He was my friend-- as true as the needle to the pole.

But God, who doeth all things well, took his spirit in the midst of the storm to that beautiful home beyond the skies.

I thank God I am no infidel.

We will meet again.
WRIGHT SHOT TO DEATH WITH MUSKETRY I saw a young boy about seventeen or eighteen years old, by the name of Wright, and belonging to General Marcus J.Wright's brigade, shot to death with musketry at this place.

The whole of Cheatham's division had to march out and witness the horrid scene.