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RECOLLECTIONS OF A CONFEDERATE GENERAL BY JUBAL DE BROOKE
Liverpool, England, January, 1864.
Sarah was laid to rest two weeks after her death. We stood by the lip of the grave in St James’ Cemetery in Liverpool as the clergyman concluded the liturgy. It was a cold January morning, though not so cold as to freeze the ground and keep the grave-diggers from their work. A cape of overcast cloud threatened rain, but none came.
We mourners formed a queue behind Thomas McConville, who tossed a handful of earth onto the casket before retreating to the cortège on the avenue a few yards away.
After a short while, I joined him.
“How is your wound, Jubal?” He looked at me with a concerned expression.
“There’s a little discomfort, but no pain.” I touched my side, still bandaged, but now witho
