among our most gallant Confederate soldiers. In the line were (besides a number of artillery and infantry volunteer companies) several remnants of Ashby's old cavalry, the Maryland Confederate Army and Navy Society, 400 strong; survivors of Murray's company of the Maryland line, a large number of the old "foot cavalry" who followed Stonewall Jackson, and numbers of the men who rode with Ashby.
In carriages were Governor Holliday, General John T. Morgan, of Alabama; Rev. Dr. A. C. Hopkins, the chaplain of the old Second Virginia infantry; J. Wm. Jones, secretary Southern Historical Society; General Fauntleroy, General W. H. F. Lee, General Eppa Hunton, General Marcus J. Wright, Colonel Wm. Allan, Hon. A. M. Keiley, Judge Jos. H. Sherrard, president of the Monumental Association; Mrs. Mary E. Kurtz, president, and other lady officers of the Virginia Shaft Association, and a number of other invited guests.
As the procession moved through the principal streets, amid the waving of handkerchiefs and the cheers of the crowd (the veterans bearing a number of tattered Confederate battle-flags), one was very forcibly reminded of the brave old days when the battle raged to and fro through these streets.
At the cemetery, the monument was unveiled by Governor Holliday, Rev. Dr. Hopkins led in an anpropriate prayer, Dr. J. Wm. Jones read the report of the monument committee, Governor Holliday made an eloquent and appropriate address in introducing the orator of the day, and General John T. Morgan, United States Senator from Alabama, made a magnificent oration worthy of the occasion and the reputation of this gallant soldier and distinguished statesman.
The people of Winchester threw wide open their doors, and entertained all comers with the princely hospitality which always characterized them.
It will be a sad pleasure to hearts all over the South, which bleed afresh as they think of manly forms which marched forth at the call of Duty, but came not back again to their accustomed places, to know that they sleep well beneath this green sod, with these noble women to deck their graves, these grand old mountains to sentinel their tombs, and these clear streams to murmur their praises.
But let us see to it that we build them a monument more enduring than marble, "more lasting than bronze," as we put on record the true story of their heroic deeds, and enshrine them forever in the hearts of generations yet unborn.
