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Title: Bull run to Bull run; or, Four years in the army of northern Virginia. Containing a detailed account of the career and adventures of the Baylor Light Horse, Company B., Twelfth Virginia Cavalry, C. S. A., with leaves from my scrap-book
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Baylor, George, b. 1843
Subjects: Virginia cavalry. 12th regiment, 1862-1865 United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Regimental histories Virginia Cavalry 12th Company B
Publisher: Richmond, B. F. Johnson Publishing Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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en of the Jury: I have sought to lay this casebefore you in a calm and dispassionate manner. I have triedto do no wrong or injustice to this defendant. I know thereare hearts here yearning for his restoration to liberty. Ireverence the feelings and emotions of the parental heart.They are the attributes in fallen man which show likest God.Give these feelings a lodgment in your breast, but, remem-ber, while you look on this defendant, and your hearts beatin sympathy and compassion for his aged father and mother,there is another household in which is seated the wife, whomhe has ruthlessly widowed, and five infant children, who waitin vain for the touch of a vanished hand, the sound of a voicethat is still These no longer gather around their fathershumble bench to beguile his labors with their childish sports;the bench is vacant; the sound of his hammer is heard nomore; their voices have lost their music; their little hearts aresad as they look mournfully out on the world and ask its(374)
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Wm. L. Wilson. ^j6 Leaves From My Scrap-Book. charity. These claim from you a tear. But if this helplesswidow and these orphan children do not appeal to you forjustice, recall for a moment his victim, feeble in health, hiscrutches at his side, wounded, afflicted, bearing on his personthe honorable scars of war, amid the throes of poverty, man-fully, yes, heroically, battling with the waves of adverse for-tune, nobly performing that highest and holiest duty of ahusband and a father—the maintenance and support of hisfamily—toiling in the late twilight of a Saturday evening inhis humble little shop in your town, long after the strong andvigorous had retired from their labors, suddenly strickendown, and in a manner so brutal and so despicable as not toleave even a spark of manhood to lend either virtue or dignityto the crime. In a country that boasts of its chivalry, theperson of the weak, the feeble, and the afflicted, should everbe sacred, and he who violates that sanctity not only

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