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    Another great Confederate General. I'm sure most of you on here know his last words. If not here they are:

    "Let us cross over the river, and rest under the shade of the trees"- Gen. Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson

    But as with all things it seems there's some controversy.

    Did Stonewall Jackson “cross” or “pass” over the river?

    ▬ [COLOR=Sienna][B]Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. [/B][/COLOR]- [I]Samuel Johnson[/I] ▬

    ▬ [COLOR=Purple][B]The United States Constitution (c) 1791. All Rights Reserved.[/B][/COLOR] ▬

  • #2
    I'd have to accept General Jackson's wife's word as to what his last words were over that of Dr. McGuire, since Anna was there at that moment and the Doctor was not.

    But, pass....cross.... it doesn't matter to me. General Jackson was one of the greatest military leaders to ever live, and a devout man of God who broke the laws of man only to teach the negro how to read and write.

    "I here repeat, & would willingly proclaim, my unmitigated hatred to Yankee rule—to all political, social and business connections with Yankees, & to the perfidious, malignant, & vile Yankee race." -Edmund Ruffin *[B]
    At a little creek called Bull Run, we took their starry rag...to wipe our horses down with, and I ain't here to brag.[/B]

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    • #3
      I agree. His wife should know. Jackson a great man!
      ▬ [COLOR=Sienna][B]Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. [/B][/COLOR]- [I]Samuel Johnson[/I] ▬

      ▬ [COLOR=Purple][B]The United States Constitution (c) 1791. All Rights Reserved.[/B][/COLOR] ▬

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      • #4
        Sidney Lanier's Poem of similar title:
        The Dying Words of Stonewall Jackson. Sidney Lanier (1842-1881). May 10. James and Mary Ford, eds. 1902. Every Day in the Year: A Poetical Epitome of the World's History
        [B][COLOR=#800000]For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it's still not yet two o'clock on that July afternoon in 1863...[/COLOR]
        [COLOR=#800000]William Faulkner, [/COLOR][I][COLOR=#800000]Intruder in the Dust [/COLOR][/I][COLOR=#800000]1948
        [img]http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X5wR5-xtKJw/T_JSOfBCrqI/AAAAAAAABd8/KrhzOyTJRYw/s1600/bark+3.PNG[/img][/COLOR][/B]

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