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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 21. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Memorial address (search)
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 25. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The career of Wise 's Brigade , 1861 -5 . (search)
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 35. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Officers of Gen. R. E. Lee 's staff. (search)
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 29., The history of the Royall house and its occupants. (search)
Wants
--wanted — to Hire out — For the present year; four Servants, all young, strong and healthy just from the country.
Three House Girls, and a young Negro man. If early application is made, they will hired low. Apply to me at Mr. M Es Cary's on 2d street between Marshall and Clay. J. H. Schooler. fe 16--6
By Hector Davis, Auctioneer.Auction Sale of Negroes and Tobacco Factory Fixtures.
--In pursuance of a certain deed of trust to me from C. W. Jones and C. H. Thorton, (late partners under the style of Jones & Thornton,) dated 2d day of February, 1860, I shall, on Monday, the 18th day of February, 1861, at the Auction Rooms of Hector Davis, at 11 o'clock, proceed to sell, at public auction, to the highest bidder, five slaves, three men and two women.
Also, immediately afterwards, at the Factory, between Main and Cary, and 17th and 18th streets, lately occupied by said Jones & Thornton, all the Factory Fixtures, Furniture, and utensils used by said Jones & Thornton.
Terms.--For the slaves, cash; for the fixtures, all sums under $100, cash; over $100, 4 months, interest added, for negotiable notes, satisfactorily endorsed. R. A. Lancaster. fe 14--dtd
Dead Love.by PhŒbe Cary. We are face to face, and between us here Is the love we thought could never die; Why has it only lived a year?
Who has murdered it — you or I?
No matter who — the deed was done by one or both, and there it lies: The smile from the lip forever gone, And darkness over the beautiful eyes.
Our love is dead, and our hope is wrecked; So what does it profit to talk and rave, Whether it perished by my neglect, Or whether your cruelty dug its grave!
Why should you say that I am to blame, Or why should I charge the sin on you?
Our work is before us all the same, And the guilt of it lies between us two. We have praised our love for its beauty and grace, Now we stand here, and hardly dare To turn the face-cloth back from the face, And see the thing that is hidden there.
Yet look!
ah, that heart has beat its last, And the beautiful life of our life is o'er, And when we have buried and left the past, We two, together can walk no more.
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