Friday, August 22, 2025

From the January 19, 1902 BIRMINGHAM POST-HERALD 

 But I want to go back to history. Yesterday I was fortunate enough to have Judge Cochrane, that old-time, modern ideal mayor, with big, wholesome heart, to take me on a ride to some of the old places. We went to where the old factory stood during the war, and where bales of cotton thread were sold, 100 only per day, at $5 each; to the old Governor's mansion; to the old State Capitol; to the modern places; to the industries, to the old colonial houses, so noticeable; and to the buildings where Yankee prisoners were guarded in the sixties. I passed these places and as their histories were told to me, I could not but wish I had lived in the picturesque, grand days gone by.

 The story of the killing of a Yankee prisoner by a Confederate guard, because he looked out of a window persistently, was exceeding sad.

The poor man was deaf, he was tired and he looked longingly out of a window the world passing by. The guard below had instructions not to allow such action. He ordered the prisoner to move once, thrice, several times. Then he shot and the prisoner fell headlong to the ground dead. That Incident is still spoken or regretfully by old and young alike, especially by old soldiers.

At the old Governor's mansion, where I was told of those days when grandeur reigned, where beauty was not shorn of the joys which one experiences when spending money, adorning and bejeweling it, and when love was not a question of dollars or acres, I wanted to change the present life to that of past. Then, too, I wished for the State of Alabama to buy its present Governor a house commensurate with the dignity of his position. Many other States have such homes and this one certainly should not be behind procession. Last night I went over to the old State Capitol-now occupied Giles' Central Female College, noted throughout.

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