Friday, March 18, 2011

Love for his Son and Faith in God.

I'm still digging into the Newport News Murders, I hope to have more info soon.

In the meanwhile, a true account from a guy who was in the WBTS.

The Parson who led the charge at Brook Church.
By Carlton McCarthy, 2nd Co. Richmond Howitzers

The day General Stuart fell, mortally wounded, there was a severe fight in the woods not far from the old Brook Church, a few miles from Richmond ; the enemy was making a determined stand, in order to gain time to repair a bridge which they were compelled to use, and the Confederate infantry skirmishers were pushing them hard. The fighting was stubborn and the casualties on the Confederate side very numerous. In the midst of the fight a voice was heard shouting, “Where's my boy? I m looking for my boy”! Soon the owner of the voice appeared, tall, slim, aged, with silver gray hair, dressed in a full suit of broadcloth. A tall silk hat and a clerical collar and cravat completed his attire. His voice, familiar to the people of Virginia, was deep and powerful. As he continued to shout, the men replied, “Go back, old gentleman ; you'll get hurt here. Go back ; go back” !
No, no ; said he, I can go any where my boy has to go, and the Lord is here. I want to see my boy, and I will see him” ! Then the order, “Forward” ! was given and the men made once more for the enemy. The old gentleman, his beaver in one hand, a big stick in the other, his long hair flying, shouting, ; “Come on, boys” ! he disappeared in the depths of the woods, well in front. He was a Methodist minister, an old member of the Virginia Conference, but his carriage that day was soldierly and grand. One thought that his boy was there made the old man feel that he might brave the danger, too. No man who saw him there will ever forget the parson who led the charge at Brook Church.

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