Jeb Stuart’s “Boy Artillerist” From Alabama.
HOW JOHN PELHAM, BY HIS SKILL AND COURAGE, WROTE HIS NAME HIGH ON THE TEMPLE OF FAME.
Just as the Spring came laughing thro’ the strife,
With all her gorgeous cheer—
In the glad April of historic life—
Fell the great cannoneer.
The wondrous lulling of a hero’s breath
His bleeding country weeps;
Hushed—in th’ alabaster arms of Death—
Our young Marcellus sleeps!
Grander and nobler than the child of Rome,
Curbing his chariot steeds,
The knightly scion of a Southern home
Dazzled the world—with deeds!
Gentlest and bravest in the battle’s brunt—
The champion of the Truth—
He bore his banner to the very front
Of our immortal youth.
A clang of sabres ‘mid Virginia’s snow,
The fiery pang of shells—
And there’s a voice of immemorial woe
In Alabama dells.
The pennon droops, that led the sacred band
Along the crimson field;
The meteor blade sinks from the nerveless hand,
Over the spotless shield!
We gazed and gazed upon that beauteous face,
While round the lips and eyes,
Couched in their marble slumber flashed the grace
Of a divine surprise!
Oh! mother of a blessed soul on high,
Thy tears may soon be shed;
Think of thy boy, ‘mid princes of the sky,
Among the Southern dead.
How must he smile on this dull world beneath,
Fevered with swift renown—
He, with the martyr’s amaranthine wreath
Twining the victor’s crown!
The Newsroom friendships: Sloan and Will
∟“But she’s become… I don’t know like a… like a little sister to me, or something.”
If anybody cares to know.
That man, my father, told me a story I was born in a concentration camp but you know that’s impossible. And I never met my mother because she supposedly died there. That’s convenient.
May 7, 2006: Farewell to Highbury (Arsenal 4 - 2 Wigan)
Blinded By the Light sign request
So on and on it will always be true love
Chris Pine for Out (June 2013)