some time on the monument of Stonewall Jackson, in which Valentine has given us a very Jackson in bronze, and meditated on the career of this great soldier and what might have been had God spared him to lead longer his victorious legions. But in turning away from Jackson's grave, my eye fell on a modest marble slab, on which was carved the name of Wilson Scott Newman. Pausing to drop a tear on the grave of my brave army comrade, I said: "Your name will not go sounding down the ages like that of the great chieftain who sleeps beneath yonder* bronze; but for true patriotism, chivalric bearing and heroic self-sacrifice, you had no superior, and it is meet that your grave is near that of Stonewall Jackson himself."
During the first year of the war there were enlisted in the Louisa Blues five brothers named Trice. The eldest one, against his earnest protest, was discharged at Harper's Ferry in May, 1861, "on account of physical disability." But as soon as he got home he joined another company, which was assigned to the Fifty-sixth Virginia regiment and was in Fort Donelson when Grant made his attack upon it. He had been wounded four times and ordered from the field, but when his regiment then made a brilliant charge, he was among the foremost in the advance, displaying conspicuous gallantry, using his musket for a crutch, and finally fell, pierced with many bullets. At Games' Mill, Va., June 27, 1862, the Thirteenth Virginia, being deployed as skirmishers, captured a number of prisoners. The second brother, "Tap" Price, was sent to the rear, against his earnestly expressed wish, in charge of prisoners, and instead of using this as a good excuse to keep out of the fight, he turned his prisoners over to some men who were detailed to guard them and hurried to the front to join his regiment. But the command had changed position and he failed to find it until the battle began to rage furiously all along the line. Just then he found the Fifty-sixth
