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Southland Times, Volume III, Issue 46, 22 February 1864, Page 5 (Supplement)

" Bury me at Lexington, in the Valley of Virginia." These words, says the I\ T eio Yorh JExpress, are said to have been uttered by that great, good and lamented man, General T. J. Jackson, just before his death; and, in accordance with his sacred command, all that is mortal of the most renowned and successful military genius that the war or probably modern ages have produced, now lies interred within the walls of the Presbyterian cemetery, located in the south-western suburbs of this delightful village. Nothing marks the spot where his mortal remains lie to distinguish his grave from that of others, save a diminutive Confederate flag not larger than a lady's handkerchief. This tiny emblem is fastened to a staff not more than two feet long, and placed at the head of the grave, and there waves as if to illustrate the modest pretensions of the great hero of the Valley of Virginia.' Close by his side a small grave is to be seen, which . contains the remains of his child, who died- a, few years ago, and not far distant is the grave of his first wife, " Elinor, the daughter of George and Julia Jiinkin," with a plain marble slab at the heath His late residence is situate near the -end of the town, and, like everything else planned by him, is modest and unpretending. . . "