Identifier: cu31924075243828 (find matches)
Title: Life of Capt. Joseph Fry, the Cuban martyr. Being a faithful record of his remarkable career from childhood to the time of his heroic death at the hands of Spanish executioners; recounting his experience as an officer in the U. S. and Confederate navies, and revealing much of the inner history and secret marine service of the late Civil War in America
Year: 1875 (1870s)
Authors: Walker, Jeanie Mort
Subjects: Fry, Joseph, 1826-1873 Virginius (Steamer)
Publisher: Hartford, J. B. Burr
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ection. It is full of that poetrywhich sometimes comes to the most common-place man or woman in the sudden prospect ofdeath. It is the purest breathing of conjugaland parental affection at a moment when all thedross subsides from earthly passion, and theheart is left clean and pure upon the brink ofthe grave. At that sad hour, with all that is grand andBweet in life fading away, and the amazement ofthe tomb confronting him, Captain Fry com-pressed his thoughts with a simple eloquencethat is not always attained by a practiced writer,even under the inspiration of a sympathetictheme. He avers that the anguish of his wifeis his sole regret in dying, mentions with a verypardonable pride the proofs of respect and at-tachment he has received, even from the Presi^*dent of the court-martial, expresses the satisfac-tion of a gentleman in having been recognizedas one, commends himself to the children whomhe is forever leaving, adjures his wife to turnfor consolation to Him alone who permits this
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OT03HAPw=o ay v/ashbuRn, new Orleans FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 443 fearful agony, bids her hot dread death, for thatwhen it comes it will come as an angel of rest,and announces, with the dignity of a man whpseface is damp with the breeze from the unknownworld, that he dies in the religion of his child-hood. Wherever the story of the Virginiusoutrage shall go, the story of this letter willgo too. It is a letter that many an eye willweep to read, and that any man at such anextremity might envy the power of being ableto write. On Board the Spanish Man-of-Wab La Tornado, Santiago de Cuba, November 6, 1873. Dear, dear Dita : When I left you I had noidea that we should never meet again in thisworld; but it seems strange to me that I shouldto-night, and on Annies birthday, be calmlyseated, on a beautiful moonlight night, in a mostbeautiful bay in Cuba, to take my last leave ofyou, my own dear, sweet wife! and with thethought of your bitter anguish my only regretat leaving. «I have been tried to

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