Camp Chase Confederate Cemetery
Camp Chase Confederate Cemetery
Within it's walls are the remains of 2,260 Confederate soldiers; all but 31 reportedly died while held at the neighboring Camp Chase Confederate Prisoner Camp.
It is said, a melancholy ghost haunts the rows at Camp Chase Confederate Cemetery. Her name, according to some, is Louisiana Rainsburgh Briggs, but she's better known as the Lady in Grey. She weeps quietly over the grave of one Benjamin F. Allen, a private in the 50th Tennessee Regiment, Company D. Allen's grave is number 233 out of 2,260 Confederate soldiers laid to rest in this two-acre plot in the capital city of a very Northern state.
This hallowed was at one time cared for by The UDC. It is now in the hands of yankee charity....I Ask, Where are these Ladies Now?...PoP
Decking Southern Soldiers' Graves
by A.W. Slayback
Beautiful feet, with maidenly tread,
Offerings bring to the gallant dead.
Footsteps light press the sacred sod
Of heroes untimely ascended to God.
Bring spring flowers! in fragrant perfume
And offer sweet prayers for a merciful doom.
Beautiful hands! ye deck the graves,
Above the dust of the Southern braves.
Here was extinguished their manly fire,
Who scorned to flinch from the foeman's ire.
Bring spring flowers! the laurel and rose,
And deck ye the graves where your friends repose.
Beautiful eyes! the tears ye shed
Are brighter than diamonds to those who bled;
Spurned is the cause they fell to save,
But "little they'll reck," if ye honor the brave.
Bring spring flowers! with tears and praise,
And chant o'er their tombs your grateful lays.
Beautiful lips! ye trembled now,
Memory wakens the sleeping one's vow;
Mute are the lips and faded the forms,
That never knelt, save to God and your charms.
Bring spring flowers! all dewy with morn,
And think how they loved ye, whose graves ye adorn.
Beautiful hearts! of matron and maid,
Faithful were ye, when Apostles betrayed!
Here are your loved and cherished ones laid,
Peace to their ashes, the flowers ye strew
Are monuments worthy the faithful and true.
Bring spring flowers! perfume their sod,
With annual incense to glory and God.
I Ask, Where are these Ladies Now?