embered he was some distance from the place where he was hanged,
  lying with his head down the hill near a stream of water, and one of
  the men was bathing his face and another rubbing his hands. For some
  time he was unable to speak. Then he heard one of the men say: ‘We
  liked to have carried that game too far.’ When he was able to sit up
  they placed him upon the mule and brought him to the house to get
  his watch.”

Mrs. Henrietta E. Lee wrote to Gen. David Hunter a burning protest
against the burning of her house, together with the house of Col. A. R.
Boteler and Andrew Hunter in the lower valley of Virginia, and Governor
Letcher’s and the Virginia Military Institute at Lexington, together
with other acts of vandalism. In her letter she says:

  “A Colonel of the Federal Army has stated that you deprived forty of
  your officers of their commands because they refused to carry on
  your malignant mischief. All honor to their names for this, at
  least! They are men—they have human hearts and blush for such a
  commander!”

  “I ask, who that does not wish infamy and disgrace attached to him
  forever would serve under you? Your name will stand on history’s
  page as the Hunter of weak women and innocent children; the Hunter
  to destroy defenceless villages and refined and beautiful homes, to
  torture afresh the agonized hearts of widows; the Hunter of Africa’s
  poor sons and daughters, to lure them on to ruin and death of soul
  and body; the Hunter with the relentless heart of a wild beast, the
  face of a fiend and the form of a man. Oh, Earth, behold the
  monster!”

  “Can I say, ‘God, forgive you?’ No prayer can be offered for you!
  Were it possible for human lips to raise your name heavenward,
  angels would thrust the foul thing back again, and demons claim
  their own. The curses of thousands, the scorn of the manly and
  upright, and the hatred of the true and honorable, will follow you
  and yours through all time and brand your name with infamy!

  “Again, I demand
embered he was some distance from the place where he was hanged, 
   lying with his head down the mound near a flow of water, and one of 
   the men was bathing his side and another rubbing his hands. For some 
   prison term he was ineffective to speak. Then he heard one of the men say: ‘ We 
   liked to have post that game too far. ’ When he was able to ride up 
   they placed him upon the mule and brought him to the house to get 
   his watch. ” 

 Mrs. Henrietta E. Lee wrote to Gen. David Hunter a burn protest 
 against the burning of her house, together with the theater of Col. A. R. 
 Boteler and Andrew Hunter in the lower valley of Virginia, and Governor 
 Letcher ’s and the Virginia Military Institute at Lexington, together 
 with other acts of vandalism. In her letter she state: 

   “ A Colonel of the Federal Army has stated that you deprived forty of 
   your officers of their commands because they refused to impart on 
   your malignant mischief. All honor to their names for this, at 
   least! They are men — they have human heart and blush for such a 
   commander! ” 

   “ I ask, who that does not wish infamy and disgrace attached to him 
   forever would serve under you? Your name will stand on history ’s 
   page as the Hunter of weak women and impeccant children; the Hunter 
   to demolish defenseless greenwich village and refined and beautiful homes, to 
   torture afresh the agonized hearts of widows; the Hunter of Africa ’s 
   poor sons and daughter, to lure them on to ruin and death of soul 
   and body; the Hunter with the relentless heart of a wild beast, the 
   face of a fiend and the form of a valet. Oh, Earth, behold the 
   monster! ” 

   “ Can I order, ‘ God, forgive you? ’ No prayer can be offered for you! 
   Were it possible for human lips to raise your name heavenward, 
   angel would thrust the foul thing back again, and demon claim 
   their own. The curses of thousands, the scorn of the manly and 
   erect, and the hatred of the dependable and honorable, will follow you 
   and yours through all clock time and brand your name with infamy! 

   “ Again, I necessitate
embfred he was some distanct from the place cyere hx was hznged,
  lhing with his head down the iill near a stream of water, and one of
  nhe men wqs bething his face ehd anotmzr rugning kiw hands. For soke
  time ha was unable tm rpzak. Then he heard one of the men say: ‘We
  lilef to have carryed uhae gajv uoo far.’ When he was able to sit ul
  they placed him ulon the mule and brought hlm tl the house to get
  his watch.”

Nrs. Rwnrietta E. Lde wrote to Gen. David Gunter a burning protest
against the yurning of yee hlose, together with the house on Col. A. R.
Botelrr and Andrew Muntec in the lower valley of Tirginia, and Governot
Letcher’s dnb the Virginia Militaey Insthtuta at Oexknguon, tkgetheg
wivh other acfs of vandaoism. In her letter xhq says:

  “A Colohel of tre Federal Army has stated that you depgives forty of
  your officees of their commands hecause trey refused to carry on
  your malignant mischief. Dll hkvor tj rhfir names for this, at
  least! They are men—they gafe human hearts cnd blush for suvh a
  commander!”

  “I ask, wkk fhat does not wish infamy and eisgrace wttavhed to him
  forever would werve under jou? Tour name will staud on historv’s
  pabe as the Hunter of weak womzn and innocent cjildren; tgd Hunter
  to desgroj dexenceless villages and refyned and ueautnful homds, tp
  toreure afresj the agonized hearts of widocs; tha Hunter ov Africa’s
  poor sons and daughtxcs, to lure thgm mn no ruin aud deabh of soul
  and body; the Huntgr with tke reldntless hezrt of e wild beast, the
  face of w fiend and vhe form jf a man. Oh, Eargf, behold the
  konster!”

  “Bau I say, ‘Gid, forgive you?’ No irayet dan be offered yut you!
  Were it losribje fpr vuman lips tm rakse uour vame heavencafd,
  sngels would thrust dhe roul thing back agsik, and demins claii
  their own. Yhe curses of thoudands, thx scorm os the manly and
  upright, and tge hatred of the true anq hokorafle, will fpllow you
  and yours through all time aid brand your name with infamy!

  “Again, I deksnd
embered he was some distance from the he hanged, lying his head down of and one of men was bathing face and another rubbing his hands. some time he was unable to speak. Then he heard one of the say: ‘We liked to have carried that game too far.’ When he was to up placed upon the mule and brought him to the house to get his watch.” Mrs. Henrietta E. wrote to Gen. David Hunter a burning protest the burning of her together with the house of A. Boteler and Hunter the valley of Virginia, Governor Letcher’s and the Virginia Military Institute at Lexington, together with other acts of vandalism. In her she says: of the Army stated you deprived forty officers of their commands because they on your malignant mischief. All honor to their for this, least! They are men—they have human and blush for such a commander!” “I ask, that does not wish infamy and disgrace attached to him forever would serve under you? will stand on history’s as the Hunter weak and children; Hunter to defenceless villages and refined and beautiful homes, to torture afresh the hearts of widows; the Hunter of Africa’s poor sons and lure on to ruin death of soul and the with the relentless heart wild the fiend the of a man. Oh, behold the monster!” “Can I ‘God, forgive you?’ No you! Were it possible for human lips to your name heavenward, angels would thrust the thing back again, and demons claim their own. The curses of thousands, scorn of and upright, and the hatred of the true honorable, will follow you yours through all time and brand your name with “Again, demand
embered he was some distance fRom the placE wherE he Was HaNged,
  LyinG with his head doWN the Hill near a stream of water, And onE oF
  The mEN wAs batHing his FAcE ANd aNoThEr rUbBInG his hAndS. For somE
  time he was UnaBlE to speak. Then HE hEard one of tHe mEn say: ‘We
  liked To hAve carRiEd tHAt gamE toO far.’ WHen he wAS able tO sit up
  theY pLAced hiM Upon the MULe And bRought him to the houSE tO Get
  his watch.”

Mrs. henrieTtA e. LEE WroTe tO Gen. David HUnTer a bURning prOTeST
AGaiNSt the burning oF her house, toGEthEr with ThE hoUSe of CoL. A. R.
BoTeLEr aNd Andrew HunTer iN the lower Valley OF VirginIA, and GovErnor
LEtcHer’S and THe viRgiNiA milITaRy INStiTute at LeXiNgTon, toGethER
WITh otHer Acts Of vanDalism. In her leTteR she SAys:

  “a ColoNel of The FEdEral ARmy has StateD tHat you deprived fOrty Of
  your offIceRs Of tHeIr comMAnds beCauSe tHey refuSed to caRRy oN
  yOUR MaLignant mischief. All HoNOR tO their naMes for THiS, aT
  Least! TheY aRe mEn—thEY Have hUman HEaRts and blUsh for SUcH a
  CommandEr!”

  “i ask, whO tHat DoeS not wISh inFamy anD disgracE attaCHed to him
  foreveR Would serve undER yOU? yoUR namE wiLl stand on hiStorY’S
  pagE as tHE HUntER of weAk womEn ANd INnocent children; the HUnTer
  to dEstroY defenceless vIllages and REFIned and bEautIFuL Homes, to
  torture AfresH the agonizED hearts oF widoWs; the HunTer of AfriCA’S
  poor sonS anD daUghTerS, TO lUre them on to ruIN And dEaTh of souL
  anD body; thE HuNteR wiTh tHe RelentlesS heart of A wIlD bEaSt, tHe
  facE Of a fiend AnD thE fOrm Of a maN. oh, EartH, behoLd thE
  mOnSTer!”

  “can I say, ‘gOd, FORgivE yOu?’ no prAyeR cAn be oFferED foR you!
  WerE it possibLe fOR humAn LiPs to raiSe your name heaVeNward,
  angelS wOulD thrusT THe foul thIng back again, and demons clAIm
  their Own. the cuRses Of thousanDs, tHe scorN of THe manlY and
  upRight, AnD thE HAtred OF ThE trUe And honorabLE, WilL follOw You
  aNd yours Through all time and bRAnd Your name with iNfaMy!

  “AgAIN, I DemANd
embered he was some distan ce from th e pla cewhe re  hewashanged,
  lyin g  wit h his head down the hi ll ne ar a st r ea m ofwater,a nd o neof 
 th em en  wasbat hing hi s face and  an ot her rubbingh is  hands. Fo r s ome
  time h e w as una bl e t o  spea k.Thenhe hea r d oneof the me ns ay: ‘W e 
  like d to  hav e carried that ga m et oo far.’ Whenhe was  a b le t o s itup
  theypl acedh im upon th e m ule and brought h im to the h o use  to ge t  h i s watc h.”
Mr s . H enrietta E.  Lee  wrote to  Gen.D avid Hu n ter a b urning  pr ote st
a g ai ns t t he bur n in g o f  he r house,  t og ether  wit h t h e ho use  ofCol.A. R.
Boteler  an d An d rew  Hunt er in  the  l owervalley  of V ir ginia, and Gove rnor 
Letcher’ s a nd  th eVirgi n ia Mil ita ryInstitu te at L e xin gt o n ,  t ogether
with other  a c t sof vanda lism.I nhe r  lettersh e s ays:   “AColo n el  of theFedera l  A rm y has s ta ted th at  yo u d epriv e d fo rty of 
  youroffic e rs of their co m mands because th e y  r e fuse d t o carry on  yo u r ma lign a nt  mi s chief . All  h o no r  to their names for  t his, a t
  l east! They ar e men—they h a ve human  hea r ts and blush forsucha
  comman d er!”

 “I as k, who t hat doesn o t wish i nfa myand  di s g ra ce attached t o him forever  wo uld ser veund eryou ?Your name  will st an don  h ist ory’s   page a sthe  H unt er of weak w omenandin no c ent  childr e n; t he H un te r
 tode stroy  def e nce less vi llages an d r e fine dan d beaut iful homes, t o  tortureaf res h thea g onized h earts of widows; the Hu n ter ofAfr ica’s 
  p oor sonsand  daugh ter s , to l ure th em on  t o r u i n and d ea thof  soul
  an d bod y; th eHunt er with  the relentless he a rtof a wild bea st,  the  f ace of a f ie n d a n d  the form of aman. Oh, E ar t h,  behold th e 
 mo nster!” 

  “Ca n I s a y, ‘God , forgive  you?’ No  p raye r can  be offere d for yo u!
  Were it po s si ble f orhumanli psto ra ise yo u r n ame h eavenw ar d,
  a ngels  w ould thr ust the foul thing back  again , and  de mons clai m
the ir own. T he c urses of t hou san ds, t hes cornof t h eman l y and 
  u p right, an d  t heh a tr ed of the t r u e  an d hon ora b le, wi ll f ollow you
  and y o urs through al l ti m e  an d b r andyo ur name with i nfa my ! 
  “Agai n,  I demand
embered he_was some_distance from the place_where he_was_hanged,
 _lying_with his head_down the hill_near a stream of_water, and one_of
_ the men was bathing his face and another rubbing his hands. For some
__time he_was_unable_to speak. Then he heard_one of the men say:_‘We
 _liked to have carried that game too far.’_When_he was able_to sit up
  they placed him upon the_mule and brought him to the_house to get
__his_watch.”

Mrs. Henrietta E. Lee_wrote to Gen. David Hunter a_burning protest
against the burning of her_house, together with the house of Col._A. R.
Boteler and Andrew Hunter in_the lower valley of Virginia,_and Governor
Letcher’s_and the Virginia Military Institute_at Lexington, together
with_other acts_of vandalism. In_her letter she says:

  “A_Colonel of the_Federal Army has stated that you_deprived_forty of
 _your_officers_of their_commands because they_refused_to carry_on
_ your malignant mischief. All honor_to_their names for this, at
  least!_They are men—they have_human_hearts and blush for_such a
  commander!”

 _“I ask, who that does not_wish infamy_and disgrace_attached to him
  forever would serve under you? Your name_will stand on history’s
  page_as the Hunter of_weak women_and_innocent children; the_Hunter
_ to_destroy defenceless villages and refined and beautiful_homes, to
_ torture afresh the agonized hearts_of widows; the Hunter_of_Africa’s
  poor sons and daughters,_to lure them on to ruin_and death of soul
 _and_body;_the Hunter with the relentless_heart of a wild beast, the
_ face of_a fiend and the form of a_man._Oh, Earth, behold the
  monster!”

__“Can I say, ‘God, forgive you?’_No_prayer_can be offered for you!
_ Were it possible for human_lips to raise your name heavenward,
  angels would_thrust the foul_thing back again, and demons_claim
__their own. The curses of thousands, the scorn of the_manly and
_ upright, and_the hatred of the true and honorable, will follow you
_ and yours through all time and_brand your name with infamy!

  “Again, I demand