Bankhead Magruder School
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MAGRUDER, John Bankhead, soldier,
born in Winchester, Virginia, 15 August, 1810; died in Houston, Texas, 19
February, 1871. He was graduated at the United States military academy in
1830, assigned to the artillery, and served in the west, in Maine, and at
Fort McHenry, Baltimore. In the Mexican war he commanded the light battery
of General Pillow's division, and was brevetted major for gallantry at Cerro
Gordo, and lieutenant-colonel for Chapultepec, where he was severely
wounded. After the war he served in Maryland, California, and Newport, Rhode
Island, where he was in command of Fort Adams. While holding this last post
he added greatly to the gayety of Newport by the splendid entertainments
that he gave at the fort during the fashionable season. When Virginia
seceded, he resigned his commission, that of captain of artillery, and
entered the Confederate army. After gaining the battle of Big Bethel, he was
made brigadier-general and placed in command of the Confederate forces on
the peninsula, with his headquarters at Yorktown, where for several weeks he
opposed the advance of the national army. He was then promoted major-general
and took part in the seven days' fighting around Richmond, especially in the
battle of Malvern Hill. On 16 October, 1862, he was placed in command of the
Department of Texas, and on 1 January, 1863, he recovered Galveston from the
National forces, capturing the steamer "Harriet Lane," and dispersing for a
time the blockading squadron. He remained in command in Texas until the
close of the war, when he entered the army of Maximilian in Mexico, with the
rank of major-general, serving until the emperor's downfall and execution.
He then returned to the United States and lectured, in Baltimore and other
cities, on Mexico. In 1869 he settled in Houston, where he remained until
his death.--His niece, Julia, author, born in Charlottesville, Virginia, 14
September, 1854, has published "Across the Chasm," anonymous (New York,
1885); "At Anchor" (Philadelphia, 1887); and "A Magnificent Plebeian" (New
York, 1887).
Courtesy of
http://www.famousamericans.net/ |
John Bankhead Magruder (01 May 1807 - 18 Feb 1871)
Title: John Bankhead Magruder, Major General,
C.S.A. Courtesy of
http://historichamptonroads.com/hm_magruder.htm, |
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Old Galveston City Cemetery Galveston Galveston County Texas, USA
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=pis&GRid=11021& |
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http://www.multied.com/Bio/CWcGENS/CSAMAGRUDER.html
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http://www.generalsandbrevets.com/sgm/magruder.htm
http://www.generalsandbrevets.com/sgm/magruder2.htm
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http://www.civilwarhome.com/magruderbigbethelor.htm
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- Courtesy
of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 10/24/03.
Thanks, Dave!
"Not the Ash Grove, but the river, alone is my home --- "
- Carla Fine, May 1965
~*~*~*~*~*~
by John Oxenford
The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking,
The wind [harp] through it playing has language for me.
Whenever the light through its branches is breaking
A host of kind faces is gazing on me.
The friends of my childhood again are before me,
Each step wakes a memory as freely I roam.
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o'er me,
The ash grove, the ash grove again [alone] is my home.
My laughter is over, my step loses lightness,
Old countryside measures steal soft on my ear;
I only remember the past and its brightness,
The dear ones I mourn [long] for again gather here.
From out of the shadows their loving looks greet me
And wistfully searching the leafy green dome,
I find other faces fond bending to greet me,
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.
My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness
No dream of my future my spirit can cheer;
I only can brood on the past and its brightness,
The dead I have mourned are again living here.
From ev'ry dark nook they press forward to meet me;
I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome,
And others are there looking downward to greet me;
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.
"The Ash Grove" lyrics courtesy of http://www.gurman.org/ashgrove/.
"The Ash Grove" midi courtesy of http://www.geocities.com/cigneto/thcmid/a/AshGrove1.mid.