Manuscript copy of 'In Memoriam: Albert Sidney Johnstone' (page 2)

A second sheet of lined paper, in the same cursive hand and brown ink, continuing the verse begun on page 066.

    Than the dead Soldier     Who Sleeps here!

The cause for which he perished is lost — The people for whom he fought are crushed — The hopes in which he trusted are shattered — The flag he loved guides no longer more the charging     But his fame,                   lines; Consigned to the keeping of that time, Which, unhappily, is not so much the         Tomb of Virtue as its Shrine, Shall, in years to come, fire modest worth     to noble ends.

In honor, now, our great Captain rests; A bereaved people mourn him: Three Commonwealths proudly claim him; And history shall cherish him among         those choicer Spirits, Who holding their consciences unmixed         with Blame, Have been, in all conjunctures, True to themselves, their country and their         God.