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  Hancock St. , before its removal to S. Jefferson St.
Confederate Soldier's Monument
                     Unveiled 1912, was at intersection of W. Hancock and S. Wilkinson St.
                      Relocated to S. Jefferson St. across from Georgia Military Gates.

 Patrick Kane,  overseer for the Jarrett plantation
            was the only fatality when Sherman occupied Milledgeville in 1864.

The Civil War
Milledgeville, Baldwin Co. Ga
Brown's Hospital 1864
Milledgeville Hospitals 
Juvenile Society for the
Relief of Soldiers
Journals-Diaries (links)
Georgia Military Institute Cadets
Who Served in the Civil War.
Kentucky Confederates
1864 Militia Census
Prisoners of War
Sherman's March through Milledgeville 
 Harper's Weekly (link)
Southern Claims
State Arsenal
Union Soldiers
was in process of construction at Savannah, Ga., by H. F. Willink.
Launched just before the evacuation of that city on 21 December 1864, 
she was burned and sunk to prevent her capture by Union forces.
The Homespun Dress
by Carrie Belle Sinclair

Oh, yes, I am a Southern girl,
And glory in the name,
And boast it with far greater pride
Than glittering wealth and fame.
We envy not the Northern girl
Her robes of beauty rare,
Though diamonds grace her snowy neck
And pearls bedeck her hair.

Hurrah! Hurrah!
For the sunny South so dear;
Three cheers for the homespun dress
The Southern ladies wear!

The homespun dress is plain, I know,
My hat's palmetto, too;
But then it shows what Southern girls
For Southern rights will do.
We send the bravest of our land
To battle with the foe,
And we will lend a helping hand
We love the South, you know.

Now Northern goods are out of date;
And since old Abe's blockade,
We Southern girls can be content
With goods that's Southern made.
We send our sweethearts to the war;
But, dear girls, never mind
Your soldier-love will ne'er forget
The girl he left behind.

The soldier is the lad for me
A brave heart I adore;
And when the sunny South is free,
And when fighting is no more,
I'll choose me then a lover brave
From all that gallant band;
The soldier lad I love the best
Shall have my heart and hand.

The Southern land's a glorious land,
And has a glorious cause;
Then cheer, three cheers for Southern rights,
And for the Southern boys!
We scorn to wear a bit of silk,
A bit of Northern lace,
But make our homespun dresses up,
And wear them with a grace.

And now, young man, a word to you:
If you would win the fair,
Go to the field where honor calls,
And win your lady there.
Remember that our brightest smiles
Are for the true and brave,
And that our tears are all for those
Who fill a soldier's grave.

 Eileen Babb McAdams copyright 2004 -2011