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There under the bold bluffs of Amherst rolled the tawny James, seeming as a lake locked in by the circling hills. In front rose the oak and ivy-covered cliffs of Campbell, southward lay the long ridge of Candler's mountain, northward and westward stretch- ed the Blue Ridge, like some leviathan resting on an ocean of leaves, but lifting high its head and goring the heavens with his mighty tusks, the Peaks of Otter. A festival of grandeur was the scene before him. Mountain and river and island in rare conjunc- tion, rolling vistas of woodland in the wild ups and downs of nature, bright and shining in the soft Indian summer.
Ah! if time had turned that side of the curtain that pictures the future to the stranger's gaze, as he has turned the part to ours today, with what startled eyes would he have looked upon the clustering roofs and spires that crown the hills and fill the hollows of the three-mile city front; upon the belgian blocked streets that span the impassable chasms; on the street cars that climb the rugged summits; on the big dam that turns the waters; on the canal bordering the river; on the numerous bridges that leap creek, canal and river; on the smoke of furnace, forge and factory rising in heavy columns. Ah! if then as the twilight gathered the electric lights had thrown their necklace of brilliants around the hills, and suddenly the lightning express of the Virginia Midland Railroad had leaped from a seam on the Amherst cliffs, and rushed across
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island and river and the emerging trains from Richmond, Peters- burg, Danville, Lexington and Bristol had thundered in to meet it, verily, even the prophetic pen of Thomas Jefferson would have lost its reckoning. But truth is stranger than fiction, and one truth would have been transparent-that the progress of our State, country and race has far transcended the dreams of the farthest reaching proph- ecy, and the visionary of today is the only man who will be hailed as the wise man tomorrow.
THE EARLY SETTLERS OF CAMPBELL AND LYNCHBURG were a stalwart people-the bone and sinew and brain of the English and Scottish-Irish races. When they came hither from the old country, and from Eastern Virginia, they meant business; and there was nothing shoddy about them. Conservative and patient, industrious and economical, prudent and far-sighted, spirited and patriotic, they threw away little in trifles, and cared little for dis- play, but spent generously whenever charity inclined to pity, or patriotism to sacrifice, or shrewd calculation pointed to gains. And neither America nor the British Isles contain within their borders a community of better heart, or of more sterling integrity and common sense than that which spread its homes upon the hills that looked down on Lynch's Ferry.
OLD TIMES
Before modern life obliterated the distinctiveness of localities and cosmopolized our city population, there had grown up here the model of a thrifty, rich, well-deported, old-fashioned Virginia town, commercial in its caste, and so did it prosper that in 1861 it was heralded as wealthier per capita than any town in the United States, New Bedford, Mass., excepted. I can myself remember when the first variation in architecture occurred. Building big square or oblong houses, in large plots, with gardens, stables and servants' houses around them, keeping carriages and horses (Lynchburg always had a weakness for a good horse), filling their larders with the best that can cheer the inner man, their libraries, not large, but well chosen, of the best selected English classics; manufacturing and shipping tobacco by the river to Rich- mond, or to the ports of the North or of Europe; sending their
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wares by the white canvass-topped wagons to North Carolina, the Valley, Tennessee and Kentucky, the Lynchburg merchants of the olden time amassed wealth rapidly, and lived in ease and modest elegance. Churches and schools abounded, beggars and tramps were curiosities, the dude had not yet put in his appearance, and while the bustle of distant commercial centers seldom arose upon their ears, a well-to-do intelligent people had around them all that makes life worth living, whether of material comfort or of genial and refined society, or of religious resort and consolation. We had no fine opera house then as we have now; baseball had not come into fashion; boat racing on the little river canal was impracticable, because the canal was not there. The modern hotel, such as the Arlington,* was not known, the circus rarely got here, and amuse- ments were not varied; but private theatricals, dances at the Bell Tavern or the Franklin Hotel, militia parades and pleasure parties at Tate's Spring, and great political speaking broke the monotony of land-locked life, and horse races, even without the Fair, were very popular, though in earlier days the Quakers, Methodists, Presbyterians, and Baptists gave a less ruddy hue to the social life of Lynchburg than some of these items would indicate.
Had you ridden down to Campbell County Court a generation or two ago, you would have realized, I think, that "Progress," as we style the evolutions of the moderns, does not necessarily produce higher types of manhood.
If the militia were mustering over there, you would have seen martial figures worthy the staff of Washington; if the County Court were in session you would see the dignity and a good deal of the good sense of Blackstone; on the street you would have met the Lynchburg merchant, a stately but generous gentleman, with blue coat and brass buttons, satin vest and spotless linen, not rushing as if off for the next train, but ready to give you a courteous salutation and to chat on any subject, from the weather to the prospects of the Whigs, or the chance of war in Europe. If he liked you, he would not have asked you to refreshments at a restaurant, for everybody had a home in those days, and there
*Where the Virginian Hotel is now.
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were no eating-houses; but he would have invited you to stay all night, or at least to a "family dinner."
The church, the press, the medical profession, the bench, the bar, the hustings, the school-house, the bank, the shop, the count- ingroom, the plantation, all these have been represented here by characters strong and notable, who have left deep impress upon their own and succeeding generations, who were worthy of great affairs and great places. Time forbids elaboration, the fear of invidiousness makes me shrink from particularization; yet I will venture to illustrate by asking, for instance, what greater figure in the biographies of the church is there than that of Bishop John Early, what finer characters than Reid, Ryland, Kinckle or Doggett? What pens illustrated the press more brightly than those of Toler and Pleasants? What stronger men ever pleaded the causes of clients than Major Risque and Christopher Anthony, John O. L. Goggin, James Garland, or Charles L. Mosby? What jurists were more respected than Chancellor Taylor, or Judges William Leigh and Daniel Wilson? What physicians were more estimable than John H. Patteson and William Owens? What tobacconists were more sagacious than Samuel Miller, Jesse Hare and Augustine Leftwich? What business men were better types of their vocations than Francis B. Deane, John R. McDaniel, Samuel McCorkle, Maurice Langhorne, Henry Davis, Daniel Tompkins and John M. Otey? The epitaphs of the graveyard are not the only memorials that should come after such characters as these, and a host of others worthy to be remembered; and if lofty sentiment be-stirred to seek for those rarely gifted ones who have touched the heart with "the sweet, sad music of humanity," what a page of pathos might be filled with the relics of Vawter, who sleeps in an undistinguished grave in the old Methodist burying ground, or with those of the beloved Gregory, who sleeps in the new-made mound of Spring Hill Cemetery.
A speech at a fair, whether centennial or otherwise, is not the opportunity for reminiscences, and the steam, electricity and hard- cash of our day have little sympathy with Old Mortality wiping the dust from our fathers' urns. But I cannot think of this noble country whose beautiful forests and fields spread around us, or of your noble town that nestles in these nooks, or surmounts these
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summits, without wishing that some pen would paint for us the lives and fortunes of the grand old-fashioned people from whom this folk are descended, and from whom we are separated by such brief span of years, but by such broad lines of social change and demarkation.
History that deals with the rise and fall of dynasties,-wars, conquests, political elections and all that, is not often the history that enchants the imagination, mellows the affections, instructs the heart, or stirs the soul to its holiest and loftiest emotions. Statistics never yet warmed into romance, or evolved a hero. A child writes a better letter from home to the absentee than a maturer person, because the child tells precisely just what it sees and hears-how the baby fell down stairs, how the colt jumped the garden fence, and how the cat got into the meal tub; and it is the history of incidents and anecdotes and personal reminiscences, the lights and shadows of the lives lived by those gone before us, that fascinates, captivates and leaves its impress upon us. We want indeed the facts of progress, but there is need, too, that some pious minstrel hand take down the harp that hangs in
"The Witch Elm that shades St. Fillman's spring,"
and sweep its chords with the memories of the days that have vanished.
LYNCHBURG AND CAMPBELL IN THE CONFEDERATE WAR
The peace that sheds its halcyon light upon this scene has now even lost its charm. War has wrapt these hills in its crimson clouds, and shaken them with its thunders, and Campbell and Lynchburg met its fury side by side, with face unblanching and crest uncowed.
Our great-grandfathers had fought in the revolution with Lynch and Greene, and Light Horse Harry Lee; their sons had gone out to fight the British again in 1812; their grandsons enlisted for Mexico in 1847; and now again in 1861, behold the martial scene, for the Home Guard, the Rifle Grays, the Wise Troop, the Lynchburg Rifles, the Jeff. Davis Guard, the Beauregard Artillery and Latham's Battery are marching away; the bands are playing
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Dixie, and "the Bonnie Blue Flag" is flying in the "land where we were dreaming." And here, too, from Campbell rides Alex- ander's troop; Adam Clement is stepping grimly at the head of Company C, and by Saunders' side Sergeant Lazenby is demand- ing loud and long that Company B shall "fall in."
LYNCHBURG AS IT IS
The policy of the city is just as plain as that of the country. Their interests are one, only their methods vary. Lynchburg is a city now, the fourth in size in Virginia, the third in progress, and second to none in hopeful prospects. City she is, but she is just beginning to feel the blood of cityhood tingling in her veins. The youth arrived at man's estate is scarce yet conscious of his powers. What are we? What shall we be?
CHURCHES
We have twenty-four churches to begin with of various denom- inations, and the Young Men's Christian Association is doing noble work in erecting a handsome hall and opening the resources of a fine library to the youths of Lynchburg. We have excellent public buildings-the orphan asylum, founded by Samuel Miller's charity; a public park that will ere long be beautified; and in a short time the magnificent Federal post-office and customs house will be completed.
SCHOOLS
We have a school system that is attracting strangers here to locate by its advantages, and which is unusually satisfactory to its patrons-a school system which is the pride of the State, with high school buildings for both white and colored people, employing nearly fifty teachers, and with a young army of over 2,600 scholars. The cost per month is but $1.12 per pupil. The whole cost per annum is about $25,000, of which the State pays $6,000 and the city $17,000.
Well done for Lynchburg!
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WATER WORKS
Of her water works Lynchburg may be fairly proud. In 1813 the village built a little reservoir in rear of the old market house, on Bridge Street, with a capacity of 8,000 gallons. In 1828 the town established new water works and a reservoir on Clay Street of 400,000 gallons capacity, at an elevation 253 feet above water-level-a feat then unprecedented in the United States. Within a few years past the city has renovated and enlarged the water system; the beautiful stone lake on the site of the old reser- voir, and the massive granite bowl on College Hill, 330 feet above the river, and with a capacity of 8,500,000 gallons, are alike creditable to your good taste and enterprising spirit. The water lift to College Hill is believed to be as high as any in the world; and the pump that does the work was manufactured here.
STREETS
The streets of Lynchburg, forty-nine miles in length, and five miles of which are paved, are beginning to bear evidence of the new and progressive spirit that now happily pervades its council. Since 1879 we have spent upon them $364,000, an annual average of $52,000. No money was ever better spent, and the improvement is substantial and durable.
FIRE DEPARTMENT
Our paid fire department, with its well drilled brigade, is a model, and if you wish to see man and horse, harness and wheels move as if all constituted a single entity, just turn in an alarm of fire by the electric bell and behold the picture.
LIGHTS
Our gas lights and electric lights combined, the batteries pro- ducing them being worked by the water-power of the James River, three miles distant, prove that Lynchburg is a city set upon a hill that cannot be hid even in the night time.
TOBACCO
It is gratifying to know that Lynchburg still maintains her claim to be called "the Tobacco City." Thirty-nine houses are engaged
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here in the manufacture of the weed, and forty-one as manipulators and shippers. The recent report of President Edwards, of the Tobacco Association, shows that she is the largest loose tobacco market in the world selling in 1886 within a fraction of 50,000,000 pounds, an increase in the average annual sales for fifteen years of 145 per cent, and an increase over the sales of 1885 of twenty- nine per cent. We are pressing Richmond closely as a general tobacco mart, and are still ten million pounds ahead of Danville, our busy and pushing neighbor. This speaks well for our tobac- conists, and for our customers. But we must do other things besides buy, sell and manufacture tobacco, and must vary our industries to grow and prosper. No city can afford to depend on any one line of business; as the human body cannot be sustained by any one kind of food. What are we doing in other respects? What can we do?
BANKS
The Lynchburg banks are admirable. In stock and discounted paper they represent a capital of between three and five millions of dollars. In all the panicky years since the war there has never been a run on any one of them; not one of them ever suspended cash payments for a moment; no depositor has ever lost a dollar; no cashier or president has ever committed suicide or taken a trip to Canada. This is due to three things: The excellent conduct of administration, the good sense of the people and the good will between the banks, which well know that the welfare of all is involved in that of each. If you have any spare change, my friend, a Lynchburg banking house is the place to put it in, and you can take your choice between four National banks, one State bank and two private bankers.
OUR IRON INDUSTRIES
Our iron industries are new, vigorous and prosperous. A liberal and enlightened gentleman, General Grubb, from New Jersey, has established here a blast furnace which is turning the ore into pig metal.
The Glamorgan Works, a local enterprise, with a young and capable president, are working the product of the furnace into merchant bars; its machine shops are turning the bars into machin-
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ery ; and they are equipped with the best tools, and ready to build a steam engine, a flouring mill, or a horse-power, or almost anything else in the line of a first-class establishment.
Just beyond the corporate line, below "the big dam," is the Old Virginia Nail Works-new, too-with a water front of a mile in length available for sites of similar plants. It is operated by three turbine wheels, with 350 horse-power. It consumes monthly 750 tons of coal, 550 tons of pig iron, 40 tons of ore; produces monthly 8,500 kegs of nails and 100 tons of bar iron, and gives employment to 250 people.
The iron hand points out our destiny.
ENCOURAGE HOME ENTERPRISES MANUFACTURES!
Herein lies the road to prosperity-the only road-and must be trodden, else we retrograde, else we perish. A few years ago two-thirds of the domestic goods sold by Guggenheimer were of Northern manufacture. Now three-fourths of them are of Southern manufacture. This shows what the South is doing. But none of them are of Lynchburg manufacture. Why not? Liberty is mak- ing, with her few woolen mills, the cadet gray for the West Point corps. All honor to her, but why not we? The Charlottesville woolen mills have their fabrics in every city. Why not we? Dan- ville, with two magnificent new woolen mills, is forging ahead. Why not we? Fredericksburg and Winchester are making shoes that would be a credit to Lynn. Why not we? Roanoke is making engines and cars for New England railroads. Why not we? New York City ten years ago had over one hundred wholesale dry goods jobbing houses. Now, I am told, she has not a dozen. Why? Because the West encourages its home wholesale houses.
I repeat: Encourage your home merchants, and manufacture products for them to sell.
You have a water-power here at your doors that is craving work, too. Every wave of the river, every roar of the dams, is an appeal for labor. Cotton is at your gates; woods, and wool and iron and coal are ready to serve you. Spread wide your city limits ; stretch out broad avenues to the plateaus and valleys around you; plant them with trees; leave here and there parks and reservations ;
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lay your gas mains and your water pipes, and build your sidewalks out to the places where Nature in her beauty invites man to make his home; fight "old fogyism" and "pull-backism" wherever you find them. "Know thyself" is what the times cry aloud to Lynch- burg today. Gird up your loins. Realize your advantage and your opportunity. Establish here a female college of the highest grade, so that our daughters will not have to leave their firesides and go to Roanoke, or Staunton, which have both gotten ahead of us. Build a handsome suburban hotel, where, in this beautiful moun- tain retreat, with mineral waters and lovely scenery around them, our own people can escape the city heat and dust, and where strangers from all parts of the land would delight to resort in summer. Wake up, Lynchburg! £ The Almighty has given a splendid capital to work with. Go ahead and work with it. Don't be afraid of yourself. Reach out boldly and seize the fruits, that are hanging down to meet you.
You have always been liberal as to internal improvements; no community more so. Fifty years ago you gave $50,000 to the James River and Kanawha Canal Company, and it paid you. Later you contributed $500,000 to the Virginia and Tennessee Railroad, and it pays you. After the war, when matters were depressed, you subscribed $200,000 to the Lynchburg and Dan- ville Railroad, and it pays you. You and Campbell have just shown your wisdom in subscribing-you $250,000 and Camp- bell $100,000 to the new Lynchburg, Halifax, and Durham Rail- road; and I have no doubt, under Otey's* excellent business skill, that that will pay you both richly. Happy augury of the new century is this our centennial road. The day is not far distant when the iron horse will unload his burden right here at the gates of the Fair, even if not admitted on the grounds in competition with other racers of more ancient lineage. With the new road in the first dawn of the new century, let Lynchburg turn over a new leaf, and rousing herself to fulfill her obvious destiny, let her press forward like that army of old of whom it was said by the Hebrew poet: "None was weary or stumbled amongst them; none slumbered or slept; the girdle of their loins was not loosed; nor the latchet of their shoes broken."
*Peter J. Otey.
INDEX
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Acree, Rev. R. R., 133. Adams, John, 77, 177.
Adams, Capt. Stephen, 27, 134, 144. Anthony, Christopher, 154.
Adams, Prof. Will, 94. Allen, Thos. R., 107.
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Armstrong, Lieut. William, 101. Atkinson, Rev. Thomas, 86.
Banks, 158. Barnwell, Rev. Carlton, 109.
Barr, Rev. Dr. William A., 91.
Barger, Lieut. Howard Thornton, vi, 96, 97. Baldwin, Judge Briscoe B., 113.
Beauregard Artillery, 155.
Bell Tavern, 153.
Berkeley, Dr. Carter, 26, 66.
Belitt, Ben, v. Bell, J. P. Co., 124. Bell, J. P., vi.
Breckenridge, General John C., 24. Birchett, Miss Roxana, 49. Billy, Blind, 146.
Blackford, Capt. Chas. M., vi, 21, Button, Louis D., 134.
22, 28, 84, 87, 90, 105, 134, 144. Brooks, Charles, 146.
B
Botsford, Amos., 146. Bouldin, Miss Ellie, 113.
Bouldin, Capt. E. E., 126.
Bouldin, Thos. T., 84.
Bouldin, Judge Wood, 113. Brown, Martin L., vii.
Brown, Edward S., 134.
Brown, L. F., 134.
Bullock, James, 83.
Burton, Jesse, 146.
Burroughs, A. H., 134.
Burton, Patrick P., 83.
Butler, Lieut. Robert Lewis, vi, 96, 98. Button, Chas. W., v, 134.
Bryant, Capt., 27. Byrd, Mrs. Ann, 84.
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Cabell, Mrs. Eliza Daniel, 113. Cabell, Henrianne, 73. Cabell, Mrs. Margaret, v, 86. Cabell, Judge William H., 113. Cabell, Lewis, 113. Cabell, Major Charles Ellet, 113.
Cabell, Mary Virginia Ellet, vi, 111, Carey, John, 146. 118. Cabell, Mayo, 113.
Alexander, Col. and Mrs. Gerard, 83, 84.
Cabell, Mrs. Sarah Winston, 84. Calloway, John, 146. Campbell, Lieut. Allan Lile, vi, 96, 99, 100. Campbell, Gen. William, 53. Clarke, John, 146.
Carter, Capt. Thos. H., 32, 37. Chapman, Capt., 27.
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Clay, Rev. Charles, 5, 8, 81. Craddock, A. P., 107.
Craighill, Robert, 134. Craighill, Edley, v, 107. Carson, Rev. Dr. T. M., vi, 41, 55, 89, 109, 127.
Carter, Miss Otway Ann, 84. Cabell, Mrs. Clifford, vi.
Calisch, Dr. E. N., 7.
Carson, Judge Joseph S., 55.
Cabell, Mrs. George, 84, 85.
Christian, Mrs. Frank P., 49, 53.
Claytor, Mrs. Rosannah E., 88.
Clemins, James, 121, 125, 130, 133.
Cleveland, Grover, 147. Cleveland, Mrs. Grover, 116. Christian, Rev. Asbury, vi. Christian, Dr. Asbury, 38. Christian, A., 134. Christie, Capt. D. H., 37. Christian, John H., 134, 144. Clement, Adam, 146, 156. Cobbs, Nicholas H., 83. Coleman, Capt. Robt. L., 82. Cosby, John, 107. Connell, Mr. Michael, 134. Crook, General, 16.
D
Dabney, Chiswell, 83, 84. Daniel, Edw. M., 124.
Daniel, Mrs. Elvira Augusta Stuart, 113. Daniel, Brig .- Gen. Junius, 37.
Davis, Henry, 154. Davis, President Jefferson, 35, 65. Davies, Dr. Howell, 83. Deane, Francis B., 154. Dearing, Gen. James, vi, 41, 44, 53.
Daniel, Major John W., vii, 24, 41, Delbelvre, Felix, 125, 126, 130, 133. 52, 53, 124, 127, 128, 132, 134, Dickerson, Capt. J. W., 49 140, 145.
Diggs, Hon. J. Singleton, 134, 144. Doles, Gen. George, 37. Douthat, Captain H. C., 25.
Daniel, Judge William, 112, 113, 117. Daniel, Judge William, Jr., 112, 113. Douglas, Achilles, 146.
Davis, Robert Jordan, Esq., 69, 134, Dudley, Wm. H., 134, 144. 144.
Dunn, Dr. Joseph B., 92, 101.
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Early, Bishop John, 84, 154. Edmunds, Abe, v. Early, Gen. Jubal A., vi, 17, 19, Edmunds, Murrell, v.
20, 22, 23, 29, 38, 39, 41, 52, 73, 74. Early, Miss Ruth Hairston, vi, 73. Early, Capt. Samuel Henry, 73. Edwards, Rev. Wm. E., 127. Edwards, President, 158.
Ellison, W. S., 87. Ellet, Col. Charles, Jr., 112. Ellet, Mary Virginia, 113. Elzey, Gen., 27. Ewell, Gen., 36.
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Franklin, Ben, 77. Featherston, Hon. H. C., v. Featherston, Capt. J. C., 41. Fleming, Mrs. May Randolph, v. Fletcher, Elijah, 83, 84.
Ferris, Miss Stella, 94. Floyd, Capt. N. J., v. Folkes, W. C., 27. Forsberg, Col. August, 18. Frost, D. C., 108.
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Garfield, President, 27.
Gregory, Miss Rosa Kent, v. Garland, Judge James, vi, vii, 134, Glenn, Lieut. George Preston, vi, 154.
96, 100.
Garland, General Samuel, Jr., vi, Gouldman, Halsey, 125, 126, 130, 41, 42, 88, 146.
Glass, Maj. Robt. H., v.
Grammer, Rev. James, 89, 106.
Glamorgan Works, 158. Grace Memorial Church, 105. Gregory, Rev. Edw. S., v, 90, 106, 109.
133. Goggin, John O. L., 154. Gordon, Gen., 27. Guggenheimer, 159. Grubb, General, 158.
Guard, Jeff. Davis, 155.
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Hennig, Dr. C. T., 1. Henry, Patrick, 77, 147, 148.
Halsey, Captain Alexander, 21, 40. Harris, W. H. H., 134. Halsey, Don P., 31, 41. Halsey, Capt. Don P., 37, 42. Halsey, Major Stephen P., 22, 25, Hill, Gen. A. P., 33, 34, 36. 40. Hill, General D. H., 42, 88. Holt, J. Dudley, vii. Home Guard, 155. Hook, Johnny, 148. Hampton, General Wade, 21. Hamilton, Alexander, 77. Hayes, General Harry T., 24. Hayes, Col. Rutherford B., 27. Hopkins, Mrs. L. C., 117. Hamner, E. C., 27. Hope, James Barron, 121. Hotel, Franklin, 153. Hotel, Virginian, 153. Hunter, Gen. David, 16, 23. Hamner, S. G., 108. Hare, Jesse, 154. Harrison, Mrs. Benj., 116. Harrison, Randolph, 134, 144. Hutter, C. S., 108. Hutter, Maj. E. S., 18. Harper, Mr. Fred, vii, 53.
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Imboden, Gen., 27. Ireland, Mr. Livingston, 1.
Iverson, Gen., 36.
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Jackson, Gen. Stonewall, 19, 29, 34, Jennings, Miss Annie, 2. 35, 56. Jennings, Miss Elizabeth, 2. Jones, General William E., 24. Jay, John, 77. Jefferson, Thomas, 4, 5, 7, 81, 148. Jordan, Mrs. Cornelia J. M., v, 3.
Kean, Hon. R. G. H., 134, 135. Kean, L. M., 134.
Key, Francis Scott, 79. Kinckle, Rev. William H., 87, 105, 106, 109.
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King, Col. Floyd, 27. Kirkpatrick, Maj. Thos. J., 134, 144. Kyle, Dr. B. H., 108.
Kyle, David, 84.
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Lacy, Rev. Dr. T. H., 90, 92, 109. Leigh, Judge William, 154. Langhorne, Maurice, 154.
Laurence, Rev., 110. Lawrence, Maj. W. H., 101. Latham, Dr. H. Gray, v, 48, 134, 144. Lee, Light Horse Harry, 155. Lee, Robert E., 17, 20, 29, 35, 50.
Lee, Gen. Fitzhugh, 30, 33. Lee, Capt. Frank T., 109. Leftwich, Augustine, 154. Lee, Richard Henry, 77.
Letcher, Governor, 16. Lewis, John H., vi, 69, 134, 144. Lockwood, Mrs. Mary S., 116. Lloyd, Rev. John J., 106, 109. Lurty, Capt., 27. Lynchburg Rifles, 155.
Lynch, Col. Charles, 45, 53, 146, 148. Lynch, John, vi, 2, 121, 123, 146, 150.
Madison, James, 77. Madison Warehouse, 2. Mahood, Mrs. J. A., 53. Mann, L. P., 107. Manson, Nathaniel I., 83. Manson, N. C., Jr., 134.
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Manson, R. E., 134. Martin, Col. Rawley W., vi, 41, 58. Marshall, Justice John, 76, 79, 142. Marye, Col. Lawrence S., v, 134. Marten, William, 146. Miller, Samuel, 154, 156.
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Mitchell, J. W., 134. Moore, Mrs. Anna, 117. Moore, Bishop Richard Channing, 76, 80. Moore, Capt. Wm. R., 125, 126, 129, 133. Morris, Henry, 83.
Morris, Robert, 77.
Morris, R. Page W., 134, 144. Moorman, Micajah, 146. Mosby, Charles L., 154.
Nelson, Walter S., 107, 109. Nicholas, Harrison T., 107, 108.
Otey, Mrs. Lucy Mina, 64. Otey, James Hervey, 82. Otey, Jno. M., 154. Otey, Hon. Peter J., 160.
Page, Rev. C. H., 82. Patteson, Dr. Jno. H., 154. Payne, Jno. M., 134. Pendleton, Judge Edmund, 78. Pendleton, Dr. W. G., 108. Peters, Dr. Don Preston, 22.
Munford, Col. George Wythe, 29 Munford, Gen. T. T., 21, 29, 34, 40, 41.
McCausland, Gen. John, 18, 22, 23, 24, 27, 28
McCausland, Mr. H. Glenn, 24.
McCorkle, Samuel, 154.
McDaniel, John R., 154.
McDonald, Alexander, 134.
Mckenzie, Gen., 51.
Mckinley, Maj., 27, 28.
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Nichols, General Francis T., 24. Nowlin, Mr., 114.
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Owen, Dr. Otway, 94. Owens, Rev. Jas. M., 91. Owens, Dr. William, 154. O'Connell, Mr. Mike, 27.
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Peters, Colonel William E., 22. Peyton, Maj. Green, 20, 37, 38. Plecker, Mr. A. H., 25. Porter, Duval, v. Preston, Thos., 134.
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Radford, Col. R. Carlton W., 29, 39. Ramsom, Gen., 27. Radford, William, 83. Radford, Capt. Winston, 39. Ralph, R. A., 107. Ramsuer, Gen. S. D., 20, 27, 37.
20, 31, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 41.
Rawlings, Rev. Jas. M., 133. Reid, Parson, 146. Risque, Major, 146, 154. Rifle Grays, 155. Rosser, Gen. Thomas L., 50, 53.
Robeson, Rev. J. M., 23. Rodes, Gen. Robert E., vi, 18, 19, Rush, Dr. Benjamin, 4. Russell, Robert A., 53.
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Shaner, J. L., 107. St. Clair, Capt., 27. St. Pauls Church, 76. Slaughter, Chas. A., 134. Saunders, Maj. Robt. C., 27.
Shaff, Gen. Morris, 47.
Stratton, Joseph, 146. Stevens, Sergeant Henry Carrington, vi, 96, 101. Sweeny, Maj., 37. Sheridan, Gen., 20. Snead, Miss Georgie Tillman, v.
Stevenson, Mrs. Adlai, 116. Smith, Rev. Franklin G., 83. Smith, Hon. G. W., 39.
Smith, Gen. Francis H., 38. Smith, Rev. W. R. L., 132. Scott, Maj. Samuel, 81. Southerland, Rev. Dr., 127. Shumate, Geo. H., 107. Suter, Rev. Dr. Henderson, 89. Stuart, Gen. J. E. B., 29, 33, 34, 48, 54.
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Tompkins, Miss Polly, 146. Tucker, St. George, 83. Tucker, Mrs. George, 84. Tucker, Bishop, 97. Thurman, Aunt Sally, 146.
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Williams, Mrs. Indiana Fletcher, 83. Williams, Thos. N., 144. Wilmer, Rev. William H., 85.
Wilson, Judge Daniel, 154. Wilson, Wm. V., Jr., 134. Wingfield, Hon. S. G., 134. Whitehead, Thos., 134. Williams, T. N., 134. Williams, Rev. J. H.,
Wilmer, Rev. C. B., 110. Winston, Judge Edmund, 81. Whitehead, Hon. Thos., 144.
Yancey, Mrs. Rosa F., v, vi. Yancey, Capt. Robert D., 134.
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Yancey, Wm. Tudor, 32. Yancey, Wm. T., 134, 144.
Taylor, Chancellor, 154. Taylor, Miss Lucy, 94.
Terrell, Dr. John J., 120, 123.
Terry, R. Stockton, 135. Tompkins, Daniel, 154. Tompkins, Dr. George J., 107, 108.
Vanderslice, Rev. C. G., 127. Vaughan, James, 125, 129, 133. Vawter, Bransford, v.
Virginia Nail Works, 159. Waldron, Robert, 129. Walker, Capt. Jno. Stewart, 67. Walker, Mr. Dan T., 94. Ward, Seth, 83, 85. Watts, Colonel James W., 26. Washington, Gen. George, 77, 147. Wharton, Gen. Gabe C., 18. Whately, W. F., 107.
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