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1Author:  Southall, James P. C. (James Powell Cocke), b. 1871.Add
 Title:  In the days of my youth when I was a student in the University of Virginia, 1888-1893.  
 Published:  2000 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: ALMOST MY EARLIEST RECOLLECTION OF RICHMOND, WHERE I grew up, is the scene of a vast concourse of people assembled in Capitol Square between the Washington Monument and the Governor's Mansion, to witness the unveiling of the statue of Stonewall Jackson, and to listen to Dr. Hoge's eloquent oration which was a chief part of the ceremony on that impressive occasion. That was in 1875 when I was four years old; yet somehow I was certainly there that day in the midst of the throng, and while I remember the spectacle almost as vividly as if I had seen it yesterday, I cannot recall whether I was with my mother and father or simply with my dear old mammy, Malvina. In those days of my early boyhood, Richmond on the James, outwardly, not yet inwardly recovered from the ugly scars of the Civil War, was an historic and picturesque old residential town that stretched or sprawled several miles from Church Hill — the site of St. John's Church where Patrick Henry a century ago had shouted "Give me liberty, or give me death! "— westward as far as Hollywood Cemetery, where ... sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest. The port of Rocketts at the foot of Church Hill and just below the Falls of James River was the head of tidewater, as far up the big river as a steamer could come; so if you had a mind to go to Norfolk by the sea about a hundred miles away, you might get on board a side-wheeler, somewhat ironically called the Ariel, which used to leave the wharf at Rocketts early in the morning and was lucky if it got to Norfolk by bedtime that evening. How ever, if you were in a hurry, you had another alternative and could go by train, changing cars in Petersburg; although, even then it was doubtful whether you would reach Norfolk ahead of the Ariel, for in the days of my youth trains in Virginia were almost invariably long behind time. Time was not so precious then as it is now, and the truth is it usually did not matter much when you reached your destination.
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