December 17.—Miss W., Mrs. M., and myself went to Mr. Watson’s grave. We got there in time to see the coffin lowered, and the sod cover his remains. I trust his spirit has gone “where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.” He was laid with the true and the brave. No one could wish “couch more magnificent.”
Kate Cumming: A Journal of Hospital Life in the Confederate Army of Tennessee.
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