Married Julia Jordan 25 May 1869, Monroe County, MS
Enlisted in Confederate Army, Corinth MS; 1 May 1861 as a Private, Company I, Mississippi 11th Infantry Regiment
Promoted to 1st Lt, then Cpt, then Full Major
Occupation Civil Engineer∼Burial information for interment at Old Aberdeen Cemetery from The Pelican Guide to Old Homes of Mississippi.
He was a Major in the Confederate States Army and a member of General Stephen D. Lee's staff. He was the author of the following poem and the founder and editor of the Aberdeen Examiner.
Lines on the Back of a Confederate Note
Representing nothing on God’s earth now, and naught in the waters below it, as the pledge of a nation that’s dead and gone, keep it, dear friend, and show it.
Show it to those who will lend an ear to the tale that this trifle can tell, of Liberty born of the patriot’s dream, of a storm-cradled nation that fell.
Too poor to possess the precious ores, and too much of a stranger to borrow, we issued to-day our promise to pay, and hoped to redeem on the morrow.
The days rolled by and weeks became years, but our coffers were empty still; coin was so rare that the treasury’d quake if a dollar should drop in the till.
But the faith that was in us was strong, indeed, and our poverty well we discerned, and this little check represented the pay that our suffering veterans earned.
We knew it had hardly a value in gold, yet as gold each soldier received it; it gazed in our eyes with a promise to pay, and each Southern patriot believed it.
But our boys thought little of price or of pay, or of bills that were overdue; we knew if it brought us our bread to-day, ‘Twas the best our poor country could do.
Keep it, it tells all our history o’er, from the birth of our dream to its last; modest, and born of the Angel Hope, like our hope of success, it passed.
Confederate Veteran Magazine Volume 24
Wielding a powerful pen, possessed of encyclopedic information, he was the match for any of the molders of opinion throughout this great land and undoubtedly could have discharged with eminent distinction and satisfaction the duties of any editorial tripod in any of its great cities. Dedicating the magnificent powers of his royal manhood to the service of his adopted state, he wrought his brain and heart and soul into the fibers of her civic life.
Enlisted in Confederate Army, Corinth MS; 1 May 1861 as a Private, Company I, Mississippi 11th Infantry Regiment
Promoted to 1st Lt, then Cpt, then Full Major
Occupation Civil Engineer∼Burial information for interment at Old Aberdeen Cemetery from The Pelican Guide to Old Homes of Mississippi.
He was a Major in the Confederate States Army and a member of General Stephen D. Lee's staff. He was the author of the following poem and the founder and editor of the Aberdeen Examiner.
Lines on the Back of a Confederate Note
Representing nothing on God’s earth now, and naught in the waters below it, as the pledge of a nation that’s dead and gone, keep it, dear friend, and show it.
Show it to those who will lend an ear to the tale that this trifle can tell, of Liberty born of the patriot’s dream, of a storm-cradled nation that fell.
Too poor to possess the precious ores, and too much of a stranger to borrow, we issued to-day our promise to pay, and hoped to redeem on the morrow.
The days rolled by and weeks became years, but our coffers were empty still; coin was so rare that the treasury’d quake if a dollar should drop in the till.
But the faith that was in us was strong, indeed, and our poverty well we discerned, and this little check represented the pay that our suffering veterans earned.
We knew it had hardly a value in gold, yet as gold each soldier received it; it gazed in our eyes with a promise to pay, and each Southern patriot believed it.
But our boys thought little of price or of pay, or of bills that were overdue; we knew if it brought us our bread to-day, ‘Twas the best our poor country could do.
Keep it, it tells all our history o’er, from the birth of our dream to its last; modest, and born of the Angel Hope, like our hope of success, it passed.
Confederate Veteran Magazine Volume 24
Wielding a powerful pen, possessed of encyclopedic information, he was the match for any of the molders of opinion throughout this great land and undoubtedly could have discharged with eminent distinction and satisfaction the duties of any editorial tripod in any of its great cities. Dedicating the magnificent powers of his royal manhood to the service of his adopted state, he wrought his brain and heart and soul into the fibers of her civic life.
Married Julia Jordan 25 May 1869, Monroe County, MS
Enlisted in Confederate Army, Corinth MS; 1 May 1861 as a Private, Company I, Mississippi 11th Infantry Regiment
Promoted to 1st Lt, then Cpt, then Full Major
Occupation Civil Engineer∼Burial information for interment at Old Aberdeen Cemetery from The Pelican Guide to Old Homes of Mississippi.
He was a Major in the Confederate States Army and a member of General Stephen D. Lee's staff. He was the author of the following poem and the founder and editor of the Aberdeen Examiner.
Lines on the Back of a Confederate Note
Representing nothing on God’s earth now, and naught in the waters below it, as the pledge of a nation that’s dead and gone, keep it, dear friend, and show it.
Show it to those who will lend an ear to the tale that this trifle can tell, of Liberty born of the patriot’s dream, of a storm-cradled nation that fell.
Too poor to possess the precious ores, and too much of a stranger to borrow, we issued to-day our promise to pay, and hoped to redeem on the morrow.
The days rolled by and weeks became years, but our coffers were empty still; coin was so rare that the treasury’d quake if a dollar should drop in the till.
But the faith that was in us was strong, indeed, and our poverty well we discerned, and this little check represented the pay that our suffering veterans earned.
We knew it had hardly a value in gold, yet as gold each soldier received it; it gazed in our eyes with a promise to pay, and each Southern patriot believed it.
But our boys thought little of price or of pay, or of bills that were overdue; we knew if it brought us our bread to-day, ‘Twas the best our poor country could do.
Keep it, it tells all our history o’er, from the birth of our dream to its last; modest, and born of the Angel Hope, like our hope of success, it passed.
Confederate Veteran Magazine Volume 24
Wielding a powerful pen, possessed of encyclopedic information, he was the match for any of the molders of opinion throughout this great land and undoubtedly could have discharged with eminent distinction and satisfaction the duties of any editorial tripod in any of its great cities. Dedicating the magnificent powers of his royal manhood to the service of his adopted state, he wrought his brain and heart and soul into the fibers of her civic life.
Enlisted in Confederate Army, Corinth MS; 1 May 1861 as a Private, Company I, Mississippi 11th Infantry Regiment
Promoted to 1st Lt, then Cpt, then Full Major
Occupation Civil Engineer∼Burial information for interment at Old Aberdeen Cemetery from The Pelican Guide to Old Homes of Mississippi.
He was a Major in the Confederate States Army and a member of General Stephen D. Lee's staff. He was the author of the following poem and the founder and editor of the Aberdeen Examiner.
Lines on the Back of a Confederate Note
Representing nothing on God’s earth now, and naught in the waters below it, as the pledge of a nation that’s dead and gone, keep it, dear friend, and show it.
Show it to those who will lend an ear to the tale that this trifle can tell, of Liberty born of the patriot’s dream, of a storm-cradled nation that fell.
Too poor to possess the precious ores, and too much of a stranger to borrow, we issued to-day our promise to pay, and hoped to redeem on the morrow.
The days rolled by and weeks became years, but our coffers were empty still; coin was so rare that the treasury’d quake if a dollar should drop in the till.
But the faith that was in us was strong, indeed, and our poverty well we discerned, and this little check represented the pay that our suffering veterans earned.
We knew it had hardly a value in gold, yet as gold each soldier received it; it gazed in our eyes with a promise to pay, and each Southern patriot believed it.
But our boys thought little of price or of pay, or of bills that were overdue; we knew if it brought us our bread to-day, ‘Twas the best our poor country could do.
Keep it, it tells all our history o’er, from the birth of our dream to its last; modest, and born of the Angel Hope, like our hope of success, it passed.
Confederate Veteran Magazine Volume 24
Wielding a powerful pen, possessed of encyclopedic information, he was the match for any of the molders of opinion throughout this great land and undoubtedly could have discharged with eminent distinction and satisfaction the duties of any editorial tripod in any of its great cities. Dedicating the magnificent powers of his royal manhood to the service of his adopted state, he wrought his brain and heart and soul into the fibers of her civic life.
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