounded. That drove me frantic, Ibegged them to let me go and help him—that he loved me, and would want me nearhim. A lady, seeing my agony,.said to me, My dear child, you can do no good;your father is in heaven. The bodies of the
Some old historic landmarks of Virginia and Maryland, described in a hand-book for the tourist over the Washington, Alexandria and Mount Vernon electric railway . hat there was such a crowd around the scene it would be useless for me to try toget there. I said that my father was there, and that I must know if any evil had be-fallen him. Then they told me he had been wounded. That drove me frantic, Ibegged them to let me go and help him—that he loved me, and would want me nearhim. A lady, seeing my agony,.said to me, My dear child, you can do no good;your father is in heaven. The bodies of the victims of this dire calamity, which casta gloom over the wholeland, were taken up to the capital. Five hearses, conveying the remains of , Gilmer, Kennon, Maxey, and Gardiner, followed by a long train of carriagesand a great concourse of citizens, on horseback and afoot, passed in silence up Penn-sylvania Avenue and proceeded to the Executive Mansion. The coffins of the distin-guished dead were taken into the East Room and placed on biers to await the funeralsolemnities which occurred on the Saturday following. OF VIRGINIA AND MARYLAND. L19. OLD HISTORIC LETTERS. What is the harvest they bring us, Flotsam of life and the years?Kissed by the dust in their sleeping Bathed in loves sunshine and tears. The enthusiastic delver among old historic records now and then finds himself in thepresence of veritable apparitions of personages whose faces are seen no more save asthey look down through the limnings of the painter from their lonely places on the oldancestral walls, whose voices were silent long generations before the time of his earliestmemories. These are the apparitions: A bundle of letters, folded, tied and laid away, when andby whom, by what careful, loving hands no record tells us. They rise up from oldtrunks, boxes, barrels, and musty shelves, in dust strown lofts and garrets. To sit downalone in the quiet and open these bundles of missives, faded and worn,
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