. History of the Doles-Cook brigade of northern Virginia, A.; containing muster roles of each company of the Fourth, Twelfth, Twenty-first and Forty-fourth Georgia regiments, with a short sketch of the services of each member, and a complete history of each regiment, by one of its own members . ed and the regiment retreated inconfusion, leaving him in the hands of the enemy. He died thefollowing day and was buried by the enemy and fills an unknowngrave. The whole regiment admired and loved him. One of itsmembers expressed the sentiments of all when he wrote to ColonelBulls father: The cru
. History of the Doles-Cook brigade of northern Virginia, A.; containing muster roles of each company of the Fourth, Twelfth, Twenty-first and Forty-fourth Georgia regiments, with a short sketch of the services of each member, and a complete history of each regiment, by one of its own members . ed and the regiment retreated inconfusion, leaving him in the hands of the enemy. He died thefollowing day and was buried by the enemy and fills an unknowngrave. The whole regiment admired and loved him. One of itsmembers expressed the sentiments of all when he wrote to ColonelBulls father: The crushed and broken hearts that mourn the loss•of the hero of the Thirty-fifth Georgia are not confined to yourfamily circle. General Pettigrew, commanding the brigade, said : If there was a better ofiicer in the army than Colonel Bull, and oneto whom the prospect of distinction in any department of life wasiDrighter, I did not know him. He was indeed a loss to his soil of the Old Dominion will forever be sacred because in it restsin their bloody gray so many of the hero martyrs of the South. Aslong as the South is trod by men worthy to be free, all honor will beaccorded her sons of the sixties, and their heroism and devotion willbe an example and in-spiration for all time to WILLIAM H. Surgeon Fourt i Georgia R^giinent. .LiL Regimental Poem. 93^^- MEMORIES. BY MRS. W. H. WILI^IS. Never was step more steady as the band-box soldiers filed Out from tlie famed Camp Jackson, while the gods looked down and smiledOn troops so fair and graceful in their stainless garb of gray ;Each man ready, each man panting, for the thickest of the fray. They were leaving there in Portsmouth, in the city of her dead,The first brave Georgia soldier who had bowed his gallant headOn the soil of Old Virginia, pillowed on a spot so fair,Where many a womans tears had fallen above his golden hair. He had yielded, ere the battle came, to power none dare defy, And in a str
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