No wife is there to welcome me, no daughter to thank me, but I must take my orphan boy by the hand, and leading him to your grave, kneel by its side and weep together on the sod that covers your remains." There was not a dry eye in the room.

All wept with the husband, and even the dying woman could not restrain the tears.
"Alfred," she said, "do not weep.

My husband, up there, in Heaven, we will meet again, and then the desolation on earth will be more than repaid by the pleasure of eternal joy.

Let not my death cause you to falter in your duty to the South.

Promise me, my husband, that through all changes you will ever remain steadfast and loyal to her sacred cause.