SOLDIER
revealed in the Intimate Letters of*
9»* GEORGE RPICKEIT G&/L
GIFT OF EVGENE MEYER, JR.
9k HEART/* SOLDIER
92* HEART/* SOLDIER
rpvealetiim the Intimate Letters of
?* GEORGE E.PICKETT G&Jl
Copyright 1913 by Seth Moyle (Inc.) Copyright IQI2 by the Pictorial Review Company Copyright 1908 by The S. S. McClure Company
Published by SETH MOYLE (Incorporate^ NEW YORK
FORE WORD
pOR half a century these letters have lain •*• locked away from the world, the lines fading upon the yellowed pages, their every •word enshrined in the heart of the noble woman to whom they were written. To her they came filled with the thunder of guns, the lightning of unsheathed swords, the tu multuous rage in the heart of the storm; but through them all the radiance of a pure de votion outshone the battle flash and the lyric of a great love rose above the cannon's roar. To their possessor, naturally, these letters are sacred and they are given to the world with great reluctance. It is only the thought of the inspiration that they can bring to lives less glorious than that of him who penned them, of the courage they can instill into hearts less brave, that has led their owner to share them with the world.
Through the medium of this volume, which is hereby dedicated to the Great Sol dier and True Man who supplied its con tents, these letters are given, out of the hands of one who has cherished them ten derly for many years, into the keeping of all those who honor courage, loyalty and the love of man for woman.
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CONTENTS
PART ONE
PAGE
I. In which the General Tells Why He
Sided with the South ., . ., . 33 II. 'Written After a Light Skirmish with
the Enemy ........ 38
III. Concerning Legitimate Warfare, Seces
sion and the Mishaps of an Old Major of Artillery 41
IV. In Which Are Given Certain Details
of the Battle of Seven Pines . . 46 kV. Containing a Presentiment of Danger, the Night Before He Was Wounded at Games' Mill . . . . . . 50
VI. At His Old Home Recovering from
His Wound 52
VII. Mostly Concerning Bob, His Body- Servant 55
VIII. Written Upon His Return to His Old
Command 58.
IX. On the Occasion of His Promotion to the Rank of Major-General — Tell ing of Jackson and Garnett . . 6 1 X. From the Field of Fredericksburg . 64
PART TWO
XL From His Old Home on the Suffolk
Expedition *. .. . . .69
XII. In Which He Urges His Betrothed
to Marry Him at Once . . . 73
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Continued
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XIII. Warning Her to Leave the Danger
77 79
84 88
97
Zone ....«««.. XIV. When Lee Crossed the Potomac . . XV. On the Way Through Pennsylvania 8 1 XVI. Lines Penned on the Road to Gettys burg . . ,
XVII. During a Halt in the Long March .
XVIII. While He Awaited the Order to
Charge at Gettysburg ....
XIX. Relating Certain Incidents of the
Great Battle
XX. Written in Sorrow and Defeat, after
the Struggle 101
XXI. Containing Further Details of the
Battle 104
XXII. On the Way to Richmond, Guarding
Prisoners . 109
PART THREE
XXIII. In Which the General Issues an Order 117
XXIV. Written After Their Marriage, on an
Expedition Into North Carolina . 12O
XXV. From the Lines Near Petersburg, Va. 123
XXVI. In the Wilderness Before Cold Harbor 127
XXVII. Recalling a Visit from " Old Jack " . 130
XXVIII. After General Lee Had Congratulated
His Division for Gallantry . . .134 XXIX. When Butler Burned the General's
Old Home .138
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Continued
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PART FOUR XXX. Upon Hearing of the Birth of the
"Little General" 147
XXXI. A Second Letter Written on His Sons
Birthday 150
XXXII. On the Occasion of His First Visit to
His Boy .151
XXXIII. Upon Returning from a Ride with
" Marse Robert" ..... 153
XXXIV. Concerning the Gossip of His Servant,
George . . . 155
XXXV. After an Evening Spent at the " White
House" of the Confederacy . .162 XXXVI. In the Dark Days Before the End . 167 XXXVII. Written in Defeat, After the Battle
of Five Forks 169
XXXVIII. A Few Hours Before Lee's Surrender
at Appomattox 176
PART FIVE
XXXIX. In which the General Tells of a Trip to Washington and a Visit with his old Friend, Grant . . .183 XL. From New York, after refusing the
Command of the Egyptian Army . 188 XLI. A Letter from Turkey Island, during
a brief absence of his Wife . . .191 XLII. Concerning a Slight Illness and the
Business Troubles of a Soldier . 197
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XLIII. On the Occasion of the Memorial Services in Honor of those who died at Gettysburg . . . . . . 203
XLIV. Written while away from Home, after
the death of his youngest Boy . . 208
For the Introduction to this book, credit is due to McClure's Magazine, in which the article first appeared.
ILLUSTRATIONS
By FRANKLIN BOOTH
Do you remember, my Sally, how many times we said Good bye that evening?
"The enemy is there, General, and I am going to strike him," said Morse Robert in his firm, quiet voice.
Two lines of their infantry were driven back; two lines of guns were taken — and no support came.
You must have been up all night, my prettice, to have made up and sent out such a basket of goodies. My, I tell you, it all tasted good.
Do you remember, my Sally, hoiv many times ice said good bye that evening f — Page 80.
<3ke HEART/* SOLDIER
An Introductory Chapter
from the One to Whom these Letters
were Written
EARLY in life's morning I knew and loved him, and from my first meeting with him to the end, I always called him "Soldier"— "My Soldier." I was a wee bit of a girl at that first meeting. I had been visiting my grandmother, when whooping- cough broke out in the neighborhood, and she took me off to Old Point Comfort to visit her friend, Mrs. Boykin, the sister of John Y. Mason. I could dance and sing and play games and was made much of by the other children and their parents there, till I sud denly developed the cough, then I was shunned and isolated.
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I could not understand the change. I would press my face against the ball-room window-panes and watch the merry-making inside and my little heart would almost break. One morning, while playing alone on the beach, I saw an officer lying on the sand read ing, under the shelter of an umbrella. I had noticed him several times, always apart from the others, and very sad. I could imagine but one reason for his desolation and in pity for him, I crept under his umbrella to ask him if he, too, had the whooping-cough. He smiled and answered no; but as I still per sisted he drew me to him, telling me that he had lost someone who was dear to him and he was very lonely.
And straightway, without so much as a by- your-leave, I promised to take the place of his dear one and to comfort him in his loss. Child as I was, I believe I lost my heart to him on the spot At all events, I crept from under the umbrella pledged to Lieutenant George E. Pickett, U. S. A., for life and death, and I still hold most sacred a little ring and locket that he gave me on that day.
It is small wonder that this first picture of
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him is among the most vivid still ; the memory of him as he lay stretched in the shade of the umbrella, not tall, and rather slender, but very graceful, and perfect in manly beauty. With childish appreciation, I particularly no ticed his very small hands and feet. He had beautiful gray eyes that looked at me through sunny lights — eyes that smiled with his lips. His mustache was gallantly curled. His hair was exactly the color of mine, dark brown, and long and wavy, in the fashion of the time. The neatness of his dress attracted even a child's admiration. His shirt-front of the finest white linen, was in soft puffs and ruf fles, and the sleeves were edged with hem stitched thread cambric ruffles. He would never, to the end of his life, wear the stiff linen collars and cuffs and stocks which came into fashion among men. While he was at West Point he paid heavily in demerits for ob stinacy in refusing to wear the regulation stock. Only when the demerits reached the danger-point would he temporarily give up his soft necktie.
It was under that umbrella, in the days that followed, that I learned, while he guided my 3
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hand, to make my first letters and spell my first words. They were "Sally" and "Sol dier." I remember, too, the songs he used to sing me in the clear, rich voice of which his soldiers were so fond, frequently accompany ing himself on the guitar. He kept a diary of those days and after the war it was returned to him from San Juan by the British officer who occupied the island conjointly with him before the opening of the war. I have it now in my possession.
Three years after our first meeting I saw my Soldier again. He had just received his commission as captain, and was recruiting his company at Fortress Monroe, before sailing for San Juan. The first real sorrow of my life was when I watched the St. Louis go out to sea with my Soldier on board, bound around the Horn to Puget Sound, where he was stationed at Fort Bellingham, which I thought must be farther than the end of the world. Forty thousand Indians had risen against the settlers. For two years he was in the thick of it, and greatly distinguished him self, but he did even better after the Indians were suppressed, for he made them his friends,
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learned their languages, built school-houses for them and taught them, and they called him Nesika Tyee — Our Chief. One old In dian chief insisted upon making him a pres ent of one of his children. He translated the Lord's Prayer and some of our hymns and pa triotic songs into their jargon and taught the Indians to sing them. He taught me some of them afterward. Years later, one night after the Civil War, while we were exiles in Mont real, General Pickett and I were singing a hymn in Chinook to put our baby to sleep, when a voice in the next room joined us. At the close of the hymn a stranger came and spoke to my Soldier in Chinook. When he left, he invited us to the theater where he was playing. He was William Florence, and he gave me my first taste of the pleasures of the drama.
Following the Indian war, the quarrel with the British over the ownership of San Juan Island reached a white heat, and on the night of July 26, 1859, my Soldier, with sixty-eight men, was sent from the mainland to take pos session. They were none too soon, for when 5
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morning dawned there were five British war ships off the coast, with nineteen hundred and forty men ready to land. They proposed joint occupation, but Captain Pickett replied: "I cannot allow joint occupation until so ordered by my commanding general."
The English captain said: "I have a thousand men ready to land to-night."
Captain Pickett replied: "Captain, if you undertake it, I will fight you as long as I have a man."
"I shall land at once," said the British offi cer.
"If you will give me forty-eight hours, till I hear from my commanding officer, my or ders may be countermanded. If you don't you must be responsible for the bloodshed that will follow."
"Not one minute," was the English cap tain's reply.
My Soldier gave orders for the drawing up of his men in lines on the hill facing the beach where the English must land.
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"We will make a Bunker Hill of it, and don't be afraid of their big guns," he said.
In his official report General Harney said: "So satisfied were the British officers that Cap tain Pickett would carry out this course, that they hesitated."
The United States retained the Island and my Soldier remained in command until the outbreak of the Civil War. But when Vir ginia passed the Ordinance of Secession he re signed his commission and recognizing the claims of his native state, joined his fortunes with those of the Southland, although, like many others who fought as bravely against the national government as in happier times they had fought for it, he loved the Union and every star in that flag which he had so often borne to victory.
My Soldier reached Richmond September 13, 1861, and at once enlisted as a private. The next day he was given a commission as captain, a short time later promoted to a col onelcy, and early in 1862 received his com mission as brigadier-general. In June, while
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leading his brigade in a charge at Gaines's Mill, he was severely wounded in the shoul der, but refused to leave the field, ordering Dr. Chancellor to extract the bullet on the field. The surgeon remonstrated, but he said : "My men need me here, Doctor. Fix me
now."
He was finally carried off, but was back with his brigade two months before he was able to draw a sleeve over the wounded arm.
Time has not lessened the fame of Pickett's Charge at Gettysburg, and it never will; for the changes that have taken place in the sci ence of war leave no possibility that future history will produce its counterpart. Truly, "the first day of the terrible three at Gettys burg was an accident, the second a blunder" and the third the greatest tragedy that has ever been played upon the stage of war. With its imperishable glory — overshadowing all other events in martial history, notwith standing its appalling disaster — is linked for ever the name of my Soldier.
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Down the slope into the smoke-filled valley the devoted men followed him as he rode in advance upon his black war-horse. Their ranks were thinned and torn and shattered by the tempest of lead which from every side was turned on them. Smoke and flame sur rounded them. But from the rear the men sprang to fill the gaps in front as they pressed after their leader through the tempest of iron. Five thousand Virginians followed him at the start; but when the Southern flag floated on the ridge, in less than half an hour, not two thousand were left to rally beneath it, and those for only one glorious, victory-intoxi cated moment. They were not strong enough to hold the position they had so dearly won; and, broken-hearted, even at the very moment of his immortal triumph, my Soldier led his remaining men down the slope again. He dismounted and walked beside the stretcher upon which General Kemper, one of his offi cers, was being carried, fanning him and speaking cheerfully to comfort him in his suf fering. When he reached Seminary Ridge again and reported to General Lee, his face 9
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was wet with tears as he pointed to the crimson valley and said:
"My noble division lies there!"
"General Pickett," said the commander, "you and your men have covered yourselves with glory."
"Not all the glory in the world, General Lee," my Soldier replied, "could atone for the widows and orphans this day has made."
Soon after the great battle my Soldier con fided to his corps commander his intention of marrying, and asked for a furlough. Gen eral Longstreet replied that they were not granting furloughs then, but added, with the twinkle in his eye which those who knew him so well will remember: "I might detail you for special duty and you could, of course, stop off and get married if you wanted to."
In old St. Paul's Church in Petersburg, September 15, 1863, we were married, while the bells rang out the chimes that still make music from that old belfry and are yet known
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as "Pickett's Chimes." In the throng which crowded the church and extended to the side walk were hundreds whose mourning garb at tested to the costly sacrifice which Petersburg had given to the South. Many hands were reached out to greet my Soldier, and from the lips of many a black-robed mother came the words: "My -son was with you at Gettysburg — God bless you!" A salute of a hundred guns announced the marriage; cheers followed us, and chimes and bands and bugles played as we left for our wedding reception in Rich mond.
The food supply of the South was reduced to narrow limits then. Salt was reclaimed from the earth under smoke-houses. Guests at distinguished functions were regaled with ice-cream made of frozen buttermilk sweet ened with sorghum. But friends of the gen eral had almost worked miracles to prepare a wedding supper. It was sora season, and those little birds had been killed at night with paddles — the South being not much richer in ammunition than in edibles — and contributed so lavishly to our banquet that it was always ii
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afterward known as "the wedding sora sup per." Our wedding present from Mrs. Lee was a fruit-cake, and Bishop Dudley's mother sent a black cake she had been saving for her golden wedding. Little bags of salt and sugar were sent as presents. The army was in camp near by, and all the men at the re ception, except President Davis, his cabinet, and a few clergymen, came in full uniform, officers and privates as well. We returned without delay to Petersburg, that being my Soldier's headquarters.
In early May, General Butler, with thirty thousand men, came down upon Petersburg, defended by only six hundred. They held the place till half-starved and ragged rein forcements were hurried in from every direc tion. We women carried the despatches, and cooked the food and took it to the men at the guns. The roar of the cannon and the shriek of shot and shell filled our ears day and night. At train-time we would go to the sta tion and send up cheer after cheer to welcome the train from its short trip out into the coun try, hoping to blind the Yankees to the fact
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that it brought in only the half-starved railroad men. During the entire week, until he had Butler safely "bottled up at Petersburg," my Soldier did not sleep, and the only times I saw him were when I carried his bread and soup and coffee out to him. It was just as it had been when he started for Cemetery Hill at Gettysburg. He would never stop till he had accomplished his work. After Pickett's Di vision had retaken Bermuda Hundred the fol lowing summer, General Anderson, command ing Longstreet's Corps, wrote to General Lee: "We tried very hard to stop Pickett and his men from capturing the breastworks of the enemy, but we could not do it."
The devotion of General Pickett's men to him has often been recounted as something phenomenal. It was equaled only by his de votion to them. Very near the end of the war, when the army had subsisted on nothing but corn for many days, as my Soldier was riding toward Sailor's Creek, a woman ran out of a house and handed him something to eat. He carried it in his hand as he rode on. Pres ently he came upon a soldier lying behind a
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log, and spoke to him. The man looked up, revealing a boyish face, scarcely more than a child's — thin and pale.
"What's the matter?" asked my Soldier.
"I'm starving, General," the boy replied. "I couldn't help it. I couldn't keep up, so I just lay down here to die."
"Take this," handing the boy his luncheon; "and when you have eaten and rested, go on back home. It would only waste another life for you to go on."
The boy took the food eagerly, but replied: "No, Marse George. If I get strength
enough to go at all, I'll follow you to the last." He did, for he was killed a few days later
at Sailor's Creek.
I was in Richmond when my Soldier fought the awful battle of Five Forks, Richmond surrendered, and the surging sea of fire swept the city. News of the fate of Five Forks had reached us, and the city was full of rumors that General Pickett was killed. I did not
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believe them. I knew he would come back, he had told me so. But they were very anx ious hours. The day after the fire, there was a sharp rap at the door. The servants had all run away. The city was full of northern troops, and my environment had not taught me to love them. The fate of other cities had awakened my fears for Richmond. With my baby on my arm, I answered the knock, opened the door and looked up at a tall, gaunt, sad- faced man in ill-fitting clothes, who, with the accent of the North, asked:
"Is this George Pickett's place?"
"Yes, sir," I answered, "but he .is not here."
"I know that, ma'am," he replied, "but I just wanted to see the place. I am Abraham Lincoln."
"The President!" I gasped.
The stranger shook his head and said:
"No, ma'am ; no, ma'am ; just Abraham Lin coln; George's old friend." IB
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"I am George Pickett's wife and this is his baby," was all I could say. I had never seen Mr. Lincoln but remembered the intense love and reverence with which my Soldier always spoke of him.
My baby pushed away from me and reached out his hands to Mr. Lincoln, who took him in his arms. As he did so an expression of rapt, almost divine, tenderness and love lighted up the sad face. It was a look that I have never seen on any other face. My baby opened his mouth wide and insisted upon giving his father's friend a dewy infantile kiss. As Mr. Lincoln gave the little one back to me, shaking his finger at him playfully, he said:
aTell your father, the rascal, that I forgive him for the sake of that kiss and those bright eyes."
He turned and went down the steps, talk ing to himself, and passed out of my sight for ever, but in my memory those intensely hu man eyes, that strong, sad face, have a per petual abiding place — that face which puz-
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zled all artists but revealed itself to the in tuitions of a little child, causing it to hold out its hands to be taken and its lips to be kissed.
It was through Mr. Lincoln that my Sol dier, as a lad of seventeen, received his ap pointment to West Point. Mr. Lincoln was at that time associated in law practice with George Pickett's uncle, Mr. Andrew John ston, a distinguished lawyer and scholar, who was very anxious that his nephew should fol low in his footsteps and study for the law — an ambition which, it is needless to say, my Soldier did not share. He confided his per plexities to Mr. Lincoln, who was very fond of the boy; and the great statesman went at once to work to secure his appointment.
After Richmond's fall I anxiously awaited my Soldier's return, and at last one morning I caught the familiar clatter of the hoofs of his little thoroughbred chestnut which he al ways rode when he came home, and the sound of his voice saying: "Whoa, Lucy, whoa, lit tle girl."
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He gave his staff a farewell breakfast at our home. They did not once refer to the past, but each wore a blue strip tied like a sash around his waist. It was the old headquar- ter's flag, which they had saved from the sur render and torn into strips, that each might keep one in sad memory. After breakfast he went to the door, and from a white rose-bush which his mother had planted cut a bud for each. He put one in my hair and pinned one to the coat of each of his officers. Then for the first time the tears came, and the men who had been closer than brothers for four fearful years, clasped hands in silence and parted.
Ever since the Mexican War General Grant had been a dear friend of my Soldier. At the time our first baby was born the two armies were encamped facing each other and they often swapped coffee and tobacco under flags of truce. On the occasion of my son's birth bonfires were lighted in celebration all along Pickett's line. Grant saw them and sent scouts to learn the cause. When they re ported, he said to General Ingalls:
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"Haven't we some kindling on this side of the line? Why don't we strike a light for the young Pickett?"
In a little while bonfires were flaming from the Federal line. A few days later there was taken through the lines a baby's silver service, engraved: "To George E. Pickett, Jr., from his father's friends, U. S. Grant, Rufus In- galls, George Suckley."
It was through their courtesy, at the close of the war, that we were taken from Rich mond down the James to my father's old home at Chuckatuck. But we were not al lowed to remain long at peace. General In- galls warned my Soldier that General Butler was making speeches against him in Congress, and urged that he would be safer on foreign ground. Though he did not believe it, he reluctantly consented to go. He mounted Lucy and rode to the station. It was a pa thetic incident that, just as the train moved out, the chestnut thoroughbred lay down and died.
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We had been in Canada almost a year when General Grant, learning of our exile, wrote to us to return, saying that his cartel with General Lee should be kept, if it required an other war to make it good. We went back to our dear old place, Turkey Island, on the James River, and built a little cottage in the place of the magnificent mansion which had been sacked and burned by order of General Butler. I once asked my Soldier why it was called Turkey Island. He replied that there were two good reasons; one was that it was not an island, the other that there were never any turkeys there. Everything, even the monument in the family cemetery, had been destroyed, but it was home. We loved it. My Soldier was always passionately fond of flowers, and our garden was an unfailing de light to us both.
He tried to turn his sword into a plow share, but he was not expert with plowshares; and, worse, he constantly received applica tions for employment from old comrades no more skilled than he. All were made wel come, though they might not be able to dis-
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tinguish a rake from a rail fence or tell whether potatoes grew on trees or on trellised vines. They would rise at any hour that pleased them, linger over breakfast, and then go out to the fields. If the sun were too hot or the wind too cold, they would come back, to sit on the veranda or around the fire till dinner was ready. There were generals, col onels, majors, captains, lieutenants, privates — all of one rank now; and he who desired a graphic history of the four years' war needed only to listen to the conversation of the agri cultural army at Turkey Island. But the in evitable came; resources were in time ex hausted, and proprietor and assistants were forced to seek other fields.
The Khedive of Egypt offered my Soldier the position of general in his army, but he de clined. When General Grant became Presi dent, he entertained us as his guests at the White House, and one of my keenest memo ries is of President Grant and my Soldier as they stood facing each other in the White House office the last day of our visit. Grant's hand was on the shoulder of my Soldier, and
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they were looking earnestly into each other's eyes. Grant, ever faithful to his friends, had been urging my Soldier to accept the marshal- ship of the State of Virginia. Pickett, sorely as he needed the appointment, knew the de mands upon Grant, and that his acceptance would create criticism and enemies for the President. He shook his head, saying:
"You can't afford to do this for me, Sam, and I can't afford to take it."
"I can afford to do anything I please," said Grant. My Soldier still shook his head, but the deep emotion of his heart shone in his tear- dimmed eyes, and in Grant's, as they silently grasped each other's hands and then walked away in opposite directions and looked out of separate windows, while I stole away.
My Soldier was urged to accept the posi tion with Generals Beauregard and Early in connection with the Louisiana Lottery. There was a large salary attached to it, but he said there was not money enough in the world to induce him to lend his name to it.
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When he was offered the governorship of Virginia, he said that he never again wanted to hold any office, and would be glad to see Kemper, his old brigadier, made governor. Kemper was the only one of Pickett's briga diers who came out of the battle of Gettys burg, and he was wounded and maimed for life. He was elected governor, and as he was a bachelor, my Soldier and I often assisted him at his receptions.
For himself, my Soldier finally accepted the general agency for the South of the Wash ington Life Insurance Company, and held the office till his death. The headquarters were at Richmond. I always went with him on his trips, and we spent our summers in the Virginia mountains.
External conditions as well as natural in stincts made my Soldier's life one of deep and tragic earnestness. He was always grave and dignified, but he was fond of jokes, especially if they were on me. Once, when he was leav ing home for an absence of some length, he asked how much money I would need. I 23
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made a laborious calculation, and named a sum which he promptly doubled. He had not been gone long when I remembered an obligation, and telegraphed him that I had underestimated the amount. By the next mail came a check carefully made payable to "Mrs. Oliver Twist." I had to indorse it in that way, and he always carried the cheque in his pocket afterward for my benefit. I have it now.
At the wedding breakfast given for Gen eral Magruder's niece at the mansion of the governor-general of Canada, the governor asked my Soldier to what he attributed the failure of the Confederates at Gettysburg. With a twinkle in his eyes, he replied, "Well, I think the Yankees had a little something to do with it."
In the summer of 1875, when we were pre pared to start for White Sulphur Springs, my Soldier was suddenly called to Norfolk. Very much against his advice, I insisted on accompanying him. It was fortunate, for after two days of anxious work he fell ill, and
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died there. The evening he was dying, the doctor wanted to give him an anodyne, but he said:
"Doctor, you say that I must die. I want to go in my right mind. I would rather suf fer pain and know. Please leave me now. I do not want anybody but my wife."
The longest procession of mourners ever known in Virginia followed him to his grave on Gettysburg Hill, in beautiful Hollywood.
General Longstreet has written of my Sol dier:
"I first met him as a cadet at West Point, in the heyday of his bright young manhood, in 1842. Upon graduating, he was assigned to the regiment to which I had been pro moted, the Eighth United States Infantry, and Lieutenant Pickett served gallantly with us continuously until, for meritorious service, he was promoted captain in 1856. He served with distinguished valor in all the battles of General Scott in Mexico, including the siege of Vera Cruz, and was always conspicuous for gallantry. He was the first to scale the parapets of Chapultepec on the I3th of Sep tember, 1847, and was the brave American who unfurled our flag over the castle as the enemy's troops retreated, 25
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firing at the splendid Pickett as he floated our victorious colors.
"In memory I can see him, of medium height, of grace ful build, dark, glossy hair, worn almost to his shoulders in curly waves, of wondrous pulchritude and magnetic presence, as he gallantly rode from me on that memorable third day of July, 1863, saying, in obedience to the impera tive order to which I could only bow assent, 'I will lead my division forward, General Longstreet.' He was de voted to his martial profession . . .
"His greatest battle was really at Five Forks, April I, 1865, where his plans and operations were masterful and skillful. If they had been executed as he designed them there might have been no Appomattox, and despite the disparity of overwhelming numbers, a brilliant victory would have been his if reinforcements which he had every reason to expect had opportunely reached him; but they were not ordered in season and did not join the hard- pressed Pickett until night, when his position had long since been attacked by vastly superior numbers with repeat ing rifles.
"He was of an open, frank, and genial temperament, but he felt very keenly the distressing calamities entailed upon the beloved sunny South by the results of the war; yet, with the characteristic fortitude of a soldier, he bowed with resignation to the inevitable, gracefully accepted the situa tion, recognized the duty of the unfortunate to accept the
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results in no querulous spirit, and felt his obligation to share its effects.
"No word of blame, or censure even, of his superior officers ever escaped Pickett's lips, but he nevertheless felt profoundly the sacrifice of his gallant soldiers whom he so loved. At Five Forks he had a desperate but a fighting chance, and if any soldier could have snatched victory from defeat, it was the intrepid Pickett, and it was cruel to leave that brilliant and heroic leader and his Spartan band to the same hard straits they so nobly met at Gettys burg. At Five Forks Pickett lost more men in thirty minutes than we lost, all told, in the recent Spanish- American war from bullets, wounds, sickness, or any other casualty, showing the unsurpassed bravery with which Pickett fought, and the tremendous odds and insuperable disadvantages under and against which this incomparable soldier so bravely contended ; but with George E. Pickett, whether fighting under the stars and stripes at Chapultepec, or under the stars and bars at Gettysburg, duty was his polar star, and with him duty was above consequences, and at a crisis, he would throw them overboard."
General McClellan has said:
"Perhaps there is no doubt that he was the best infantry soldier developed on either side during the Civil War. His friends and admirers are by no means confined to the Southern people or soldiers to whom he gave his heart and best affections and of whom he was so noble a type, but throughout the North and on the Pacific coast, where he long served, his friends and lovers are legion. 27
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"He was of the purest type of the perfect soldier, pos sessing manly beauty in the highest degree; a mind large and capable of taking in the bearings of events under ail circumstances; of that firm and dauntless texture of soul that no danger or shock of conflict could appall or confuse ; full of that rare magnetism which could infuse itself into masses of men and cause any mass under his control to act as one ; his perception clear ; his courage of that rare proof which rose to the occasion ; his genius for war so marked that his companions all knew that his mind worked clearer under fire and in the 'deadly and imminent breach,' than even at mess-table or in the merry bivouac, where his genial and kindly comradeship and his perfect breeding as a gen tleman made him beloved of his friends.
"He will live in history as nearer to Light Horse Harry, of the Revolution, than any other of the many heroes pro duced by Old Virginia — his whole history, when told, as it will be by some of the survivors of Pickett's men, will reveal a modern type of the Chevalier Bayard, sans peur et sans reproche. . . .
"Could he have had his wish, he had died amid the roar of battle. No man of our age has better illustrated the aptitude for war of his class of our country, and with these talents for war was united the truest and sweetest nature. No man of his time was more beloved of women, of men and of soldiers. He was to the latter a rigid disciplinarian and at the same time the soldier's friend. Virginia will
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rank him in her roll of fame with Lee, with Johnston, with Jackson they love as Stonewall ; and mourners for the noble and gallant gentleman, the able and accomplished soldier, are legion."
These were the tributes of friend and ene my — if any man, though he fought him on the field of battle, could be called his enemy. Rivers of blood did not quench the flames of the campfires of Mexico and the West. My Soldier's comrades under the old flag were still his comrades through the crucial test of that most deadly warfare, a conflict between the opposing sections of the same country.
To me the legacy of love that he left in his letters and in the memories of his daily life is greater than any riches earth could give. The nobility of soul with which he met the problems that come to men in the arena of the world is a treasured possession in my heart even greater than his magnificent hero ism on the field of battle. The radiance of the stars in the blue sky of peace eclipse the crimson glow of the fiery comet of war. The heart of "My Soldier" is mine to-day as it was 29
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in that long-gone yesterday when I awaited the messages that link the battlefield with to morrow's Eternal Harmony.
LA SALLE CORBELL PICKETT.
PART ONE
In the early days of the Long Struggle
A T the time when these letters begin, + *• the General (then Captain Pickett, U. S. A.) was stationed at Fort Belling- ham in the northwest. Before leaving Virginia, he had become engaged to "Little Miss Sally" Corbell, who during his absence was fitting herself at school to be a soldier's wife. The summons to arms in the cause of the seceding states was late in reaching the Captain at his jar-away post, and he, being in the dark as to the course of events, was even more tardy to respond; but when the news came telling of the withdrawal of his native state from the Union he resigned his com mission immediately and cast his lot with that of the Confederacy.
The letters in this part give many vivid glimpses of the armies in action, as they do of the lighter side of a soldier's life, Curing the first year and a half of the War. There are lapses of weeks — even months — between them, due to the fact that some are missing; others, (whose pages time has stained, are undecipher able, and in still other instances the for tunes of war kept the General so near his sweetheart that letters were not needed to carry to her the tale of his love.
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In Which the General Tells Why He Sided With the South
SEVERAL weeks ago I wrote quite a long letter from far-away San Francisco to a very dear little girl, and told her that a cer tain soldier who wears one of her long, silken ringlets next his heart was homeward bound and that he hoped a line of welcome would meet him on his arrival in his native state. He told her of the difficulties he had experi enced in being relieved from his post, of how sorry he was to sheathe the sword which had helped to bring victory to the country for which he had fought, and how sorry he was to say good-by to his little command and to part from his faithful and closest companion, his dog, and his many dear friends ; but sor rier still for the existing circumstances which 33
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made this severance necessary. He told her many things for which, with him, she will be sorry, and some of which he hopes will make her glad. He is troubled by finding no an swer to this long letter which, having at that time no notion of the real conditions here, he is afraid was written too freely by far.
No, my child, I had no conception of the intensity of feeling, the bitterness and hatred toward those who were so lately our friends and are now our enemies. I, of course, have always strenuously opposed disunion, not as doubting the right of secession, which was taught in our text-book at West Point, but as gravely questioning its expediency. I be lieved that the revolutionary spirit which in fected both North and South was but a passing phase of fanaticism which would perish under the rebuke of all good citizens, who would surely unite in upholding the Constitution; but when that great assembly, composed of ministers, lawyers, judges, chancellors, states men, mostly white haired men of thought, met in South Carolina and when their districts were called crept noiselessly to the table in
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the center of the room and affixed their signa tures to the parchment on which the ordi nance of secession was inscribed, and when in deathly silence, spite of the gathered multi tude, General Jamison arose and without pre amble read: "The ordinance of secession has been signed and ratified; I proclaim the State of South Carolina an independent sover eignty," and lastly, when my old boyhood's friend called for an invasion, it was evident that both the advocates and opponents of se cession had read the portents aright.
You know, my little lady, some of those cross-stitched mottoes on the cardboard sam plers which used to hang on my nursery wall, such as, "He who provides not for his own household is worse than an infidel" and "Charity begins at home," made a lasting im pression upon me; and while I love my neigh bor, i. e., my country, I love my household, i. e., my state, more, and I could not be an in fidel and lift my sword against my own kith and kin, even though I do believe, my most wise little counselor and confidante, that the measure of American greatness can be 35
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achieved only under one flag, and I fear, alas, there can never again reign for either of us the true spirit of national unity, whether divided under two flags or united under one.
We did not tarry even for a day in 'Frisco, but under assumed names my friend, Sam Barron, and I sailed for New York, where we arrived on the very day that Sam's father, Commodore Barron, was brought there a pris oner, which fact was proclaimed aloud by the pilot amid cheers of the passengers and upon our landing heralded by the newsboys with more cheers. Poor Sam had a hard fight to hide his feelings and to avoid arrest. We separated as mere ship acquaintances, and went by different routes to meet again, as ar ranged, at the house of Doctor Paxton, a Southern sympathizer and our friend.
On the next day we left for Canada by the earliest train. Thence we made our perilous way back south again, barely escaping arrest several times, and finally arrived in dear old Richmond, September i3th, just four days ago. I at once enlisted in the army and the
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following day was commissioned Captain. But so bitter is the feeling here that my being unavoidably delayed so long in avowing my allegiance to my state has been most cruelly and severely criticized by friends — yes, and even relatives, too.
Now, little one, if you had the very faintest idea how happy a certain captain in the C. S. A. (My, but that "C" looks queer!) would be to look into your beautiful, soul-speaking eyes and hear your wonderfully musical voice, I think you would let him know by wire where he could find you. I shall almost listen for
the electricity which says, "I am at .
Come." I know that you will have mercy on your devoted
SOLDIER.
Richmond, September IT, 1861.
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Written After a Light Skirmish With the Enemy
YOUR welcome note gladdened my droop ing spirits last evening. How can I thank you for the token?1 I shall always cherish it, my darling. I sent a short note to you via Petersburg to Wakefield. I sincerely trust you received it, as in it I advised you not to come down into this part of the country. The Yankees are burning everything they can reach, and God only knows what excesses they may commit on the defenseless, should they have the power. So much troubled am I about you, that I send this by a courier of my own, that he may deliver it to you in person (how I wish I were the courier) . I'm afraid you will only expose yourself needlessly to
XA wreath and stars, which she had embroidered for his collar.
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harm. I don't know when I shall see you, but I should be nearly as far from you as at present. At any rate, I should be worse than miserable did I know you were so near these now apparently infuriated beings.
Alas, my darling, as the Indian says when despondent, "My heart is on the ground." The enemy has been strongly reenforced, and the town is one network of batteries and en trenchments. I have had two little brushes with them, running them into their works both times — the first one yesterday week. I was ordered to make a reconnaissance in force, which was done by a part of Armistead's Bri gade, and in so doing we got under a con centrated fire of about sixteen guns and had as jolly a little time of it for about fifteen minutes as I ever saw. Parrot and round shot were about as thick as the ticks are, and their name is legion. However, the object was effected, and we have lost altogether only about seventy-five men from my division.
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weary weeks since I drank comfort from those bright eyes — to me a year of anxiety. Your devoted and miserable
SOLDIER.
New Somerton Road, April 21 f 1862,
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Concerning Legitimate Warfare, Secession and the Mishaps of an Old Major of Ar tillery
MY heart beat with joy this morning when Captain Peacock returned to camp, bringing me your beautiful letter — beautiful because it was the echo of a pure spirit and a radiant soul. I am humbly grateful, my little girl, for this loyal devotion which you give me — your Soldier. Let us pray to our dear Heavenly Father to spare us to each other and give us strength to bear cheerfully this enforced separation. I know that it can not be long, and that sooner or later our flag will float over the seas of the world, for our cause is right and just.
Why, my Sally, all that we ask is a separa tion from people of contending interests, who love us as a nation as little as we love them, the dissolution of a union which has lost its 41
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holiness, to be let alone and permitted to sit under our own vine and fig tree and eat our figs peeled and dried or fresh or pickled, just as we choose. The enemy is our enemy be cause he neither knows nor understands us, and yet will not let us part in peace and be neighbors, but insists on fighting us to make us one with him, forgetting that both slavery and secession were his own institutions. The North is fighting for the Union, and we — for home and fireside. All the men I know and love in the world — comrades and friends, both North and South — are exposed to hardships and dangers, and are fighting on one side or the other, and each for that which he knows to be right.
Speaking of fighting, Captain Peacock this morning brings us the news that the daring, fearless has again won — shall I say, a vic tory? No, not victory. Victory is such a glorious, triumphant word. I cannot use it in speaking of warfare that is illegal to many of us. Marse Robert's 1 approval and com mendation of this illegitimate mode is a source of surprise, for, like many of us, the dear old
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"Tyee" was reared and schooled in honorable warfare.
Well, as Trenholm said, only those who have enlisted for this whole war, with mus kets on their shoulders and knapsacks on their backs, have a right to criticize ; but I reserve even from these the right, and acknowledge myself wrong in criticizing. An old army story, though hardly illustrative enough to be justifiable in telling, occurs to me:
An old major of artillery, who was always deploring the fact that he couldn't use his own favorite arm against the Indians, determined one day to try the moral effect of it upon a tribe of friendly ones nearby. So he took one of the small howitzers which defended the fort and securely strapped it to the back of an army mule, with the muzzle projecting over the mule's tail, and then proceeded with the captain, sergeant and orderly to the bluff on the bank of the Missouri where the Indians were encamped. The gun was loaded and primed, the fuse inserted and the mule backed to the very edge of the bluff.
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unusual thing was happening to him. The next second his feet were bunched up together, making forty revolutions a minute, the gun threatening with instant destruction every thing within a radius of five miles. The cap tain climbed a tree, the sergeant and orderly following suit. The fat major, too heavy to climb, rolled over on the ground, alternately praying to God and cursing the mule. When the explosion came, the recoil of the gun and the wild leap of the terrified mule carried both over the bluff and to the bottom of the river. The captain, the sergeant and the poor, crestfallen, discomfited major, with the mule and the gun to account for, returned to the fort, soon to be waited on by the Indian chiefs, who had held a hurried council. The high chief, bowing his head up and down, said:
"Injun go home. Injun ver' brave. Injun love white man. Injun help white man. In jun heap use gun, use knife, heap use bow- arrow; but when white man shoot off whole jackass, Injun no think right — no can under stand. Injun no help white man fight that way. Injun go home."
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So, my Sally, if you will forgive your Soldier for telling this old-time story and let him say that he does not approve of fighting
in the way in which fights, he will bid
you good-by and eat his breakfast, which the cook says is getting cold. Will you come, my darling, and have some coffee with your Soldier? It is some we captured, and is real coffee.
Come! The tin cup is clean and shining; but the corn-bread is greasy and smoked. And the bacon — that is greasy, too, but it is good and tastes all right, if it will only hold out till our Stars and Bars wave over the land of the free and the home of the brave, and we have our own home. Nevermore we'll hear of wars, but only love and life with its eternal joys.
YOUR OWN SOLDIER.
Headquarters, May — , 1862.
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IV
In Which Are Given Certain Important De tails of the Battle of Seven Pines
A VIOLENT storm was raging, flooding the level ground, as I wrote you last, followed the next day by one of fire and blood — the Battle of Seven Pines.
I pray that you accepted the invitation of your mountain chum, and that your beautiful eyes and tender heart have been spared the horrors of war which this battle must have poured into sad Richmond. Three hundred and fifty of your Soldier's brigade, 1,700 strong, were killed or wounded, and all fought as Virginians should, fighting as they did for the right, for love, honor, home and state — principles which they had been taught from the mothers' knees, the schoolroom and the pulpit.
Under orders from Old Peter,1 we marched
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at daylight and reported to D. H. Hill, near Seven Pines. Hill directed me to ride over and communicate with Hood. I started at once with Charlie and Archer, of my staff, to obey this order, but had gone only a short dis tance when we met a part of the Louisiana Zouaves in panic. I managed to seize and de tain one fellow, mounted on a mule that seemed to have imbibed his rider's fear and haste. The man dropped his plunder and seizing his carbine threatened to kill me un less I released him at once, saying that the Yankees were upon his heels. We galloped back to Hill's headquarters — Archer bringing up the rear with the Zouave, who explained that the enemy were advancing in force and were within a few hundred yards of us. Hill ordered me to attack at once, which I did, driving them through an abatis over a cross road leading to the railroad.
As we were nearing the second abatis, T, on foot at the time, noticed that Armistead's Bri gade had broken, and sent a courier back post haste to Hill for troops. A second and third message were sent and then a fourth, telling him that if he would send me more troops and
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ammunition we could drive the enemy across the Chickahominy. But alas, Hill, as brave, as great, as heroic a soldier as he is, has, since the fall of Johnston, been so bothered and an noyed with countermanding orders that he was, if I may say so, confused and failed to respond. After this delay nothing was left for us but to withdraw. Hill sent two regiments of Colston's Brigade and ordered Mahone's Brigade on my right, and at one o'clock at night, under his orders, we withdrew in per fect order and the enemy retreated to their bosky cover.
Thus, my darling, was ended the Battle of Seven Pines. No shot was fired afterward. How I wish I could say it ended all battles and that the last shot that will ever be heard was fired on June first, 1862. What a change love does make! How tender all things be come to a heart touched by love — how beauti ful the beautiful is and how abhorrent is evill See, my darling, see what power you have — guard it well.
I have heard that my dear old friend, Mc- Clellan, is lying ill about ten miles from here. May some loving, soothing hand minister to
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him. He was, he is and he will always be, even were his pistol pointed at my heart, my dear, loved friend. May God bless him and spare his life. You, my darling, may not be in sympathy with this feeling, for I know you see "no good in Nazareth." Forgive me for feeling differently from you, little one, and please don't love me any the less. You cannot understand the entente cordlale between us "old fellows."
Faithfully,
YOUR SOLDIER.
Mechanicsville Turnpike, June 1, 1862.
V
Containing a Presentiment of Danger — the
Night Before He was Wounded at
Games' s Mill
ALL last night, my darling Sally, the spirit of my dear mother seemed to hover over me. When she was living and I used to feel in that way, I always, as sure as fate, received from her a letter written at the very time that I had the sensation of her presence. I wonder if up there she is watching over me, trying to send me some message — some warning. I wish I knew.
This morning my brigade moved from its cantonments on the Williamsburg road and by daybreak was marching along the Mechan- icsville turnpike, leading north of Richmond. The destination and character of the expedi tion, my darling, is unknown; but the position of other troops indicates a general movement. This evening we crossed the Chickahominy and are bivouacked on our guns in the road in front of Mechanicsville, from which point
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I am blessing my spirit and refreshing my soul by sending a message to my promised wife. I am tired and sleepy, several times to-day going to sleep on my horse.
This war was really never contemplated in earnest. I believe if either the North or the South had expected that their differences would result in this obstinate struggle, the cold-blooded Puritan and the cock hatted Huguenot and Cavalier would have made a compromise. Poor old Virginia came oftener than Noah's dove with her olive branch. Though she desired to be loyal to the Union of States, she did not believe in the right of coercion, and when called upon to furnish troops to restrain her sister states she refused, and would not even permit the passage of an armed force through her domain for that pur pose. With no thought of cost, she rolled up her sleeves, ready to risk all in defense of a principle consecrated by the blood of her fathers. And now, alas, it is too late. We must carry through this bitter task unto the end. May the end be soon I
YOUR SOLDIER.
In Camp, June 27, 1862.
VI
At His Old Home Recovering From His Wound
IT is only when you are here with me, my darling, that I am not chafing, fretting, under my enforced absence from my com mand. As poor a marksman as the Yankee was who shot me, I wish he had been poorer still, aiming, as he must have been, either at my head or my heart and breaking my wing. He was frightened, too, I suspect, and had, besides, too much powder in his load. What did you want with that shot-smoked, burnt coat sleeve? The arm it held is yours to work for and shield you, my love, for always.
Impatient and restive as I am to get back to the field, letters and reports just received show me that I am not missed and that my gallant old brigade is proving its valor as loyally under its new leader as when it so fear lessly followed your Soldier. It held Water-
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loo Bridge against Pope while Jackson crossed the Rappahannock, and on the afternoon of the 3oth received and repelled the on set of Fitz John Porter, magnificently clear ing the field and winning a victory for our arms.
The news came, too, this morning of the death of Kearny, one of the most brilliant gen erals of the Federal Army, a man whose fame as a soldier is world-wide. I knew him first in Mexico, where, as you know, he lost an arm at the siege of Mexico City. In Algeria he won the Cross of the Legion of Honor. He fought with the French in the battles of Magenta and Solferino and received also from Napoleon Third the decoration of the Legion of Honor. I wish we had taken him prisoner instead of shooting him. I hate to have such a man as Kearny killed. Marse Robert, who was his old friend, sent his body to Pope under a flag of truce. I am glad he did that — poor old Kearny!
The same courier, brought the sad news that our Ewell had lost a leg and our Tallia- ferro had been wounded. And these are the horrors to which, when away from you, my
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beautiful darling, your soldier is impatient to return.
Never, never did men, since the world be gan, fight like ours. The Duke of Somerset, who sneeringly laughed when he saw our ragged, dirty, barefooted soldiers— "Mostly beardless boys," as he said — took off his hat in reverence when he saw them fight.
Lovingly,
YOUR SOLDIER.
July 15, 1862.
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VII Mostly Concerning Bob, His Body-Servant
HOW I shall miss your visit to-day, my darling! I wish you had not gone. Don't stay. Doctor Minnegerode asked me this morning when he called, "Who sent the beautiful flowers?" Bob, to save me from answering, said, "De same young lady sont de flowers, Marse Doctor, dat 'broidered dat cape fer Marse George, en 'broidered dem dar slippers he's got on, en sont him de 'broidered stars dat he w'ars on his coat when he w'ars it; but dat young lady ain't de onlyest young lady dat sends Marse George flowers en things. No, Suh."
The dear old doctor understood; he winked at me and changed the subject. He is as loyal to the South, dear old fellow, as if his ances tors had landed at Jamestown. When he asked after my wound he said he would like to pray with me, though the dear old man 55
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pronounced it, with his German accent, "bray," and that reminded me of a story, and instead of having my thoughts and my heart set upon his beautiful prayer as I should have — miserable sinner that I was — I began think ing of Tom August, who said that one Sunday someone meeting him coming out of Old St. Paul's asked him what was the matter. He replied, "Oh, nothing. I'm not a jackass and I'm not going to bray, and old Doctor Minne- gerode not only insists that I, but that his whole congregation, shall 'bray.' I, for one, will not do it and I don't want to make a row about it; so I came out. I wonder what the effect would be if we took him literally and didairbray'?"
Now, my darling, forgive this foolish story. I learned to like story-telling, listening as a boy to the best story-teller in the world, Mr. Lincoln.
Even the bird knows you are not coming to-day, for he doesn't sing. I shall hold you to the last line of your sweet note, which says, "I'll come to you, my Soldier, before the flowers die." When Bob asked me, "Is Miss Sallie comin' dis ebenin' er in de mornin'?"
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I answered, "She does not mention any set time, Bob. She only says she'll come before the flowers die." "De flowers ain't waxinated flowers, is dey, Marse George?" he asked. "Den if dey ain't waxinated 'twon't be long fo' she is here."
When I asked him to hold the paper while I wrote, he humbly, beseechingly asked, "Please, Suh, Marse George, ef hit ain't axin' too much, when you comes ter writin' er dem dar words lak love en honey en darlin', er any er dem poetry rhymes 'bout roses red en violets blue, won't you please, Suh, show 'em ter me?" I didn't promise him, my sweet heart. I only said, "Hold that paper steady, Sir, and don't let it slip." But when I did call you "darling" or tell you I loved you, I felt so guilty that the rascal knew it and grinned.
Your own
SOLDIER.
July 18, 1862.
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Written Upon His Return to His Old Com mand
DARLING, my heart turns to you with a love so great that pain follows in its wake. You cannot understand this, my beau tiful, bright-eyed, sunny-hearted princess. Your face, is the sweetest face in all the world, mirroring, as it does, all that is pure and un selfish, and I must not cast a shadow over it by the fears that come to me, in spite of myself. No, a soldier should not know fear of any kind. I must fight and plan and hope, and you must pray. Pray for a realization of all our beautiful dreams, sitting beside our own hearthstone in our own home — you and I, you my goddess of devotion, and I your devoted slave. May God in his mercy spare my life and make it worthy of you !
My shoulder and arm are still quite stiff, and I cannot yet put my sleeve on the wounded arm. I have on one sleeve, and my coat is thrown over my other shoulder and other arm.
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I can reach my mouth with my hand by bend ing my neck way over; so I am not helpless. Bob still buttons my collar and does some other little services. Until I have more con trol of my arm, however, I shall confine my self to riding old Black and not venture on Lucy. Enough of so small a matter.
My boys are delighted to welcome me back, showing their affection for me in many, many ways. Garnett is still in command of my dear old brigade, which was temporarily turned over to him when I was wounded and which, under his gallant leadership, has sustained its old reputation for fearlessness and endurance. I miss dear, familiar faces, for many of the brave fellows have been killed and wounded. You have heard me speak of Colonel Strange — a gallant soldier. He was wounded and left behind. After he was shot the plucky old chap called out in a loud, clear voice, "Stand firm, boys ; stand firm."
Well, the Yankees won the battle, but Mc- Clellan's delay in winning enabled Old Jack 1 to seize Harper's Ferry, so it was not so great a victory for them after all. Old Jack's note
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to Marse Robert, telling him of his success, was characteristic in both brevity and diction. He said, "Through God's mercy Harper's Ferry and its garrison are to be surrendered."
The seventeenth following is recorded in let ters of blood for both armies, and in its wake came Lincoln's great political victory, prov ing the might of the pen, in his Emancipation Proclamation — winning with it the greatest victory yet for the North. It will behoove us now to heed well the old story of "The Lark and the Husbandman," for it will be farewell to all foreign intervention unless Greek meets Greek and we fight fire with fire and we, too, issue an Emancipation Proclamation. I pray God that the powers that reign will have the wisdom and foresight to see this in its true and all-pervading light. It would end the war, and I should assume as soon as practi cable the role of schoolmaster and husband to the brightest little pupil and the sweetest little wife in all the world.
YOUR SOLDIER.
P. S. Have been placed temporarily in command of a division.
Headquarters, Sept. 25, 1862.
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On the Occasion of His Promotion to the Rank
of Major-General — Telling of Jackson and
Garnett
^T^O-DAY I was officially promoted to the JL rank of Major-General and permanently placed in command of a division. My dear old brigade, which I love and which was with me in the battles of Williamsburg, Seven Pines and Gaines's Mill, was assigned to General Garnett and there comes somehow, in spite of everything, a little "kind of curious" feeling within when I hear it called "Garnett's Bri gade," even though he has been in command of it almost ever since I was wounded and has won for it distinction and from it love and respect.
Old Dick is a fine fellow, a brave, splendid soldier. He was in the Mexican war and was wounded in the battle of Mexico. He com manded a brigade under Old Jack and was 61
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for a time in command of the famous old "Stonewall Brigade." You have not met him, my sweetheart; but I want you to know him. He is as sensitive and proud as he is fearless and sweet-spirited, and has felt more keenly than most men would Old Jack's censure of him at the battle of Kernstown, when all his ammunition gave out and he withdrew his brigade from the field, for which Old Jack had him arrested and relieved from duty. Old Jack told Lawton that in arresting Gar- nett he had no reference to his want of daring, which was surprising for Old Jack to say, who never explains anything.
Lawton, who is one of his generals, says Old Jack holds himself as the god of war, giving short, sharp commands, distinctly, rapidly and decisively, without consultation or explanation and disregarding suggestions and remon strances. Being himself absolutely fearless, and having unusual mental and moral, as well as physical, courage, he goes ahead on his own hook, asking no advice and resenting in terference. He places no value on human life, caring for nothing so much as fighting, unless it be praying. Illness, wounds and all
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disabilities he defines as inefficiency and in dications of a lack of patriotism. Suffering from insomnia, he often uses his men as a seda tive, and when he can't sleep calls them out, marches them out a few miles; then marches them back. He never praises his men for gal lantry, because it is their duty to be gallant and they do not deserve credit for doing their duty. Well, my own darling, I only pray that God may spare him to us to see us through. If General Lee had Grant's resources he would soon end the war ; but Old Jack can do it with out resources.
Bless your heart, here I am talking of these old war-horses to my flower queen. Well, she knows how entirely I love her and how I have left in her keeping my soul's all.
Lovingly and faithfully,
YOUR SOLDIER.
Headquarters, Oct. n, 1862.
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From the Field of Fredericksburg
HERE we are, my darling, at Fredericks- burg, on the south side of the Rappahan- nock, half-way between Richmond and Wash ington, fortified for us by the hand of the Great Father.
I penciled you a note by old Jackerie 1 on the I2th from the foot of the Hills between Hazel Run and the Telegraph Road. In it I sent a hyacinth — given me by a pretty lady who came out with beaten biscuit — and some un written and written messages from Old Peter and Old Jack, Hood, Ewell, Stuart, and your "brothers," to the "someone" to whom I was writing.
My division, nine thousand strong, is in fine shape. It was on the field of battle, as a divi sion, for the first time yesterday, though only one brigade, Kemper's, was actively engaged.
1 Headquarters Postmaster.
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What a day it was, my darling — this ever to be remembered by many of us thirteenth of De cember — dawning auspiciously upon us clad in deepest, darkest mourning! A fog such as would shame London lay over the valley, and through the dense mist distinctly came the un canny commands of the unseen opposing offi cers. My men were eager to be in the midst of the fight, and if Hood had not been so cautious they would probably have immortalized them selves. Old Peter's orders were that Hood and myself were to hold our ground of defense un less we should see an opportunity to attack the enemy while engaged with A. P. Hill on the right. A little after ten, when the fog had lifted and Stuart's cannon from the plain of Massaponax were turned upon Meade and when Franklin's advance left the enemy's flank open, I went up to Hood and urged him to seize the opportunity; but he was afraid to as sume so great a responsibility and sent for per mission to Old Peter, who was with Marse Robert in a different part of the field. Before his assent and approval were received, the op portunity, alas, was lost!
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suppose it is — it is a very cruel one. Your Soldier's heart almost stood still as he watched those sons of Erin fearlessly rush to their death. The brilliant assault on Marye's Heights of their Irish Brigade was beyond description. Why, my darling, we forgot they were fighting us, and cheer after cheer at their fearlessness went up all along our lines. About fifty of my division sleep their last sleep at the foot of Marye's Heights.
I can't help feeling sorry for Old Burnside • — proud, plucky, hard-headed old dog. I al ways liked him, but I loved little Mac,1 and it was a godsend to the Confederacy that he was relieved.
Oh, my darling, war and its results did not seem so awful till the love for you came. Now — now I want to love and bless and help everything, and there are no foes — no enemies — just love for you and longing for you.
YOUR SOLDIER.
Fredericksburg, Dec. 14, 1862.
1 General McClellan.
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PART TWO
During the Six Months
Campaign Before
Gettysburg
T\URING the period covered by the •LJ letters *'« this part the burdens of the war fell heavily upon the soul of the General's little sweetheart, as they did upon the whole South. Lee's cam paign into Pennsylvania carried his army for many months into the country of the enemy. It was a land that was strange to the men and stranger still to the im agination of the sorrowing ones who stayed behind. And at the end of it came Gettysburg, where more than five thou sand sons and husbands and lovers laid down their lives for the cause they thought to be just.
Pickett's charge at Gettysburg is one of those deeds of arms that are immortal. When it was over — ending in defeat as it did, on account of the lack of promised supports — two-thirds of his beloved di vision lay sleeping on the slope of Ceme- tary Ridge and the heart of their fearless commander was crushed by the thought of their sacrifice and the suffering that it meant to the Southland,
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From the General's Old Home On the Suffolk Expedition
TO-DAY I rode on ahead of my division, stopped for a moment at our old home, ran into the garden and gathered for my dar ling some lilies of the valley, planted by my sweet mother, which I knew were now in the full glory of their blossoming. As I plucked them one by one, I thought of the dear mother who had planted them and the sweet bride- to-be who would receive them, and my heart went up in gratitude for the great love given me by both.
While I am writing to you, Braxton and the cook and the whole household, in fact, are busy getting a lunch for me and preparing to load up my courier and my boy, Bob, with as many more lunches as they can carry, to be distributed as far as they will go. My little sister is making a paper box to hold my lilies 69
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for you, and I am writing a love-letter to stand sentinel over them and guard the sweet, sacred messages entrusted to them. Old Jackerie will take them to you and will also bring you, with my sister's love, a box of her own home made dulces.
Perhaps, sweetheart, perhaps I say, you will see your Soldier sooner than you think. You know that since the capture of Roanoke Island and our abandonment of Norfolk and Suffolk, all that section of the country has been in the hands of the enemy. Now in the extreme northeast corner of North Carolina are stored away large quantities of corn and bacon. Old Peter, our far-seeing, slow but sure, indefati gable, plodding old war-horse, has planned to secure some of these sorely needed supplies for our poor, half fed army — and there never was such an army, such an uncomplaining, plucky body of men — never.
Why, my darling, during these continuous ten days' march, the ground snowy and sleety, the feet of many of these soldiers covered only with improvised moccasins of raw beef hide, and hundreds of them without shoes or blan-
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kets or overcoats, they have not uttered one word of complaint, nor one murmuring tone; but cheerily, singing or telling stories, they have tramped — tramped — tramped. To crown it all, after having marched sixty miles over half frozen, slushy roads they passed to day through Richmond, the home of many of them, without a halt, with not a straggler — greeted and cheered by sweethearts, wives, mothers and friends. "God bless you, my darling," "God bless you, my son," "Hello, old man," "Howdy, Charley," rang all along the line. Lunches, slices of bread and meat, bottles of milk or hot coffee were thrust into grateful hands by the dear people of Rich mond, who thus brought comfort and cheer to many a hungry one besides their very own, as the men hurriedly returned the greetings and marched on. You would hardly recog nize these ragged, barefoot soldiers as the trim, tidy boys of two years ago in their hand some gray uniforms, with shining equipment and full haversacks and knapsacks.
Be brave and help me to be brave, my dar ling, and to trust in God. I won't say, "Keep
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your powder dry," for one who doesn't know enough to do that is not much of a soldier. Faithfully and forever your
SOLDIER.
Richmond, February, 1863.
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In Which He Urges his Betrothed to Marry Him at Once
THIS morning I awakened from a beauti ful dream, and while its glory still over shadows the waking and fills my soul with radiance I write to make an earnest request — entreating, praying, that you will grant it. You know, my darling, we have no prophets in these days to tell us how near or how far is the end of this awful struggle. If "the battle is not to the strong" then we may win; but when all our ports are closed and the world is against us, when for us a man killed is a man lost, while Grant may have twenty-five of every nation to replace one of his, it seems that the battle is to the strong. So often al ready has hope been dashed to the winds.
Why, dear, only a little while since, the Army of the Potomac recrossed the Rappa- hannock, defeated, broken in spirit, the men 73
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deserting, the subordinate officers so severe in their criticism of their superiors that the great Commander-in-Chief of the Army, Mr. Lin coln, felt it incumbent upon him to write a severe letter of censure and rebuke. Note the change and hear their bugle-call of hope. Hooker, who is alleged to have "the finest army on the planet," is reported to be on the eve of moving against Richmond. My divi sion and that of Hood, together with the artillery of Dearing and Henry, have been ordered to a point near Petersburg to meet this possible movement.
Now, my darling, may angels guide my pen and help me to write — help me to voice this longing desire of my heart and intercede for me with you for a speedy fulfillment of your promise to be my wife. As you know, it is imperative that I should remain at my post and absolutely impossible for me to come for you. So you will have to come to me. Will you, dear? Will you come? Can't your beautiful eyes see beyond the mist of my eagerness and anxiety that in the bewilderment of my worship — worshiping, as I do, one so divinely right, and feeling that my love is re-
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turned — how hard it is for me to ask you to overlook old-time customs, remembering only that you are to be a soldier's wife? A week, a day, an hour as your husband would engulf in its great joy all my past woes and ameliorate all future fears.
So, my Sally, don't let's wait; send me a line back by Jackerie saying you will come. Come at once, my darling, into this valley of the shadow of uncertainty, and make certain the comfort that if I should fall I shall fall as your husband.
You know that I love you with a devotion that absorbs all else — a devotion so divine that when in dreams I see you it is as something too pure and sacred for mortal touch. And if you only knew the heavenly life which thrills me through when I make it real to myself that you love me, you would understand. Think, my dear little one, of the uncertainty and dan gers of even a day of separation, and don't let the time come when either of us will look back and say, "It might have been."
If I am spared, my dear, all my life shall be devoted to making you happy, to keeping all that would hurt you far from you, to making
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all that is good come near to you. Heaven will help me to be ever helpful to you and will bless me to bless you. If you knew how every hour I kneel at your altar, if you could hear the prayers I offer to you and to our Heavenly Father for you, if you knew the in cessant thought and longing and desire to make you blessed, you would know how much your answer will mean to me and how, while I plead, I am held back by a reverence and a sensitive adoration for you. For, my Sally, you are my goddess and I am only Your devoted,
SOLDIER.
In Camp, April i$, 1863.
NOTE: To those who recall the rigid system of social training in which a girl of that period was reared, it will not seem strange that a maiden, even in war times, could not seriously contemplate the possibility of leaving home and being married by the wayside in that desultory and unstudied fashion. So, though my heart responded to the call, what could I do but adhere to the social laws, more formidable than were ever the majestic canons of the ecclesiasts? My Soldier admitted that I was right, and we agreed to await a more favorable time. — LA-
SALLE CORBELL PlCKETT.
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Warning Her to Leave the Danger Zone
HOPING, my darling, that you heeded your Soldier's admonition, and are now safe across the "Black Water," I am taking the risk of sending to you at Ivor, by my boy servant, Bob, a little box of dulces and a note filled with adoration.
My orders to follow Hood's Division have been countermanded. Hood was hurried on from the "Black Water" by rail to rejoin Marse Robert, who has just gained a great victory at Chancellorsville. I am ordered in stead to proceed at once with three of my bri gades to Petersburg, via the "Jerusalem- Plank-Road," to intercept a cavalry raid.
Perhaps, my darling, I shall have met these raiders ere this reaches you. Who knows how many of us may then hear the roll-call from the other side and be sorry? But sorry for whom? For the comrades who answer to 77
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their names and are reported present, or for those whose spirit voices, just born, have not yet gained the power to reach the ear of the orderly and who are reported dead, even though they, too, answer, "Here"? For, my darling, there is no death, and you must feel ' — must know — now and always, that whether here or there, at the roll-call your Soldier answers, "Here"
Now, adieu, my beloved. Close your brown eyes and feel my arms around you, for I am holding you close — oh, so close !
Forever your
SOLDIER.
Suffolk, May 5, 1863.
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Written When Lee Crossed the Potomac
EACH day, my darling, takes me farther and farther away from you, from all I love and hold dear. We have been guarding the passes of the Blue Ridge. To-day, under orders from Marse Robert, we cross the Po tomac. McLaws' and Hood's Divisions and the three brigades of my division follow on after Hill. May our Heavenly Father bless us with an early and a victorious return. But even then, the price of it — the price of it, my little one — the blood of our countrymen! God in His mercy temper the wind to us I
As I returned the salute of my men, many of them beardless boys, the terrible respon sibility as their Commander almost over whelmed me, and my heart was rent in prayer for guidance and help. Oh, the desolate homes — the widows and orphans and heart broken mothers that this campaign will make! How many of them, so full of hope and cheer 79
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now, will cross that other river which lands them at the Eternal Home.
Have faith, my little one; keep up a "skookum turn-turn." 1 Your soldier feels that he will return to claim his bride — his beauti ful, glorious bride. And then we shall be so happy, my darling, that all our days to come, we will show our loving gratitude to our Father for His mercy in sparing us to each other.
Now, my Sally, how I hate to say it — adieu. Do you remember how many times we said good-by that last evening? And then as I heard the latch of the gate click and shut me out, I was obliged to go back. I could not stand the cruelty of the sound of that latch — it seemed to knife my soul. I turned back and said, "Good night!" The door was open; I came in. You thought I had gone. I can't just remember how many times I said good night. I know I did not close the gate as I went out again. Keep another gate open for the good morning, my precious bride-to-be. Oh, the bliss to be — the bliss to be then for
YOUR SOLDIER.
In Camp, June 18, 1863.
1 Chinook for strong heart.
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On the Way Through Pennsylvania
I NEVER could quite enjoy being a "Con quering Hero." No, my dear, there is something radically wrong about my Hurrah- ism. I can fight for a cause I know to be just, can risk my own life and the lives of those in my keeping without a thought of the con sequences; but when we've conquered, when we've downed the enemy and won the victory, I don't want to hurrah. I want to go off all by myself and be sorry for them — want to lie down in the grass, away off in the woods some where or in some lone valley on the hillside far from all human sound, and rest my soul and put my heart to sleep and get back some thing — I don't know what — but something I had that is gone from me — something subtle and unexplainable — something I never knew I had till I had lost it — till it was gone — gone — gone !
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riously through the little town of Greencastle, the bands all playing our glorious, soul inspir ing, southern airs: "The Bonny Blue Flag," "My Maryland," "Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still," and the soldiers all happy, hopeful, joyously keeping time to the music, many fol lowing it with their voices and making up for the want of the welcome they were not receiv ing in the enemy's country by cheering them selves and giving themselves a welcome. As Floweree's band, playing "Dixie," was passing a vine-bowered home, a young girl rushed out on the porch and waved a United States flag. Then, either fearing that it might be taken from her or finding it too large and unwieldy, she fastened it around her as an apron, and taking hold of it on each side and waving it in defiance, called out with all the strength of her girlish voice and all the courage of her brave young heart:
"Traitors — traitors — traitors, come and take this flag, the man of you who dares !"
Knowing that many of my men were from a section of the country which had been within the enemy's lines, and fearing lest some might forget their manhood, I took off my hat and
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bowed to her, saluted her flag and then turned, facing the men who felt and saw my unspoken order. And don't you know that they were all Virginians and didn't forget if, and that almost every man lifted his cap and cheered the little maiden who, though she kept on wav ing her flag, ceased calling us traitors, till letting it drop in front of her she cried out:
"Oh, I wish— I wish I had a rebel flag; I'd wave that, too."
The picture of that little girl in the vine- covered porch, beneath the purple morning glories with their closed lips and bowed heads waiting and saving their prettiness and bloom for the coming morn — of course, I thought of you, my darling. For the time, that little Greencastle Yankee girl with her beloved flag was my own little promised-to-be-wife, receiv ing from her Soldier and her Soldier's soldiers the reverence and homage due her.
We left the little girl standing there with the flag gathered up in her arms, as if too sacred to be waved now that even the enemy had done it reverence. As ever,
YOUR SOLDIER.
Greencastle, Pa., June 24., 1863.
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XVI Lines Penned on the Road to Gettysburg
WE crossed the Potomac on the 24th at Williamsport and went into bivouac on the Maryland side, from which place I sent my Lady-Love a long letter and some flowers gathered on the way. We then went on to Hagerstown, where we met A. P. Hill's Corps, which had crossed the river farther down. From Hagerstown I sent to the same and only Lady-Love another letter, which was not only freighted with all the adoration and devotion of her Soldier's heart, but contained messages from the staff and promises to take care of him and bring him safely back to her.
We made no delay at Hagerstown, but pass ing through in the rear of Hill's Corps moved on up Cumberland Valley and bivouacked at Greencastle, where the most homesick letter of all yet written was sent to — well, guess whom this time. Why, to the same Lady-Love, the
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sweetest, loveliest flower that ever blossomed to bless and make fairer a beautiful world — for it is beautiful, betokening in its loveliness noth ing of this deadly strife between men who should be brethren of a great and common cause, as they are the heritage of a great and common country.
The officers and men are all in excellent condition, bright and cheerful, singing songs and telling stories, full of hope and courage, inspired with absolute faith and confidence in our success. There is no straggling, no dis order, no dissatisfaction, no plundering, and there are no desertions. Think of it, my dar ling — an army of sixty thousand men march ing through the enemy's country without the least opposition! The object of this great movement is, of course, unknown to us. Its purpose and our destination are known at present only to the Commanding General and his Chief Lieutenants. The men generally believe that the intention is to entirely sur round the Army of the Potomac and place Washington and Baltimore within our grasp. They think that Marse Robert is merely threatening the northern cities, with the view 85
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of suddenly turning down the Susquehanna, cutting off all railroad connections, destroying all bridges, throwing his army north of Balti more and cutting off Washington, and that Beauregard is to follow on directly from Rich mond via Manassas to Washington, in rear of Hooker, who of course will be in pursuit of Marse Robert.
Nous verrons.
We reached here this morning, June ayth, the anniversary of the battle of Gaines's Mill, where your Soldier was wounded. We marched straight through the town of Cham- bersburg, which was more deserted than Gold smith's village. The stores and houses were all closed, with here and there groups of un- cheerful Boers of Deutschland descent, ear nestly talking, more sylvan shadows than smiles wreathing their faces. I had given orders that the bands were not to play; but as we were marching through the northeastern part of the city, some young ladies came out onto the veranda of one of the prettiest homes in the town and asked:
"Would you mind shooting off the bands a
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So the command was given and the band played "Home Sweet Home," "Annie Laurie/' "Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still," "Nellie Gray" and "Hazel Dell." The young ladies asked the next band that passed if they wouldn't play "Dixie"; but the band instead struck up "The Old Oaken Bucket," "The Swanee River," "The Old Arm Chair," "The Lone Rock by the Sea" and "Auld Lang Syne."
"Thought you was rebels. Where'd you come from anyhow? Can't play 'Dixie/ none of you," they called out. We marched straight on through the city and are camped four miles beyond the town on the York River road.
To-morrow, if you'll promise not to divulge it to a human soul, I'll tell you a great secret. No, my darling, I can't wait till to-morrow. I'll tell you right now. So listen and cross your heart that you won't tell. I love you — love you — love you, and oh, little one, I want to see you so! That is the secret.
Lovingly and forever,
YOUR SOLDIER
Chambers burg, June 2*Jt 1863,
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During a Halt in the Long March
I WISH, my darling, you could see this wonderfully rich and prosperous country, abounding in plenty, with its great, strong, vigorous horses and oxen, its cows and crops and verdantly thriving vegetation — none of the ravages of war, no signs of devastation — all in woeful contrast to the land where we lay dreaming. All the time I break the law "Thou shalt not covet," for every fine horse or cow I see I want for my darling, and all the pretty things I see besides. Never mind, she shall have everything some day, and I shall have the universe and heaven's choicest gift when she is my wife — all my very own. At Chambersburg, Marse Robert preached us a sermon, first instructing us in the meaning of "meum" and "teum," and then taking as his text, "Vengeance is Mine, saith the Lord." I observed that the mourners' bench was not overcrowded with seekers for conversion.
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The poor fellows were thinking of their own despoiled homes, looted of everything, and were not wildly enthusiastic as they acquiesced obediently to our beloved Commander's or der. The Yanks have taken into the moun tains and across the Susquehanna all the sup plies they could, and we pay liberally for those which we are compelled to take, pay ing for them in money which is paid to us, our own Confederate script. Some of us have a few pieces of gold with which to pur chase some keepsake or token for the dear ones at home. Alas, my little one, how many of us will be blessed with the giving of them? God in His mercy be our Commander-in- Chief!
We have not a wide field for selection here, as we once had at Price's dry goods store or John Tyler's jewelry establishment in Rich mond; but it seems quite magnificent to us now, since the Richmond counters are so bare as to offer not even a wedding ring or a yard
of calico. We are guying General who,
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All that makes life dear is the thought of seeing you and being with you. And oh, what an eternity it seems since I said good night! Oh, my darling, love me, pray for me, hold me in your thoughts, keep me in your heart!
Our whole army is now in Pennsylvania, north of the river. There were rumors that Richmond was threatened from all sides— Dix from Old Point, Getty from Hanover, Keyes from Bottom's Bridge, and so on — and that we might be recalled. It turned out to be Munchausen, and we are still to march for ward. Every tramp — tramp — tramp is a thought — thought — thought of my darling, every halt a blessing invoked, every command a loving caress; and the thought of you and prayer for you make me strong, make me bet ter, give me courage, give me faith. Now, my dearest, let my soul speak to yours. Lis ten — listen — listen! You hear — I am an swered.
Forever and ever,
YOUR SOLDIER.
In Camp, June 29, 1863.
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Written While He Awaited the Order to Charge at Gettysburg
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CAN my prettice do patchwork? If she can, she must piece together these pen ciled scraps of soiled paper and make out of them, not a log-cabin quilt, but a wren's nest, cement it with love and fill it with blue and golden and speckled eggs of faith and hope, to hatch out greater love yet for us.
Well, the long, wearying march from Chambersburg, through dust and heat beyond compare, brought us here yesterday (a few miles from Gettysburg). Though my poor men were almost exhausted by the march in the intense heat, I felt that the exigencies de manded my assuring Marse Robert that we had arrived and that, with a few hours' rest, my men would be equal to anything he might require of them. I sent Walter with my mes sage and rode on myself to Little Round Top 91
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to see Old Peter, who, I tell you, dearest, was mighty glad to see me. And now, just think of it, though the old war-horse was watching A. P. Hill's attack upon the center and Hood and McLaws of his own corps, who had struck Sickles, he turned and before referring to the fighting or asking about the march in quired after you, my darling! While we were watching the fight Walter came back with Marse Robert's reply to my message, which was in part: "Tell Pickett I'm glad that he has come, that I can always depend upon him and his men, but that I shall not want him this evening."
We have been on the qui vive, sweetheart, since midnight and as early as three o'clock were on the march. About half past three, Gary's pistol signaled the Yankees' attack upon Gulp's Hill, and with its echo a wail of regret went up from my very soul that the other two brigades of my old division had been left behind. Oh, God, if only I had them — a surety for the honor of Virginia, for I can depend upon them, little one. They know your Soldier and would follow him into
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the very jaws of death — and he will need them, right here, too, before he's through.
At early dawn, darkened by the threaten ing rain, Armistead, Garnett, Kemper and your Soldier held a heart-to-heart powwow.
All three sent regards to you, and Old Lewis pulled a ring from his little finger and making me take it, said, "Give this little token, George, please, to her of the sunset eyes, with my love, and tell her the 'old man' says since he could not be the lucky dog he's mighty glad that you are."
Dear old Lewis — dear old "Lo," as Ma- gruder always called him, being short for Lothario. Well, my Sally, I'll keep the ring for you, and some day I'll take it to John Tyler and have it made into a breastpin and set around with rubies and diamonds and emeralds. You will be the pearl, the other jewel. Dear old Lewis!
Just as we three separated to go our differ ent ways after silently clasping hands, our fears and prayers voiced in the "Good luck, 93
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old man," a summons came from Old Peter, and I immediately rode to the top of the ridge where he and Marse Robert were making a reconnaissance of Meade's position. "Great God!" said Old Peter as I came up. "Look, General Lee, at the insurmountable difficul ties between our line and that of the Yankees — the steep hills, the tiers of artillery, the fences, the heavy skirmish line — and then we'll have to fight our infantry against their batteries. Look at the ground we'll have to charge over, nearly a mile of that open ground there under the rain of their canister and shrapnel."
"The enemy is there, General Longstreet, and I am going to strike him," said Marse Robert in his firm, quiet, determined voice.
About 8 o'clock I rode with them along our line of prostrate infantry. They had been told to lie down to prevent attracting attention, and though they had been forbid den to cheer they voluntarily arose and lifted in reverential adoration their caps to our be loved commander as we rode slowly along.
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Oh, the responsibility for the lives of such men as these! Well, my darling, their fate and that of our beloved Southland will be settled ere your glorious brown eyes rest on these scraps of penciled paper — your Soldier's last letter, perhaps.
Our line of battle faces Cemetery Ridge. Our detachments have been thrown forward to support our artillery which stretches over a mile along the crests of Oak Ridge and Seminary Ridge. The men are lying in the rear,, my darling, and the hot July sun pours its scorching rays almost vertically down upon them. The suffering and waiting are almost unbearable.
Well, my sweetheart, at one o'clock the aw ful silence was broken by a cannon-shot and then another, and then more than a hundred guns shook the hills from crest to base, an swered by more than another hundred — the whole world a blazing volcano, the whole of heaven a thunderbolt — then darkness and ab solute silence — then the grim and gruesome, low-spoken commands — then the forming of 95
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the attacking columns. My brave Virginians are to attack in front. Oh, may God in mercy help me as He never helped before!
I have ridden up to report to Old Peter. I shall give him this letter to mail to you and a package to give you if — Oh, my darling, do you feel the love of my heart, the prayer, as I write that fatal word?
Now, I go; but remember always that I love you with all my heart and soul, with every fiber of my being; that now and forever I am yours — yours, my beloved. It is almost three o'clock. My soul reaches out to yours — my prayers. I'll keep up a skookum tumtum for Virginia and for you, my darling.
YOUR SOLDIER.
Gettysburg, July 3, 1863.
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Relating Certain Incidents of the Great Battle
MY letter of yesterday, my darling, writ ten before the battle, was full of hope and cheer; even though it told you of the long hours of waiting from four in the morning, when Gary's pistol rang out from the Federal lines signaling the attack upon Gulp's Hill, to the solemn eight-o'clock review of my men, who rose and stood silently lifting their hats in loving reverence as Marse Robert, Old Peter and your own Soldier reviewed them — on then to the deadly stillness of the five hours following, when the men lay in the tall grass in the rear of the artillery line, the July sun pouring its scorching rays almost vertically down upon them, till one o'clock when the awful silence of the vast battlefield was broken by a cannon-shot which opened the greatest artillery duel of the world. The 97
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firing lasted two hours. When it ceased we took advantage of the blackened field and in the glowering darkness formed our attacking column just before the brow of Seminary Ridge.
I closed my letter to you a little before three o'clock and rode up to Old Peter for orders. I found him like a great lion at bay. I have never seen him so grave and troubled. For several minutes after I had saluted him he looked at me without speaking. Then in an agonized voice, the reserve all gone, he said:
aPickett, I am being crucified at the thought of the sacrifice of life which this at tack will make. I have instructed Alexander to watch the effect of our fire upon the enemy, and when it begins to tell he must take the re sponsibility and give you your orders, for I can't."
While he was yet speaking a note was brought to me from Alexander. After read ing it I handed it to him, asking if I should obey and go forward. He looked at me for a moment, then held out his hand. Presently, clasping his other hand over mine without
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speaking he bowed his head upon his breast. I shall never forget the look in his face nor the clasp of his hand when I said: — "Then, General, I shall lead my Division on." I had ridden only a few paces when I remembered your letter and (forgive me) thoughtlessly scribbled in a corner of the envelope, "If Old Peter's nod means death then good-by and God bless you, little one," turned back and asked the dear old chief if he would be good enough to mail it for me. As he took your let ter from me, my darling, I saw tears glisten ing on his cheeks and beard. The stern old war-horse, God bless him, was weeping for his men and, I know, praying too that this cup might pass from them. I obeyed the silent as sent of his bowed head, an assent given against his own convictions, — given in anguish and with reluctance.
My brave boys were full of hope and con fident of victory as I led them forth, forming them in column of attack, and though officers and men alike knew what was before them, — knew the odds against them, — they eagerly of fered up their lives on the altar of duty, hav ing absolute faith in their ultimate success. 99
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Over on Cemetery Ridge the Federals beheld a scene never before witnessed on this conti nent, — a scene which has never previously been enacted and can never take place again — an army forming in line of battle in full view, under their very eyes — charging across a space nearly a mile in length over fields of waving grain and anon of stubble and then a smooth expanse — moving with the steadiness of a dress parade, the pride and glory soon to be crushed by an overwhelming heartbreak.1
Well, it is all over now. The battle is lost, and many of us are prisoners, many are dead, many wounded, bleeding and dying. Your Soldier lives and mourns and but for you, my darling, he would rather, a million times rather, be back there with his dead, to sleep for all time in an unknown grave.
Your sorrowing
SOLDIER.
In Camp, July 4, 1863.
1 Here follows a detailed account of the battle, which is omitted from this volume for the reasons given in the note on page 211.
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Written in Sorrow and Defeat, Three 'Days After the Struggle
ON the Fourth — far from a glorious Fourth to us or to any with love for his fellow-men — I wrote you just a line of heart break. The sacrifice of life on that blood- soaked field on the fatal third was too awful for the heralding of victory, even for our vic torious foe, who I think, believe as we do, that it decided the fate of our cause. No words can picture the anguish of that roll-call — the breathless waits between the responses. The "Here" of those who, by God's mercy, had miraculously escaped the awful rain of shot and shell was a sob — a gasp — a knell — for the unanswered name of his comrade. There was no tone of thankfulness for having been spared to answer to their names, but rather a toll, and an unvoiced wish that they, too, had been among the missing.
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Even now I can hear them cheering as I gave the order, "Forward 1" I can feel the thrill of their joyous voices as they called out all along the line, "We'll follow you, Marse George. We'll follow you— we'll follow you." Oh, how faithfully they kept their word — following me on — on — to their death, and I, believing in the promised support, led them on — on — on— Oh, God!
I can't write you a love-letter to-day, my Sally, for with my great love for you and my gratitude to God for sparing my life to devote to you, comes the overpowering thought of those whose lives were sacrificed — of the broken-hearted widows and mothers and orphans. The moans of my wounded boys, the sight of the dead, upturned faces, flood my soul with grief — and here am I whom they trusted, whom they followed, leaving them on that field of carnage — and guarding four thousand prisoners across the river back to Winchester. Such a duty for men who a few hours ago covered themselves with glory eternal !
Well, my darling, I put the prisoners all on their honor and gave them equal liberties with
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my own soldier boys. My first command to them was to go and enjoy themselves the best they could, and they have obeyed my order. To-day a Dutchman and two of his comrades came up and told me that they were lost and besought me to help them find their comrades. They had been with my men and were sepa rated from their own comrades. So I sent old Floyd off on St. Paul to find out where they belonged and deliver them.
This is too gloomy and too poor a letter for so beautiful a sweetheart, but it seems sacri legious, almost, to say I love you, with the hearts that are stilled to love on the field of battle.
YOUR SOLDIER.
Headquarters, July 6, 1863.
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Containing Further Details of the Battle
I AM enclosing you a copy of General Lee's official letter of July 9th, in answer to mine of the 8th, the same day on which I wrote you (who deserved something brighter) that ghostly, woeful letter.
General Lee's letter has been published to the division in general orders and received with appreciative satisfaction. The soldiers, one and all, love and honor Lee, and his sym pathy and praise are always very dear to them. Just after the order was published I heard one of the men, rather rough and uncouth and not, as are most of the men, to the manner born, say, as he wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, "Dag-gone him, dag-gone him, dag-gone his old soul, I'm blamed ef I wouldn't be dag-gone willin' to go right through it all and be killed again with them others to hear Marse Robert, dag-gone him,
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say over again as how he grieved bout'n we- all's losses and honored us for we-all's bravery! Darned ef I wouldn't." Isn't that reverential adoration, my darling, to be willing to be "killed again" for a word of praise?
It seems selfish and inhuman to speak of love — haunted as I am with the unnecessary sacrifice of the lives of so many of my brave boys. I can't think of anything but the deso late homes in Virginia and the unknown dead in Pennsylvania. At the beginning of the fight I was so sanguine, so sure of success! Early in the morning I had been assured by Alexander that General Lee had ordered that every brigade in his command was to charge Cemetery Hill; so I had no fear of not being supported. Alexander also assured me of the support of his artillery which would move ahead of my division in the advance. He told me that he had borrowed seven twelve-pound howitzers from Pendleton, Lee's Chief of Ar tillery, which he had put in reserve to ac company me.
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angle of the wood in which my line was formed, which line was just on the left of his seventy-five guns. At about a quarter to three o'clock, when his written order to make the charge was handed to me, and dear Old Peter after reading it in sorrow and fear re luctantly bowed his head in assent, I obeyed, leading my three brigades straight on the enemy's front. You never saw anything like it. They moved across that field of death as a battalion marches forward in line of battle upon drill, each commander in front of his command leading and cheering on his men. Two lines of the enemy's infantry were driven back; two lines of guns were taken — and no support came. Pendleton, without Alexan der's knowledge, had sent four of the guns which he had loaned him to some other part of the field, and the other three guns could not be found. The two brigades which were to have followed me had, poor fellows, been seriously engaged in the fights of the two previous days. Both of their commanding of ficers had been killed, and while they had been replaced by gallant, competent officers,
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these new leaders were unknown to the men.
Ah, if I had only had my other two brigades a different story would have been flashed to the world. It was too late to retreat, and to go on was death or capture. Poor old Dick Garnett did not dismount, as did the others of us, and he was killed instantly, falling from his horse. Kemper, desperately wounded, was brought from the field and subsequently, taken prisoner. Dear old Lewis Armistead, God bless him, was mortally wounded at the head of his command after planting the flag of Virginia within the enemy's lines. Seven of my colonels were killed, and one was mor tally wounded. Nine of my lieutenant colonels were wounded, and three lieutenant colonels were killed. Only one field officer of my whole command, Colonel Cabell, was unhurt, and the loss of my company officers was in proportion.
I wonder, my dear, if in the light of the Great Eternity we shall any of us feel this was for the best and shall have learned to say, "Thy will be done."
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bricks of happiness and the mortar of love must lie untouched in this lowering gloom. Pray, dear, for the sorrowing ones.
YOUR SOLDIER.
Headquarters, July 12, 1863.
HEADQUARTERS, A. N. Va.,
July gth, 1863. General:
Your letter of the 8th has been received. It was with reluctance that I imposed upon your gallant division the duty of carrying prisoners to Staunton. I regretted to assign them to such a service, as well as to separate them from the Army, though temporarily, with which they have been so long and efficiently associated. Though small in numbers, their worth is not diminished, and I had supposed that the division itself would be loth to part from its comrades, at a time when the presence of every man is so essential.
No one grieves more than I do at the loss suffered by j^our noble division in the recent conflict, or honors it more for its bravery and gallantry. It will afford me hereafter satisfaction, when an opportunity occurs, to do all in my power to recruit its diminished ranks, and to recognize it in the most efficient manner.
Very respectfully, your obedient servant,
R. E. LEE, General.
Major Gen. G. E. Pickett, commanding,
Forwarded through Lieut. Gen. Longstreet. C. MARSHALL, Major and A. D. C.
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On the Way to Richmond — Guarding Prisoners
IT would be impossible, my darling, to de scribe to you even the half of the horrors and hardships of these last days, from the first night's long march to the present hour; not only for ourselves but for the prisoners whom, with shattered hopes and heartbreak we, the little remnant of my division, have been as signed to guard. "One prisoner is too many for us, who haven't a crust to go around among ourselves," as Old Jack said.
Oh, the pity of it, guarding these prisoners through their own country, depleted and suf fering mentally and physically as we are, and being forced to march forward with a speed beyond their own and our endurance. It may be some consolation to both that we suffer alike from fatigue, hunger, exhaustion and wet, for the excessive rains which set in on the fourth have continued unabated. 109
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The long wagon-trains, the artillery, the as sortment of vehicles of all kinds impressed from the farmers and loaded to their utmost capacity with our wounded and, anon, room made for the crowding in of yet another, fall ing from illness or exhaustion all along our way, have added their quota to the discom forts of the march. Our commissariat, too, has been as wretched here in this land of plenty as it was in the barren, war-ridden land we left behind. Our banquets, we, the guard of honor, and our guests, the prisoners, have shared like-and-like, and none was ever more enjoyed by either than the flour made into paste and baked on the stones in front of the fire and the good Pennsylvania beef roasted on the end of a stick. By the way, my Sally, when you are my little housekeeper you must remember that this stick-end roasting is a mighty toothsome recipe for cooking beef.
The prisoners have been far more cheerful than we have been, for they have not only had strong hope of being retaken by their own arms within a few days but their army has gained a great victory, and though dearly bought, it has, I fear, decided the fate of our
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new-born nation. The cannonading on the second morning, the shells from which we could clearly see bursting somewhere in the vicinity of the Monterey House and which we learned were from Kilpatrick's artillery, en deavoring to cut off our trains and prevent our retreat, gave the prisoners double assur ance of release. Their hope of rescue being deferred at Monterey Springs, I instructed my Inspector-General to parole the officers and give them safeguard to return, binding them to render themselves prisoners of war at Rich mond if they were not duly recognized by their government. Unfortunately, I was not per mitted to release them at this point and they were required to march with the rest of the prisoners.
A Colonel of a Maine regiment, Colonel Tilden, a splendid, gallant fellow, so appre ciative, too, of the very few small courtesies which it has been possible to show him, asked that I cancel their paroles, the main object of which had been to avoid the terrors of the march, which I, in honor, did of course.
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a rest of only an hour or so, marched all night. At nine o'clock the following morn ing we reached Hagerstown but hurried on through to Williamsport. All along the road from Hagerstown to Williamsport were grue some evidences of Kilpatrick's dash into Hagerstown — here a dead cavalryman, there a broken caisson, a dead horse. I ought not to let your beautiful eyes see through mine all these horrors, but some day, my darling, some day we'll strew roses and violets and lilies over them all, even over the memories of them. We'll listen to the resurrection that hope and faith and love voice in all the songs of nature. It will not be long, darling, for to-day the official news of the surrender of Vicksburg reached us. The tidings brought cheers from the prisoners and increased the sullen gloom of their guard.
I am directed to turn the prisoners over to General Imboden's command, who is to es cort them to Staunton. Their final destina tion will, I suppose, be the old nine-room brick warehouse on Carey Street in Rich mond, "Libby & Sons — Ship Chandlers and Grocers" — a sign which I remember as a boy
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and associate with "Cat" and "Truant" and other boyish games. Always I shall like to remember it as a place to play, and not think of it as a living tomb. There will not, I fear, be many of my fellow-sufferers of the last few days who enter these awesome walls who will ever come forth alive.
The Potomac was so swollen by the rains which began on the fourth and still continue, that it was impossible to cross it at any of the neighboring fords. A rope ferry, the only means of crossing, made it slow and tedious, and every minute's delay, my darling, seems centuries when I am on my way to you — to you.
Jackerie has waited so long for my post script that he has gone to sleep and I have now not time to write it, but you will know that the most important thing is in the P. S. and this is love, — the love of
Your adoring
SOLDIER.
On the March, July 12 f 1863.
PART THREE
Wedding Bells that Rang in the Wilderness
the return of the army to Vir- ginia, after the tragic defeat at Gettysburg, began the slow ebb of the tide that had carried the hopes of the Confederacy so high. It was in this crisis when he was back in his war-wasted state, fighting despondency and needing, as never before, the love and devotion of a wife that General Pickett determined to wait no longer but to marry his sweet heart at once. As he could not go to her she crossed the enemy's lines and joined him at Petersburg, where they were made one.
Soon after their marriage came the in evitable orders to march and the General and his bride were separated for weeks at a time. But his letters brought to her constant cheer and the promise, oft re peated, to come back to her in spite of the dangers besetting him. That he did so, was due certainly to some kind for tune that guarded him, since the deeds of daring which he performed at the head of his division became a tradition in the Army.
XXIII In Which the General Issues An Order
OLD Peter is to go to Tennessee to reen- force Bragg. He has placed his plans before the Secretary of War.
Now, my darling, I have just had a long powwow with him (Old Peter) who, "old war-horse" as he is, has been in love himself, is still in love, will always be in love, and knows of our love — of our plighted troth — and knowing it, tells me it is his purpose to take me with him on this proposed expedi tion.
Now, my Sally, your Soldier is a soldier, and never, even to himself, questions an order. "His not to reason why." Darling, do you know what this means? Why, my little one, it means that you haven't one moment's res pite. It means that you are to be Mrs. .Gen eral George Pickett, my precious wife, right away. It means that you are to fulfill your
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promise to "come to me at a moment's notice." Yours, too, now, "not to reason why," but to obey and come at once. We cannot brook any delay, my darling; so pack up your knap sack — never mind the rations and the ammu nition, but come. My Aunt Olivia, with Uncle Andrew, one of my staff and one of my couriers will meet you and your dear parents on this side of the Black Water and will escort you to Petersburg, where I shall be waiting at the train to meet you. I shall see you all to the hotel, where you will wait while your father, Bright and I get the license and make other necessary arrangements for our imme diate marriage, which I have planned to take place sine die at St. Paul's Church. Our old friend, Doctor Platt, will pronounce the words that make us one in the sight of the world. From the church, we will go to the depot, where a special train, having been ar ranged for us by our friend, Mr. Reuben Raglan, God bless him, will take us over to Richmond, where my little sister is waiting longingly to love and welcome my wife — her new sister.
My darling will realize how impossible it
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is for her Soldier to consult with her and will forgive his bungling and awkwardness. Never mind, after this she shall do all the planning. Oh, what a heaven on earth is be fore us — if only this cruel war were over! A Dios. Forgive this business letter. Courier awaits. You will come; I have no fear.
Forever your
SOLDIER.
Headquarters, Sept. 13, 1863.
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Written After Their Marriage, on an Expe dition Into North Carolina
IT seems an age, my darling, since we rode away, leaving you and Mrs. Ransom 1 standing in that wonderful grove of maiden trees. I veil the annoying, disappointing scenes since then and see again the beautiful picture of my own bride, clothed in white, in the greenery with the "grandfather squirrels" playing all around her, climbing over her and eating from her dainty, graceful hands. "Mine — mine — all my own!" I said, invoking our Father's care of you. Oh, my love, all my happiness is in your hands, and as you love me, guard your precious self from all harm. I have you on my heart all the day.
Ransom sent on our letters from Kingston, via the Ugr.2 I hope they reached you safely.
1 Wife of General Ransom.
2 Underground railway.
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Old Floyd3 sent a most mysterious looking package to you and Mrs. Ransom, which he said you must both thank St. Paul for. In Floyd's opinion, St. Paul has as much to an swer for as the great Apostle for whom he is named. Certainly in appearance he is as in significant looking as a horse as St. Paul has been described as a man, and while he has not had one, much less five, shipwrecks, he has had all manner of hairbreadth escapes, hard ships, indignities and a million times more stripes, all of which he has borne with Chris tian resignation and endurance.
Well, dearest, my name is George and my patience and temper accord with the name. Our well-formed plans for the capture of Newbern miscarried. Hoke's, Clingman's and Corse's Brigades and Reid's Artillery under my command were to make a feint — to threaten on the south side of the Neuse River. Dearing's Cavalry and three regiments of in fantry under Bearing were to make a demon stration on the north side of the Neuse. Ran som, Barton, and Terry under Barton were to make the real attack, while we created a diver-
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sion and drew off the enemy. Simultaneously with our movements Colonel R. Taylor Wood was to take a naval force in small boats, make a night excursion down the Neuse and attack the gunboats. The soldiers were all jubilant, buoyant and hopeful. Everything was propi tious ; victory seemed sure. General Bearing's feint was successful. Hoke and Corse and Clingman crossed over, taking all the defenses and outworks in front. Wood's attack was a complete surprise, capturing a gunboat right under the guns of the fort; but, alas, the real attack by Barton was not made. We waited in deathlike suspense. Hour after hour of restless anxiety and impatience went by and yet no sound of a gun — and no message came to tell me why. The torture and suspense were unbearable. Newbern was ours — ours if — Well — hope died out and the dejection and despair of the men with their hopes dashed cannot be told.
As ever,
YOUR SOLDIER.
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From the Lines Near Petersburg, Va.
YOUR Soldier breathes easier this morn ing, my darling. A great load is lifted. Haygood's brave South Carolina Brigade came in yesterday, thank God, and I stationed them at Port Walthall Junction. This will keep the connection between Petersburg and Richmond open. Wise's Brigade got in to day and was sent out toward City Point.
For nights I have not closed my eyes. How could I, with a whole city full of help less, defenseless women and children at the mercy of an oncoming army? Butler's whole force, in transports protected by his gunboats, landed at City Point and Bermuda Hundred, and no army here to meet them! Not enough soldiers, boys and old men all put together, even for picket duty!
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sent out such a basket of goodies, and baked and buttered such a lot of biscuits, and made so many jugs of coffee as came this morning. My, I tell you it all tasted good, and the coffee— well, no Mocha or Java ever tasted half so good as this rye-sweet-potato blend! And think of your thoughtf ulness in wrapping blankets around the jugs to keep the coffee hot. Bless your thoughtful heart! You are, without doubt, the dearest, most indefatigable little piece of perfection that ever rode a horse or buttered a biscuit or plucked a flower or ever did anything else, as to that. Then those hyacinths and geranium leaves! Who else in all this nerve-racking, starving, perilous time would have thought of gathering flowers? My nigger, Bob, the loyal but unappreciative scamp, apologetically took out the baskets, which were apparently filled with the yet dew- kissed fragrant flowers, and said:
"Miss Sallie, Marse George, de Mistis, done en sont you all dese yer endoubled hyacinfs. En I axed her huccome she sont 'em; but she didn't say. So ef you all don't lak 'em you-all mus' 'scuse her fer it en put all de blame 'pon me. En anyhow, Marse
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George, ef you cyan't eat dese hyacinfses ner w'ar 'em ner shoot de Yankees wid' em, dey suttinly does smell good and dey sho' is pretty."
Mrs. Stratton and Mrs. Johnson sent out large hampers, too, to us. They came just after we had finished with your baskets, and we passed them on to others.
And now, my darling, what on earth did you mean by saying, "Never mind," as you said good-by and rode away yesterday. It troubled me all night. I wanted to follow after you and ask you what you meant, but couldn't. I would have jumped on Lucy and ridden in to Petersburg and found out if it had been pos sible for me to leave. I was so troubled about it that I was almost tempted to come in any how. For the life of me, little one, I couldn't think of any reason why you should say, "Never mind," to me. Were you aggrieved because your blundering old Soldier told you there was no necessity for your coming out to bring the dispatches, any longer; that, thank heaven, the recruits and reinforcements were coming in now, and that we could manage all right? I did not mean to hurt you, dear. 125
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I hoped you'd send a line by Bob telling me what you meant and why you had said it, but when I asked him if you had written, he said:
"Yes, Suh, Marse George, 'course de mistis is done en writ a letter er a answer er sumpin' ; but ef she did done it, den I mus' er forgot ter fotch it, bein' ez I wuz in sich a hurry ter git yere in time dis mornin' wid de baskets, en startin' befo' daybre'k. En den dis ebenin' a gettin' de basket en papers en milk en things ready in sich a hurry agin, I mus' er forgot de letter agin."
Now, please, my darling, send Bob back right away with a nice letter and tell your Soldier that you did not mean anything by say ing, "Never mind," to him, for he loves you with all his heart and would not wound or dis appoint or offend you for anything in the world.
YOUR SOLDIER.
On the Lines, May 7, 1864.
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XXVI In the Wilderness Before Cold Harbor
BAIRD has just come in from the lines, my darling wife, and reports that all is well. I came in about eleven and was lying in my tent all alone, thinking of you, and while I builded wonderful castles I was sere nading you with the songs I love.
I think I had finished all the songs I had ever sung to you, and when Baird came in my thoughts had wandered to the Salmon-Illahie and I was singing Anne Boleyn's song, aOh Death, Rock Me Asleep," which was taught me by my friend, Captain G. P. Hornby, of Her Majesty's ship Tribune, away out in San Juan Island on the Pacific Coast in 1859. I do not know why I was singing this song, ex cept that it is beautiful and one of the finest and sweetest of melodies. Both the air and words were written by poor, unfortunate Anne Boleyn. I know but one verse — if 127
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Hornby ever knew other verses he had for gotten them — but the one I know is appeal ing. I will write it for you, if I may :
"Oh, Death, rock me asleep ! Bring me to quiet and rest ; Let pass my weary, guiltless life out of my careful breast ; Toll on the passing bell, ring out my doleful knell; Let thy sound my death tell. Death doth draw me, Death doth draw me. There is no remedy."
Baird stopped outside and listened and then came in, asking permission to order Bob to light the dips, and saying, "Please, Sir, Marse George, when you sing that song I haven't got a friend in the world. I'm lonesome and feel creeps and see spooks and, what's worse, I don't know whether I am Anne Boleyn her self, or am myself responsible for all poor Anne's sorrows and death."
So I stopped singing and am writing to tell you a great secret, which is — I love you. Some day when we are happy — so happy that nothing could make us any happier — I'll sing this song to you.
Last night there was a night attack. Sev eral of the men were wounded slightly; but the face of one — perhaps seriously wounded—
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haunts me. He is a boy with golden brown curls — somebody's darling. To-night, we made a capture of the Federal pickets, sweep^ ing their rifle-pits for more than a hundred yards and taking a hundred and thirty-six prisoners. You know our lines are so close together in many places that we, the Yankees and my men, can with voices raised carry on a conversation.
War and its horrors, and yet I sing and whistle. Oh, my sweetheart, if only this wicked war were over so that we could in peace and quiet tranquilly finish the book of Love which we have but just begun.
Adios now. I see old Jackerie in the flap with his pack and bag, his wonted grace and patience, his dolce-far-niente eyes and soft, southern Italian voice, saying, "No hulla-non- enty." But I must hurry, for he starts at day break and it is now past midnight.
Lovingly now and forever,
YOUR SOLDIER.
In Camp, June, 1864.
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Recalling a Visit from "Old Jack"
HERE we are still, my darling. My division is stationed with the rest of the First Corps between new and old Cold Har bor. Old Peter, having been wounded in the Wilderness, Anderson has been put in com mand of the First Corps. Grant has been ap pointed Lieutenant General and has arrived at nearly the same point in his march down the river that McClellan reached in his up ward progress in '62. Over a crimson road both armies have returned to Cold Harbor. The Wilderness, alas, is one vast graveyard where sleep thousands of Grant's soldiers; but Grant, like our Stonewall, is "fighting not to save lives, but country."
For the second time now Cold Harbor has become a battle-ground. Two years ago it furnished the field for the battle of Gaines's Mill (which the Yankees called Cold Har bor) where your Soldier was wounded. Does
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it seem to you as long ago as two years, my darling? To me, it seems but yesterday that I lay in Richmond at my little sister's and you came to see me, blessing and cheering me. I can feel now the soft touch of your little white hands, as you gently stroked and soothed my wounded shoulder and swollen arm and hand. Do you remember one afternoon while you were reading from Moore's melodies (not that I heard or took in the meaning of a single word of them, for I only heard the music of your wonderful voice and saw the long, dark lashes caressing the words which those cupid-shaped cherry lips were uttering) that our dear old Stonewall was announced? Of course I knew his calling was out of the usual, and I was honored and gratified by his coming; but any guest was unwelcome if I had to share with him my darling. I remember that you marked the place you were reading with your dainty, scented handkerchief, which I stole and still have. You and my sister were about to withdraw; but both the General and I urged you to remain. I shall always hold sacred "Old Jack's" visit and remember its every detail.
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Do you recall how indignant our maid servant was at what she supposed a reflection upon the mint-juleps she was serving? You remember the uncompromising, stern old Puritan declined, saying, "Take that liquor away. I never touch strong drink. I like it too well to fool with it, and no man's strength is strong enough to touch that stuff with im punity." You remember how, though she politely curtsied, poor Julie, humbly but vigorously defending her juleps, replied, " 'Scuse me, Marse Gen'ul Jackson, but dese yer drams ain't got no impunities in 'em, Suh. Nor, Suh. Braxton done en mek 'em out'n we-all's ve'y bes' old London Dock brandy out'n one of we-all's cobweb bottles."
Old Jackerie brought me your letter on the first, just after the Yankees' attack on Hoke and Kershaw, breaking their outer lines. That night Grant transferred his right to a point beyond Cold Harbor. On the afternoon of the second Marse Robert ordered an assault on Grant's right; but old Jubal found it in vincible and went to work erecting defenses. I believe it was old Jube who gave Marse Robert the title of "Old-Spades-Lee," or "Old
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Ace of Spades," because of his incessant activ ity in throwing up defenses, trenches, breast works, etc. This morning Grant made an as sault along the entire six miles of our line, and our guns opened a counter attack, followed by advance skirmishes of my division. The whole Confederate line poured a stream of fire, and thousands of Grant's soldiers have gone to reenforce the army of the dead.
Oh, this is all a weary, long mistake. May the merciful and true God wield power to end it ere another day passes!
YOUR SOLDIER.
Cold Harbor, June jf 1864.
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After General Lee Had Congratulated His Division for Gallantry
OUTSIDE, my darling, the band has been playing the songs that we love, and in side I have been softly singing them all to you, to your spirit far away; Now they have wound up with " Alice, Where Art Thou?" which might have set me wondering if it had not been the hour we each seek to be alone that we may bring our souls in touch. So I knew that thou wert with me.
This morning Tom Friend brought me a weesome package of tea, which he wishes sent to you. "One of the men," he said, "swapped his tobacco for it." If the whole universe were mine, I'd lay it at your feet, for love has builded in my heart three altars for thy wor ship — one to Faith, one to Hope, one to Serv ice — and you, my Goddess whom I worship, must feed my faith, illumine my hope and command my service.
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This morning, for reasons which you will presently note, I was thinking of our ever memorable ride from Petersburg. Its anxie ties and pleasures, your indomitable pluck and merry laughter on that day pass before me, making me shudder with fear or thrill with happiness. It was on your birthday, you re member, and Beauregard had been forced to leave his intrenchments at early daylight, and Butler had walked into them and had suc ceeded in reaching the Richmond and Peters burg Railroad and was destroying the track when the advance guard of my division ran him off. I had left you in the rear and had gone on about a quarter of a mile in advance of my division and was riding quietly along with the members of my staff and General R. H. Anderson, who was then commanding the corps. We were some ten miles or so from Petersburg when we were ambushed and fired into by a portion of Butler's troops. Hun- ton's Brigade was followed up by my other brigades, and we drove the enemy back to ward Bermuda Hundred, where they were stopped by my men who retook the whole line.
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pleased Marse Robert that he yesterday had published the inclosed notice, which I send you that you may be reminded of my glorious, fearless men who yet survived that awful third of July where so many of their comrades were left to sleep. The line of breastworks which they took and to which Marse Robert refers in the notice inclosed is most important, as the main line of defense between Richmond and Petersburg and opposing any advance of the enemy upon the peninsula of Bermuda Hun dred.
Now my darling sees why I am thinking of that 1 6th of May. It was because she, though Marse Robert doesn't know it, comes in for a share of his praise. I am thinking of you every minute and wish that I could ride in, if only for an hour between sundown and mid night, to see you; but, to use Mr. Lincoln's expressive words, Grant is so "infernally interruptious" that I am afraid to take the risk.
Now, my strayed angel of the skies, don't be disappointed. I love you. Good night. May all blessings bless you, all sunshine shine for you, all angels guard you, all that is good
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take care of you and all heaven help me to be worthy of you.
Forever and ever
YOUR SOLDIER.
Headquarters, June 18, 1864.
Clay's House, $130 P. M.t June 17, 1864. LIEUTENANT-GENERAL R. H. ANDERSON,
Commanding Longstreet's Corps. GENERAL :
I take great pleasure in presenting to you my congratu lations upon the conduct of the men of your corps. I be lieve they will carry anything they are put against. We tried very hard to stop Pickett's men from capturing the breastworks of the enemy, but could not do it. I hope his loss has been small.
I am, with respect, your obedient servant,
R. E. LEE, General.
XXIX
When Butler Burned the General's Old Home
WAS my letter of yesterday strenuous? Well, it was a strenuous day, full of rumors and contradictions. And yet in spite of it I managed to sandwich in between the shelling and the movement of the fleet and the distinguished visitors the ever new and true story of my love. But I had only time to make the bare announcement at the close of that letter that Butler had burned our home the day before. If it had been burned in line of battle, it would have been all right; but it was not. It was burned by Butler at a great expense to the Government and in revenge for having been outgeneraled by a little hand ful of my men at Petersburg and for Grant's telegram to Mr. Lincoln, saying, "Pickett has bottled up Butler at Petersburg."
Mr. Sims, who has been our overseer ever since I can remember, came up from Turkey
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Island this morning to tell me all about it. The poor old fellow loved the old place and is heartbroken over its destruction. He says they first looted the house and then shelled and burned it, together with the barn and stables. He is very bitter and vindictive and vows all, manner of eternal vengeance. The poor old chap is sensitive because I did not rave and rage with him, and resents what he considers my indifference. He gave me the benefit of all the swear words in his vocabulary when I tried to make him understand that there are weightier things and subjects of greater mo ment than the mere loss of personal property. " 'Personal property!'" he quoted indig nantly. "Why, Turkey Island was your ma's and pa's and their ma's and pa's before 'em. Think of them big oaks, them maiden trees, the river and everything! Think of all the big men that's set 'round that old mahogany table and jingled their glasses at that big old sideboard! 'Personal property!' Why, when you was just a turning six your pa and me showed you the very halting place whar in January, 1781, that traitor, Benedict Arnold, stopped on his march to Richmond after he 139
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had come up with the fleet at Jamestown and then went on to Westover. 'Personal prop erty!' Why, I remember the very day we sot you up in the crotch of that great old oak tree under which Governor Jefferson and Mr. Edmund Randolph 'lighted from their fillies and tied them to one of the limbs till they could walk a piece and see for themselves that old monument put up in 171 1, eleven years be fore that time, to show how much devilment a river could do if it had the elements to help it. 'Personal property!' Why, Sir, there wan't a picture or a piece of furniture or a statuary in that old home that wan't only sea soned with age, but had a store of valuableness to it besides, and you passive and peaceable, taking the news all quiet as if it had been noth ing but a fence rail burnt up, and telling me to my face, and me a-bustin' out with damna tion from every pore, that you had heard of the fire, that Mr. Enroughty had reported the burning of Turkey Island yesterday! 'Re ported!' 'Personal property!' I wonder if a man's soul is personal property. Well, if it is and Mr. Satan should ever report to me that he wanted any help to keep up his fire to burn
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Mr. Butler's, or any of his kind of personal property, he would know where to get it!"
Poor Mr. Sims! I've sent him with one of my couriers to find some of his friends in the trenches, where I hope he will work off some of his wrath over Butler and his kind and my unfortunate phrase "personal property." Of course you know, my darling, that I am not un mindful of the sacredness of the old home and that I grieve that it has been destroyed, but we will build us another home, won't we? The river is there, and some of the old trees are left. And if God should bless us with a son I shall, when he is as old as I was then, take him under this same old historic tree that Mr. Sims speaks of and tell him in the very language of my father some of the old stories he used to tell me, and introduce him to the great men of those days as my father made me acquainted with them. I can hear him now say:
"My son, there was Madison, a very, very small man with introverted eyes and ample forehead. He dressed always in a surtout of brown, which was generally dusty and oftener than otherwise faded and shabby. Judge Marshall was very tall and commanding and 141
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revolutionary and patriarchal in appearance. He had fine expressive eyes and dressed al ways in a well-fitting surtout of blue. Mr. John Randolph was puny and frail and most uncommon looking. He was swarthy and wrinkled, with eyes as brilliant as stars of the first magnitude. Watkins Leigh was un usually distinguished in appearance. Taze- well was tall and fine looking; but Mr. Mon roe was very wrinkled and weather-beaten and so exceedingly awkward that he stumbled over his own feet and walked on everyone else's. Governor Giles used a crutch always and talked like molasses in July."
My father never used made-up words or a children's vocabulary in describing to me men and events. He would say, "Words are things, my son. I want you to know them and not be like the British officer who, when he and some of his command were taken pris oners and were told by their captors that they were to be paroled, demanded in great terror and consternation, "Pray, what kind of death is that?' "
Oh, my Sally, I dream of the happy days when you will be the fair mistress of Turkey
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Island, under those old trees, with the James River always before us and love always with us. As the sun in the firmament, so is love in the world — love, the life of the spirit, the root of every virtuous action. It enhanceth prosperity, easeth adversity and maketh of the slightest twist a Gordian knot. It gives vigor to the atmosphere, fragrance to the flower, color to the rainbow, zest to life, music to laughter, and oh, such laughter as yours, my own, my beautiful. I love you with all my heart and soul and mind and being. A Dios. Keep this love close.
YOUR SOLDIER.
Headquarters, June — , 1864.
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PART FOUR
In the Shadow of the End
rHE long struggle between the states 'was now drawing to a close. The South, depleted in men and resources, awaited in grim despair the failure of its hopes. Gloom and disappointment settled down upon all, men and officers alike, but to General Pickett there came a gleam of happiness in the birth of his son. The event was one that was hailed with re joicing on both sides of the battle lines — for the contending armies were but paces apart. Grant and his staff sent a birth day greeting to the "Little General" as the boy was dubbed immediately, and though the armies met again in conflict the incident served to lessen the feeling that had existed between them. A brief nine months later, Pickett wrote: "Peace is born."
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Upon Hearing of the Birth of the "Little General"
GOD bless you, little Mother of our boy — bless and keep you. Heaven in all its glory shine upon you; Eden's flowers bloom eternal for you. Almost with every breath since the message came, relieving my anxiety and telling me that my darling lived and that a little baby had been born to us, I have been a baby myself. Though I have known all these months that from across Love's en chanted land this little child was on its way to our twin souls, now that God's promise is fulfilled and it has come, I can't believe it. As I think of it I feel the stir of Paradise in my senses, and my spirit goes up in thankful ness to God for this, His highest and best — the one perfect flower in the garden of life — Love.
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sweetheart, as I read the glad tidings. And a feeling so new, so strange, came over me that I asked of the angels what it could be and whence came the strains of celestial music which filled my soul, and what were the great, grand, stirring hosannas and the soft, tender, sweet adagios that circled round and round, warmed my every vein, beat in my every pulse. And — oh, little Mother of my boy — the echo ing answer came — UA little baby has been born to you, and he and the new-born Mother live."
I wanted to fly to you both, kneel by your bedside, take your hand and his little hand in mine and lift our hearts in thankfulness to the Heavenly Throne. But when I applied to the great Tyee for a pass to Richmond, say ing, "My son was born this morning," he replied, "Your country was born almost a hun dred years ago." It was the first word of reproach Marse Robert ever spoke to me; but he was right and I was reckless to ask.
Things may be quieter to-morrow, sweet heart, perhaps even to-night, and I may be able to come in for an hour. I must not write another word, though I want to write on and
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on and send messages and kisses to the little baby and to caution its Mother to be careful and to tell her she is ten thousand times more precious than ever, but I must not.
Lovingly and forever and ever
YOUR SOLDIER.
July IT, 1864 — Our 'boy's birthday. Blessed Day.
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A Second Letter on His Son's Birthday.
GOD has heard our prayers, my beloved wife. Oh, the ecstatic pleasure I felt when Charles brought the Doctor's letter. Precious one, you must obey every injunction of our dear Aunt. Do not think of writing or exerting yourself in any way. She knows all about what should be done. I am coming to you this evening, should General Lee say so, and he will, for I have sent Bright post haste to him, telling him of the glory of the Star in the East.
Oh, my pretty wife! I long to see you and your little son — Our son! Little new-born mother, I have humbly thanked God for His great and bounteous goodness ; every breath I breathe is one of gratitude to Him for spar ing you to me and giving us a son — thou Life of my soul. Ever and forever
YOUR DEVOTED SOLDIER.
Sunday, ijth July. Blessed Day!
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On the Occasion of His First Vint to His Boy
MY men had all heard of the arrival of the "Little General," as they call him, and when I was riding out of camp last night to surrender to him, I noticed the bonfires which were being kindled all along my lines and knew that my loyal, loving men were light ing them in honor of my baby. But I did not know till this morning that dear old Ingalls, at Grant's suggestion, had kindled a light on the other side of the lines, too, and I was over come with emotion when I learned of it. To day their note of congratulation, marked un official, which I inclose, came to me through the lines. You must keep it for the baby, with the pass and note of Marse Robert which I put into its little clenched hand.
"Baby!" Can it be true, my darling? Heaven knows no deeper devotion, no deeper gratitude, than that which filled my heart when I realized that the golden dream of life
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had come to pass — was true; when I looked upon the sweet, shy face of my girl bride and saw it transformed into the sacred tender ness of motherhood, saw the grace and charm, the soul-born protecting look in the mother eyes, the lilied sweetness of her face, the smile of unlanguaged mystery, with a gentleness and patience as sweet and meek as Mother Mary wore. I knew it was the Alpha and Omega of Heaven.
I see still the moss rose bud left by the Blumen-Engel as a bescheldenen Schmuck of his love nestling in your snow-white arms and the long, dark lashes kissing your cheeks as you look down upon it. I still feel the mystic power of the grasp of its tiny rose leaf fingers clutched around my own.
But I must not write another word — not one. Lovingly,
YOUR SOLDIER.
In Camp, July Jp, 1864.
To GEORGE PICKETT:
We are sending congratulations to you, to the young mother and the young recruit.
GRANT, INGALLS, SUCKLEY. July 18, 1864.
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Upon Returning from a Ride With Marse Robert
I HAVE but a few moments since, my pretty one, returned from a ride with the Tyee up one hill and down the other. The enemy occupied Dutch Gap last evening. This is higher up the river than I am and I had expected the Navy to take care of our rear but they have allowed them to come in, and now I have to stretch out my India rubber division.
Well, my pet, I have to do it. The General did not seem in a remarkably good humor — with the news from Mobile and Bradley, Johnson in the valley, and this impudence of the Yankees in crawling up behind us.
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Please listen to the doctor this time, and to your husband's pleading. Blair says that his indisposition is nothing but the colic, and that you must not make yourself uneasy about the little fellow. You must make Lucinda nurse him more.
I send you a chicken, a cup of salt, likewise an apple — one single one. Your friend, Miss Gamble, radiant with a white frock and smiles, sent it to me (didn't give it) with her compli ments last night.
Bye-bye, Sweet One.
Ever your own
SOLDIER.
Headquarters, August — , 1864.
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Concerning the Gossip of His Servant, George
I LEFT you yesterday, my darling, "with many a pause and longing glance be hind"; but out in the midst of this terrible conflict to which I have come, your love is with me, shielding and blessing me.
I reached camp just before daybreak. George hustled around and made me a pot of "sho'nough coffee wid no debultrement in it." And while I drank my coffee he kept off the flies — which, early as it was, had begun to be very sociable — entertaining me the while with news of the camp and his own views on current events.
"You know, Marse George," he began, "po* Robert, Marse Jefferson Davis' mos' betrusted servant, is done en bruck out thick all ober wid de smallpox, en dar ain' no tellin' how many er de President's friends en 'quaintances po' Robert is done en kernockulated wid it, kaze
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po' Robert wuz moughty sociable and familious wid all de President's friends. I suttinly hopes dat you en Gen'l Lee en Gen'l Heth is gwine ter 'scape. I wuz so upsot, Marse George, by dis news 'bout po' Robert dat I couldn't sleep, en I got out behime de tent en listened ter de officers a talkin' wid dar moufs en gesticulatin' 'bout de way t'ings wuz gwine.
"Some er 'em said how ef Marse Albert Sydney Johnston hadn't been kilt at Shiloh, en ef Marse Joe Johnston hadn't been wounded at Seben Pines, en ef you had been s'ported at Gettysburg, dat t'ings wouldn't be lak dey wuz now. Den one er de officers say, 'Yes — yes, en ef all er dem folks down dar in New 'Leans dat commit suicide wid darse'fs, 'count er ole Butler's pusecution en hangin's en yuther devilments, had er kilt him fust fo' dey kilt deyse'fs dey'd er had sumpin ter die fer, en de ole rascal wouldn't be down here now adiggin' dis Dutch-Gap-Canal en givin ev'body ague en fever turnin' up de earfP Den one er de preacher officers say, 'Well, my frien's, de trouble is, we all don' pray enough!' Marse Charley spuck up en say, 'Didn't Gen'l
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Jackson pray enough fer us all, Colonel?' Nur one say, 'Yes, Charley, but he didn't dust his knees off when he wuz through. He for got dat bein' clean wuz nex' ter being Godli- some.' Den a nur one say, Well, but dar's ole Gen'l Pemberton en Gen'l Kershaw. Dey wuz particular wid dar clothes en dey prayed all right.' Den Gen'l Corse he spuck up en say, 'Yes, but dey bofe think too much 'bout dar 'pearance. Dey'd begin to dus' en dus' dar knees fo' dey said, "Amen." En dat showed dar hearts wan't in dar prayers.'
"En gwine back, Marse George, ter dat Dutch-Gap-Canal, you know Colonel Mayo's nigger, Big Joe, en sebenteen mo' er de camp niggers is done en gone 'cross de river ter jine de Yankee Army en he'p de res' er dem Yankee-nigger soldiers ter dig dat canal ditch dey's diggin' er 'count er all dat extra money en extra drams en coffee en yuther extras Gen'l Butler promise ter give 'em. Now, Marse George, you know dat dat's projickin' wid de Lord's handy works, en sumpin mousterious en terrible is gwine ter happen ter dem niggers. Diggin' dat canal sho'ly is gwine ag'inst de judgment er de
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Lord, fer ef de Lord had er wanted de Jeemes River ter a jined on ter itse'f He'd a jined it. He wouldn't a put a little slice er land in be twixt. En sho's you're bawn projickin' wid de Lord's work en unj'inin' whut He's fined tergedder am' a gwine ter bring dem niggers no proskerity."
Having finished my breakfast George went out to get breakfast for the mess, and before they had assembled I had cleared off my desk and written several letters. All made affec tionate inquiries for you and our little son, though some of them did not know that I had ridden in last night until I told them.
I must go now, my darling, and ride around the lines and make my report, but will add a few more words later on. So adios till then.
Well, my darling, we have had a most ex citing day. Marse Robert came out. He was restive and very, very silent. We had just paid our respects to Butler's diggers when he arrived. The device we used in so doing was a new one or rather a very old one newly revived. It was a mortar battery hidden in
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the bushes. It is invisible to the enemy and easily shifted from one hiding place to the other. It used to be the only way in which shells could be thrown. It throws these shells high in the air, and they fall by their own weight without the least warning of their coming. There is no screaming or squealing sound like that made by our modern shells. They fall almost as silently as a snowflake falls, and it seems to me almost barbarous to drop these silent, ghostly missiles down upon those light-hearted, happy-go-lucky negroes, for I learn that it is they that are doing the digging. Butler, with promise of extra pay for extra work and extra danger, has induced four hundred of the colored soldiers to vol unteer to sheathe their swords and take up the shovel and go to digging.
The bank to be cut through is only about five feet at the highest point. The canal is to be where the James makes a great bend just above Dutch Gap, inclosing a point of land perhaps half a mile wide and about three miles in length and which at the neck is only five hundred yards across from river to river. Their canal would thus save them six miles 159
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and would allow their gunboats to go up the James without running the gauntlet of our Hewlett guns, our sunken torpedoes et cetera. And as our left is all at the turn of the bend, they would not have to traverse the open river in search of an exposed water channel. It is strange that some of our brilliant engineers haven't made this near cut years ago. As for me, I should encourage Butler and his River Improvement Company, and cease throwing these stealthy shells whose silent fall heralds a sudden roar of explosion that strikes terror to my soul. The canal will be an advantage to us, and Butler, in digging it for us, may in part atone for the many homes he has de stroyed, mine among them.
Well, my darling, if you were not the best of all good women, as well as the most beauti ful of all beautiful women and the most pa tient of all patient ones, you would weary of so tiresome a soldier, who takes away the fragrance of flowers and the glory of love and sends back the echo of war and its sorrows and the babble of a loyal old cook who wouldn't be sold and wouldn't run away and whom I was obliged to permit to be credited
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to me in order to save him — the only negro I own— but, come to think of it, he owns me. Forever and ever
YOUR SOLDIER.
In Camp, August — , 1864.
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After an Evening Spent at the "White House" of the Confederacy
YOU will be glad, my darling wife, that the "powwow" with "the Powers that be" was most satisfactory.
After the evening consultation I called on the ladies at the "White House" and at the most earnest entreaty and solicitation of Mrs. Davis and her sister, Miss Howell, dined with them. Poor Mr. Davis looks tired and anx ious, but he spoke so hopefully of our success that, knowing, as he must know, our status, the condition of our army, etc., I should have thought that he was aware of something hope ful of which we are ignorant if he had not said later, when foreign intervention was being discussed, that he believed that England and, in fact, all the foreign powers were like the woman who saw her husband fighting a bear — she didn't care a continental which was
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whipped, but she'd be the best pleased if both were. "And my only hope of recognition," he said, "is that, being separated, we shall not be so formidable a power."
The dinner, my dearest, was beautiful, and so abundant were its luxuries that I marveled greatly, knowing, as I do, how difficult it is with most of us to get even a little tea or coffee or salt. As usual, Mrs. Davis was vivacious and entertaining. She amusingly described her rescue of a little orphan negro from a "great black brute" who had constituted him self the boy's guardian. She told how she had him washed and combed and dressed in a suit of little Joe's clothes, and how, while he was proud of the clothes, he was a thousand times prouder of, and more grateful for, the cuts and bruises which his self-appointed guardian had given him and which, upon all occasions, he triumphantly exhibited as medals of honor. She said that the little rascal was greatly troubled when the cuts were finally healed and tried to reopen them with a dog knife which was taken away. He was then reproved and forbidden to make over his wounds. 163
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"Oh, Lordy," he howled, "ef you-all teks my sores 'way fum me I won't hab nuttin' 'tall ter show ter all de comp'ny, en I won't hab a single thing ter mek 'em all sorry 'bout, en nuttin' ter mek 'em gib me no mo' things. Oh, Lordy, I'd ruther you'd all whop me dan notter let me hab my sores no mo.' '
With her keen sense of humor Mrs. Davis told us how, when learning that one after an other of her maids was being bribed by the Yankees with money and promises to betray the family and come over to the other side, she would pretend ignorance of the intention, give them food for imagination, reciting for their repetition the most impossible, outlandish stories, some of which she told us and which I will tell my darling when I come. Bless her! Mrs. Davis said that Betty, the last one of her maids to go, was such an excellent maid and so hard to replace that as soon as she began to show her prosperity, appearing with silks and jewels and then with gold and notes, she had tried, without letting Betty suspect her in tention, to offer her inducements to remain, but had failed. Betty, she said, was superior to her class, however, and showed her con-
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sideration by offering Miss Howell part of the as yet unearned bribe, and assuring her that "Ef eber I did git a chance ter tell dem dar Yankees 'bout dey-all I suttinly aren't gwine tell 'em none er de awful scand'lus things I en Mrs. Davis was all de time a doin' en dat dey all does. No, I am gwine ter mek de best er hit en leave outn de worse."
Mrs. Davis said she was so depressed after 'Betty's departure and in such dire need of mental soothing syrup that she went into re tirement with "Adam Bede," "A Country Gentleman in Town" and "Elective Affini ties." Did you ever, my darling!
Mr. Judah P. Benjamin and Dr. Minne- gerode were the only other guests. Mr. Ben jamin's usually wonderful, judicial mind and depressing dignity were not in evidence. He did rather reproachfully express his astonish ment that Mr. Davis should be bowed down with grief at the adverse criticisms of those he was trying to serve, and that he should care a bauble for their accusations of nepotism and the more absurd charge of leaving his cotton to be bought by the Yankees. He ended by saying that he continually had to remind Mr. 165
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Davis of that exceedingly good man, Mr.
Christ. You know Benjamin was born at St.
Croix in the West Indies, of Jewish parents.
What a gossip your husband is, my Sally,
but I promised to write my beautiful tyrant
every day, everything I said or did or that
anyone else said or did, and I have, haven't I?
Forever and ever and ever
YOUR SOLDIER.
Richmond, Jan. 2$,
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In the Dark Days Before the End
THIS morning at breakfast, my darling Sally, when you suggested having an oyster roast for my officers after our confer ence to-night, I said that I feared we should not have enough oysters. Our old hunter, Gossett, has just brought in a fine large wild turkey, and with that and the three bushels of oysters which your uncle sent I think we can get up a fine supper. Don't you, my marvel of a housekeeper? I hope you can, and hope, too, that the good cheer it will provide will help us to new and encouraging suggestions, for, as hopeful as I always am, even my heart is in my boots.
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The anxious, despairing faces I see every where bespeak heavy hearts. Our commis sioners knew that we were gasping our last gasp and that the Peace Conference was a for lorn hope. Because of the informality of the conference and my knowledge of Mr. Lincoln, his humanity, his broad nature, his warm heart, I did believe he would take advantage of this very informality and spring some wise, superhuman surprise which would, somehow, restore peace and in time insure unity. Now, heaven help us, it will be war to the knife, with a knife no longer keen, the thrust of an arm no longer strong, the certainty that when peace comes it will follow the tread of the conqueror.
I fear that you may need more help; so am sending over Bob. The mess-cook will come later.
Meantime, a Dios, and love,
YOUR SOLDIER.
Headquarters, January 28, 1865.
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Written in Defeat, After the Battle of Five Forks
IT is long past the midnight hour and, like a boy, I have been reading over your dear, cheery letter, caressing the written page be cause it has been touched by your hand.
All is quiet now, but soon all will be bustle, for we march at daylight. Oh, my darling, were there ever such men as those of my divi sion? This morning after the review I thanked them for their valiant services yesterday on the first of April, never to be forgotten by any of us, when, to my mind, they fought one of the most desperate battles of the whole war. Their answer to me was cheer after cheer, one after another calling out, "That's all right, Marse George, we only followed you." Then in the midst of these calls and silencing them, rose loud and clear dear old Gentry's voice, singing the old hymn which they all knew I loved : 1 69
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"Guide me, oh, thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land."
Voice after voice joined in till from all along the line the plea rang forth:
"Be my sword and shield and banner, Be the Lord my righteousness."
I don't think, my Sally, the tears sounded in my voice as it mingled with theirs ; but they were in my eyes and there was something new in my heart.
When the last line had been sung, I gave the order to march, proceeding to this point where I had expected to cross the Appomattox and rejoin the main army. While we were at a halt here orders came from General R. H. Anderson to report to him at Sutherland's Tavern.
Just after mailing my letter to you at Five Forks, telling you of our long, continuous march of eighteen hours and of the strenuous hours following those, where I had, because of exigent circumstances, been induced to fall back at daylight, I received a dispatch from the great Tyee telling me to "hold Five Forks at all hazards to prevent the enemy
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from striking the south side railroad." This dispatch was in reply to one I had sent to him reporting the state of affairs and that the enemy were trying to get in between the army and my command, and asking that diversion be made at once or I should be isolated.
I had had all trains parked in the rear of Hatcher's Run and much preferred that posi tion, but, from the General's dispatch, sup posed that he intended sending reinforcements. I immediately formed line of battle upon the White Oak Road and set my men to throw ing up temporary breastworks. Pine trees were felled, a ditch dug and the earth thrown up behind the logs. The men, God bless them, though weary and hungry, sang as they felled and dug. Three times in the three hours their labors were suspended because of attack from the front; but they as cheerily re turned to their digging and to their "Annie Laurie" and "Dixie" as if they were banking roses for a festival.
Five Forks is situated in a flat, thickly wooded country and is simply a crossing at right angles of two country roads and a de flection of a third bisecting one of these an-
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gles. Our line of battle, short as four small brigades front must be, could readily be turned on either flank by a larger attacking force. Do you understand, my dear? If not, you will some day, and you can keep this letter and show it to someone who will understand. Well, I made the best arrangements of which the nature of the ground admitted, placing W. H. F. Lee's Cavalry on the right, Ransom's and Wallace's Brigades, acting as one and numbering about nine hundred, on the left; then Corse, Terry and Stuart, num bering about three thousand. Six rifled pieces of artillery were placed at wide intervals. Fitz Lee's Cavalry was ordered to take posi tion on the left flank. About two o'clock in the afternoon Sheridan made a heavy demon stration with his cavalry, threatening also the right flank. Meantime Warren's Corps swept around the left flank and rear of the infantry line, attacking Ransom and Stuart be hind their breastworks. Ransom sent word that the cavalry was not in position, and Fitz Lee was again ordered to cover the ground at once. I supposed it had been done, when suddenly the enemy in heavy infantry column
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appeared on our left and the attack became general. Ransom's horse was killed, falling with his rider under him. His Assistant Ad jutant, General Gee, was killed. My dear, brave old friend, Willie Pegram was mor tally wounded, falling within a few yards of me just after we had exchanged "Kla-how- ya, Tik-egh" (how are you, love to you) "and good luck." The captain of his — PegranVs — battery was killed.
I succeeded in getting a sergeant and enough men to man one piece; but after firing eight rounds the axle broke. Floweree's regi ment fought hand to hand after all their car tridges had been used. The small cavalry force which had gotten into place gave way, and the enemy poured in on Wallace's left. Charge after charge was made and repulsed, and division after division of the enemy ad vanced upon us. Our left was turned; we were completely entrapped. Their cavalry, charging at a signal of musketry from the in fantry, enveloped us front and right and, sweeping down upon our rear, held us as in a vise.
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boys earlier in the action, hastily thrusting a battle-flag into my hand. I took the flag, stained with his blood, sacred to the cause for which he fell, and, cheering as I waved it, called on my men to get into line to meet the next charge. Seeing this, a part of the famous old Glee Club, our dear old Gentry leading, began singing, "Rally round the flag, boys; rally once again." I rode straight up to where they were and joined in singing, "Rally Once Again," as I waved the blood-stained flag. And, my darling, overpowered, de feated, cut to pieces, starving, captured, as we were, those that were left of us formed front and north and south and met with sullen des peration their double onset. With the mem bers of my own staff and the general officers and their staff officers we compelled a rally and stand of Corse's Brigade and W. H. F. Lee's Cavalry, who made one of the most bril liant cavalry fights of the war, enabling many of us to escape capture. Our loss in killed and wounded was heavy, and yet, my darling, with all the odds against us we might possibly have held out till night, which was fast approach ing, but that our ammunition was exhausted.
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We yielded to an overwhelming force, Sher idan's Cavalry alone numbering more than double my whole command, with Warren's Infantry Corps to back them.
Ah, my Sally, the triumphs of might are transient; but the sufferings and crucifixions for the right can never be forgotten. The sorrow and song of my glory-crowned division nears its doxology. May God pity those who wait at home for the soldier who has reported to the Great Commander! God pity them as the days go by and the sad nights follow.
The birds were hushed in the woods when I started to write, and now one calls to its mate "Cheer up — cheer up." Let's listen and obey the birds, my darling. Let's try to cheer up — cheer up. I remember that Milton said : "Those who best bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best." Let's bear and serve Him best, my darling wife.
Faithfully your
SOLDIER.
Exeter Mills, April 2, 1865.
XXXVIII
Three Hours Before Lee's Surrender at Appomattox
^TVD-MORROW, my darling, may see our JL flag furled forever. Jackerie, our faithful old mail-carrier, sobs behind me as I write. He bears to-night this — his last- message from me as "Our Cupid." First he is commissioned with three orders, which I know you will obey as fearlessly as the bravest of your brother soldiers. Keep up a stout heart. Believe that I shall come back to you and know that God reigns. After to-night you will be my whole command — staff, field officers, men — all. The second commission is only given as a precaution — lest I should not return or lest for some time I should not be with you.
Lee's surrender is imminent. It is finished. Through the suggestion of their commanding officers as many of the men as desire are per-
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mitted to cut through and join Johnston's army. The cloud of despair settled over all on the third, when the tidings came to us of the evacuation of Richmond and its partial loss by fire. The homes and families of many of my men were there, and all knew too well that with the fall of our Capital the last hope of success was over. And yet, my beloved, these men as resolutely obeyed the orders of their commanding officers as if we had cap tured and burned the Federal Capital.
The horrors of the march from Five Forks to Amelia Court House and thence to Sailor's Creek beggars all description. For forty- eight hours the man or officer who had a hand ful of parched corn in his pocket was most fortunate. We reached Sailor's Creek on the morning of the sixth, weary, starving, despair ing.
Sheridan was in our front, delaying us with his cavalry (as was his custom) until the in fantry should come up. Mahone was on our right, Ewell on our left. Mahone was or dered to move on, and we were ordered to stand still. The movement of Mahone left a gap which increased as he went on. Huger's 777
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battalion of artillery, in attempting to cross the gap, was being swept away when I pushed on with two of my brigades across Sailor's Creek.
We formed line of battle across an open field, holding it against repeated charges of Sheridan's dismounted cavalry. At about three o'clock the infantry which Sheridan had been looking for came up, completely hem ming us in. Anderson ordered me to draw off my brigades to the rear and to cut our way out in any possible manner that we could. Wise's Brigade was deployed in the rear to assist us, but was charged upon on all sides by the enemy and, though fighting manfully to the last, was forced to yield. Two of my brigadiers, Corse and Hunton, were taken prisoners. The other two barely escaped, and my life, by some miracle, was spared. And by another miracle, greater still, I escaped capture. A squadron of the enemy's cavalry was riding down upon us, two of my staff and myself, when a small squad of my men recog nized me and, risking their own lives, rallied to our assistance and suddenly delivered a last volley into the faces of the pursuing horse-
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men, checking them but for a moment. But in that one moment we, by the speed of our horses, made our escape. Ah, my darling, the sacrifice of this little band of men is like unto that which was made at Calvary.
It is finished! Ah, my beloved division! Thousands of them have gone to their eternal home, having given up their lives for the cause they knew to be just. The others, alas, heart broken, crushed in spirit, are left to mourn its loss. Well, it is practically all over now. We have poured out our blood and suffered untold hardships and privations all in vain. And now, well, I must not forget, either, that God reigns. Life is given us for the perform ance of duty, and duty performed is happi ness.
It is finished — the suffering, the horrors, the anguish of these last hours of struggle. The glorious gift of your love will help me to bear the memory of them. In this midnight hour I feel the caressing blessing of your pure spirit as it mingles with mine. Peace is born. From now forever only
YOUR SOLDIER.
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PART FIVE
Peace
A FTER the war had passed, and with •**• it the necessity for separation from his dear one, the General's letters grew less frequent. He was seldom far from her side. A year they spent together in Canada during the exile which was en forced upon many of the leaders of the Lost Cause. Then, when the ban was finally lifted, the General returned with his pretty wife to face the problem that pressed heavily upon all Southerners — the disheartening task of rearing a new home on the ruins of the old. Their at tempt was not altogether successful, but amid the surroundings of peace they found time to work out in practical form the dream of happiness which had come to them in darker days.
The letters in this part are written on occasional absences. They cover a period of ten years or more, extending almost to the time of the General's death, and to the end they breathe in every line his loyalty and devotion to the noble woman whose love had crowned his life.
XXXIX
In Which the General Tells of a Trip to
Washington and a Visit With His
Old Friend, Grant
SUCKLEY1 and I arrived safely after an interesting but, to me, sad trip, because of the many sorrowful memories that it brought back. Ingalls,2 bless his old loyal heart, met us at the train and took us up in the Quartermaster's carriage. It is the first time that I have ridden in one of Uncle Sam's vehicles since I changed colors and donned the gray, and now I ride, not as an owner but as a guest! Again, my darling, there came to me memories of the "has been" and "might have been."
"Well, George," said Rufus, "this looks kind of natural, doesn't it, old man?" but be fore I could reply, intuitively sensing what I
1 Grant's surgeon.
2 Grant's quartermaster.
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was feeling, he continued hurriedly "and this rig is at your service all the time you are here."
The three of us had dinner together. Pitcher,3 whom you've heard me speak of as "Old Jug," came over from his table and joined us at dessert. After dinner all four of us went to the theater to hear Billy Florence. We sent a line in to him from our box and when he came out he strode across the stage and, looking directly at us, said in his most tragic tone and manner: "The Lamb and the Lion shall lie down together," and then went on with his part. He knew and we knew, but the audience didn't. He played to us, too, all evening and never played better. After the play we went behind the scenes and had a charming visit with Mrs. Florence, who gra ciously gave her consent to Billy's going out to supper with us.
"And, by the way, General Pickett," said Mrs. Florence, "how is that beautiful Mrs. Edwards * with whom I saw you in Montreal and with whom you were so much in love and
3 General T. Pitcher, U. S. A.
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who, come to think of it, won all our hearts? Poor Ellen Tree was talking about her the last time I saw her, — And how is that laugh ing, bright-eyed baby who made a drum of himself and a prancing steed of everybody else's cane? I can see him now, with his mass of ringlets and his sparkling, laughing eyes. He had just learned to walk and yet was charging the enemy on his fiery steed, beating an imaginary drum and blowing an imaginary fife. It was the funniest thing I ever saw."
I told Mrs. Florence that we had returned to the States, that little George could ride a real horse now and beat a real drum, and that I was just as much as ever in love with Mrs. Edwards, who had become so attached to her assumed name that she hated to give it up and insisted that we should now and then call each other "Mr. and Mrs. Edwards," to keep in memory the sweet, all-belonging life we spent with each other in Canada.
We had a fine steamed-oyster supper at Harvey's and told stories and talked of old times till after two o'clock.
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Ruf us. After breakfast we went, as arranged, to see Grant. I just can't tell you, my darling, about that visit. You'll have to wait till I see you to tell you how the warm-hearted mod est old warrior and loyal old friend met me — how he took in his the hand of your heart- sore soldier — poor, broken, defeated — profes sion gone — and looking at him for a moment without speaking, said slowly: "Pickett, if there is anything on the top of God's green earth that I can do for you, say so." Just then his orderly apologetically brought in a card to him. "Tell Sheridan to go to - -!" "Yis, surh, I'll till him, surh." "And go there your self !" "Yis, surh, I'll go, surh." Ruf us, who was whistling over at the window, reiterated Grant's order, receiving from the orderly the same assurance, "Yis, surh, I'll till him, surh." While Sheridan was obeying Grant's order and going to his new station we three sat down and had a heart-to-heart conference. One lis tening would never have known that we had been on opposite sides of any question.
When I started to go Grant pulled down a cheque-book and said, "Pickett, it seems funny, doesn't it, that I should have any money to
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offer, but how much do you need?" "Not any, old fellow, not a cent, thank you," I said. "I have plenty." "But Rufus tells me that you have begun to build a house to take the place of the one old Butler burned and how can you build it without money; you do need some." "I have sold some timber to pay for it," I told him, and to show my appreciation and gratitude unobserved I affectionately squeezed his leg, when he called out, "Rufus, it's the same old George Pickett; instead of pulling my leg he's squeezing it."
Grant is going to take Rufus, Suckley and myself to ride this afternoon to show me the changes since I was last here, years ago.
To-morrow, if all goes well, I'll start back to what is worth more to me than all I've lost — my precious wife, who was as queenly and gracious and glorious as Mrs. Edwards in one room in a boarding house in exile as she was in Petersburg in a palatial home when her husband was the Department Commander and she had not only "vassals and slaves at her side," but the General Commanding and all his soldiers and our world at her feet.
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From New York After Refusing the Com mand of the Egyptian Army
SO, you would "leave it all to my better judgment/' most wise Little One, and would not advise me, but after I had decided fully I was to read the mysterious sealed note — "not to be opened till after you have de cided."
At the banquet last night I opened and read the letter and then passed it over to General E. P. Alexander, General Ingalls and Doctor Suckley. They all shook their heads disap provingly. I pointed to the instructions, "Not to be opened till after you have de cided," and said that I had already decided and the note only showed that we are "two souls with but a single thought."
Now, don't you know, my darling, that I knew your opinion before just as well as after I had read your sealed letter? Of course I knew that you did not want me to go and that,
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as you prettily put it, "We've had glory enough, and war enough, with its hardships and separations and dangers, and now we just want each other forever and forevermore." Yes, my darling, we want each other and a home, with a spiked fence around it and a key to the road gate, for us alone, — just us, for ever and forevermore.
My friends all think that I am making a great mistake in refusing this magnanimous offer of the Khedive. They hold that I am sacrificing my future and signing the death- warrant to ambition and success. General Alexander has accepted and will take com mand of the Egyptian armies ; Egypt could not have a finer officer. Last night at the farewell dinner the Khedive's last telegram was handed to the Commissioner — "Forward Pickett at any cost." It was a most flattering compli ment and I have asked permission to keep it for our boy. "The boy might think you were a brand of powder or a keg of nails," said Ingalls, who, by the way, is disgusted at my refusal. But, my beautiful wife, he has not you; and love such as yours is worth all the gold and glory of the universe. 189
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To-morrow I shall take the steamer for home without one regret for having decided as I have, — just you and I — just ourselves "forever and forever" —
YOUR SOLDIER.
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A Letter From Turkey Island,1 During a Short Absence of His Wife
IT is Thursday and the cottage is so empty — so desolate without my darling. Even Rufus feels the absence of its beautiful mis tress and a few minutes ago, to show his sym pathy for his lonesome master, brought and laid on my knee a little slipper which, if I did not know it belonged to my own fairy princess, would make me think that another Cinderella with a tinier foot had also forgot ten the midnight hour. I gave no evidence of my appreciation of his effort to comfort me and Rufus trotted off and brought me the other slipper. "Good dog," I said, "good dog," patting him on the head. Then fon dling the little slippers and putting them be-
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side me I took up my pencil and pad to tell you all about it.
Presently, looking around, I saw Rufus planning to bring me everything in the room belonging to you. He has a lot of dog sense and I tried to make him understand that the slippers had been sufficiently effective in con soling me, but he would not be convinced until I whistled our song, "Believe me, if all those endearing young charms." Then trying to howl an accompaniment and failing, he wagged his tail, lay down at my feet and went to sleep.
Every day when I come in to dinner he trots up in front of your picture and barks till I take it down, then looking down at it barks again, while I encourage him, saying, "Tell her all about it, old man; tell her all about it." When he has told you about it he lies down beside it, his paw on the frame, wagging his tail and looking up at me till he thinks I have shown sufficient appreciation of his admiration and devotion to you, and then he jumps up and points and barks at the place on the rack from which it was taken until it is duly kissed and replaced. Oh, he's a great
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dog, little one, and great company for me, but both he and I and everything else are lone some for you and we have promised our souls that when you come back we will vie with each other in our efforts to make you happy.
Already the hens have commenced laying again, the butter is piling up to be made into cakes and good things. Your new little calf is a beauty, but I shall send him off and sell him before you get back, for you would never allow him to be separated from his mother and would let him go on extracting her milk till he was a man — you great tender-hearted darling! The corn and wheat are beautiful, the vege tables fine and the flowers we planted all breathe of your purity and sweetness. The cutting from the Poe rosebush which Mrs. Allen gave us is full of buds ; so you see every thing above the ground and in the ground at our Turkey Island home is waiting for your blessing.
This morning I took my gun and Rufus and killed five partridges and two rabbits. I gave one rabbit to Mr. Sims and one to Uncle Tom. The birds I sent to Lizzie. As I was coming on home I stopped and rested in the cool and 193
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calm of the forest beside the old gray broken monument where we have so often made love and told each other fairy tales and wandered about and made thought pictures of our Wil liam and Mary Randolph, who erected it away back in 1771. I wonder, little one, if from their celestial home they can see the pictur esque beauty which I see and which I wish I could put into words. Do you remember the inscription on one of the sides of the monu ment? — "The foundation of this pillar was laid in 1771, when all the great rivers of this country were swept by inundations never be fore experienced, which changed the face of nature and left traces of their violence that will remain for ages!" As I read over this inscription I feel sorry that the thought to erect a monument to commemorate any kind of dis aster should ever have been born. Time's soothing wings bless always, and not only have the ravages of the flood which this monument was erected to commemorate been long ago forgotten, but the memories of ravages and horrors of a yesterday far, far more terrible are, thank God, being effaced.
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The birds are nesting and songs are being born just where Butler's vandals mutilated and broke of! the top of this monument, hunting for hidden treasure. Some of the seeds which the mother birds carried to their young have fallen by the wayside and taken root and now out of the jagged, broken top grow a greenery of unknown vines and plants and flowers. The old colonial home of my forefathers, with its rare old mahoganies and paintings, which Butler sacked and desecrated and then burned, has been replaced by a sweet little cottage home built by ourselves, all our very own, and consecrated to love and contentment, with furnishings so simple and plain that we are not afraid of using them.
No, my sweetheart, we don't want any monuments to mark any of the woes and hor rors of the past. We must build one of hope and faith and peace and mercy and joy, the foundation of which is already laid in our hearts.
Listen — I hear old Sims' step on the porch. I hear him knocking his pipe against the pil lars — so, a Dios. He will tell me the same 195
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old stories over again and I shall listen and laugh as though I heard them for the first time — dear old Sims.
Good night — sweet dreams. Angels guard you while I hear of Lafayette and Nelson and Marshall, through the clouds of old Sims' tobacco smoke for the hundredth, yes, thou sandth time.
Your lonesome
SOLDIER.
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Concerning a Slight Illness and the Business Troubles of a Soldier
YOU are always right, my darling Sally, and your husband is only right when he is guided by you. Pretty generally he listens to his oracle and when he doesn't he wishes to the Lord he had. The morning I left, when you urged that I wear the suit I had been wearing and I claimed that I hadn't time to change — "Then please take it with you and change on the boat," you plead. Well, dear est, I was mean. I wouldn't and I didn't and your obstinate soldier was not out of sight of the sweet lone figure standing on the wharf waving to him the love signals and the God speed of our code before he was abusing him self as an ingrate in refusing anything that the sweetest, most beautiful woman and the best wife in the world could ask of him— "Well, dem dat dances is 'bleeged ter pay de 197
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fiddler," and your husband is paying — he is being punished, for he caught cold on the boat, had a chill, followed by sore throat and pain in limbs and back.
I stopped only a day in Petersburg to see our agent there, then came over here, went to the Exchange and went directly to bed and sent for Dr. Beal. He has been very atten tive, coming twice a day. Julia and Wash took me in charge at once and, as usual, are as good as gold, and so is everyone, as to that, but each and all in turn prescribe a sure remedy and urge my taking it. Wash in sists upon rubbing me with "turkentime en den puttin' on a hot ingun poultice, en 'pon top er dat drinkin' a good hot scotch," declaring "dey'll sho' en mingulate up wid one-an- nudder en do de business en bre'k up dis 'fluenza dat's got 'session er you, Marse George. Don't you go projickin' wid doc tor's medicines; pills is dang'us en dey ain't gwine ter oust no 'fluenzas, dey jes' gwine ter upset en sturbulate de balance er yo' body dat ain' got de 'fluenza in it en mek dat part sick, too. Ef Miss Sally wuz here she'd say, 'Wash, you suttinly is right — g'long fetch up
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a nice hot scotch en git one fer yo'se'f while youse down dar gittin' yo Marse George's. Lord, I knows Miss Sally."
That settled it and I compromised on the hot scotch — but I was firm and would not yield to Julia's entreaties to be permitted to bring me Mrs. Marshall's flannel petticoat to wrap around my throat. "What would the judge say?" I asked. "De Jedge, Marse George? — De Jedge ain' 'bleeged ter know nuttin' 't all bout it. Needer him ner needer Miss Sally, nuther. Dem whar's robbed, en don' know dey's robbed, ain' robbed, Marse George, en ain' no wusser off ef dey had dan ef dey hadn't," she argued — but I was adamant; her arguments were of no avail. She "curchied" her thanks for the silver piece I gave her and left me with the compliment that I "sho' was one bridegroom-husband — allus honeymoonin' wid my own queen bee, wedder wid her er widout her, en dat Miss Sally ought ter be one proud white lady" — Is she? — bless her!
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touch, your ministering care. I should only have made you anxious. You could not have come to me. Oh, my sweetheart, I think of you all the time, and I swear every time I leave you, that I'll never leave you again, that if business calls I must take my darling with me. If I could only lay the treasures of the universe at your tiny little feet.
But this business, I'm afraid, will not earn my cough drops or your violets and, oh dar ling, it is such a crucifixion. You don't know how abhorrent it is to me. I spur myself on all the time with this thought, that it is for my darling. The day I came up on the boat, I took out two policies, one for $7,000 and one for $10,000. The men were both old soldiers belonging to my dear old division and one of them said they had to run me down and almost tie me to make me insure their lives. You know, dear, I can't do it. I'd sooner face a cannon than ask a man to take out a policy with me. Your soldier is nothing but a soldier; the war is over and he is no more account. The company tells me that my agents must do the soliciting, but I'll feel
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like a thief to take a commission on what they have worked for and earned.
Yesterday when I came through Petersburg I went, as I told you, to our office. J. B. B., our company's agent, was sitting with his chair tilted back — foot on the table, smoking a bad smelling pipe and reading "Macaria." "Hello, General, hello," he said, not rising. "Sent in six policies this week, old man." "On your familiarity or courtly manners — which?" "Neither, old man, on gall, gall, old man, gall and grub. Come, have a drink — ever read 'Macaria'?" With the most studied politeness and coldness I declined his offer and in my most dignified manner asked permission to look over the company's books. "Come, what's eating you, old man?" he asked, bringing his chair down with a bang and slapping me on the back. Then he pro fanely informed me that I'd have to unbuckle a few holes and thaw out if I wanted to paint the monkey's tail sky-blue.
Alas, little one, I am afraid your Soldier isn't much of an artist. He longs to give his precious wife all the luxuries and comforts
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and everything that is beautiful — but he can't thaw out, my darling, and he can't paint that monkey's tail sky-blue, and, sweetheart, it makes me crawl and creep to be associated with artists who can. I was wondering as I came over whether it would be better to send our boy to West Point or get him a paint brush. We have time to decide that, how ever, for he is just a little over eleven.
Here comes the Colonel and "old Mistiss," and by the way, everybody sends love and messages to you and our boy.
Now, my own beautiful wife, don't be anx ious about me, and forgive this long, rambling letter.
It's snowing hard — I mean, easy. The snow is "beautiful" but I'm so homesick for you.
Your loving, good-for-nothing
SOLDIER.
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On the Occasion of the Memorial Services in Honor of Those who died at Gettysburg
ALL the way to the station, my darling, I was asking myself whether I was right in yielding to your solicitations and leaving our sick child, with all the resulting care and responsibility resting on your ever-brave shoulders. And once, sweetheart, after think ing very seriously over it I was almost tempted to turn and go back, when the appealing words of your voice echoed through my soul. "Even if I knew our child would die while you were gone, I would not have you neglect this call to honor your boys whom you led to their death." And, instead of turning back I said: "Drive faster, please, John David; I wouldn't miss my train for anything. " — You blessed little sermon!
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came to the station, bringing the good tidings that your brother was out of danger. I did not tell her that our little George was ill, lest it might make her anxious, and I knew that her duty was beside her sick boy, your brother.
I would have been so thankful if you, my sweet, beautiful bride, and our precious little "war-baby" could have come with me. Everybody asks about you and the boy and sends love and expresses sorrow that you could not come. A delegation of my old soldiers met me at the station and, though some of our relatives had prepared to have us with them, I agreed to the arrangement of the Committee and the demand of the Governor and was taken to the Executive Mansion as the guest of the State.
All the evening and the next morning until it was time to form, old comrades came in, in groups and single file. They told of their ex periences, officers and privates alike, discussed the Pennsylvania campaign and the three days' fight, their voices falling to a whisper as they spoke of those whose memory we had come to honor — our gallant dead at Gettysburg — our
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brave boys who gave "their last full measure of devotion" to duty.
I had been made Chief Marshal — a sad, solemn, sacred office for me — of all the Army. Such love, such reverence was Christ-born. You cannot conceive of it. From the old Market to the Cemetery of Hollywood the streets, sidewalks, windows and housetops were crowded. There must have been twelve thou sand people at Hollywood. Such a demon stration of devotion and sympathy was, I think, never before witnessed on earth. Think of it, my darling, so penetrating, so uni versal a oneness of love and respect and rever ence existed that there was a stillness, an awe- someness, save for those necessary sounds — the clanking of swords, the tramp of horses and the martial tread of men keeping time with funeral marches — the solemn requiem. No cheers, no applause, only loving greetings from tear-stained faces, heads bent in reverence, clasped hands held out to us as we passed along. As I saw once more the courage-lit faces of my brave Virginians, again I heard their cry — "We'll follow you, Marse George !" From their eternal silence those who marched 205
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heroically to death looked down upon us yes terday and were sad. My darling, you can not know — no, you cannot know!
As I clasped the hand of one after another of those who crowded around me I was greeted with the words — "My husband was killed at Gettysburg." "My son is lying there among the dead" — "My brother was with you there and he has just come back to me" — so many crushed hearts filling my heart with grief. Oh, my Sally, if the cry of my soul had been voiced it would have been the echo of that at Gethsemane.
After the services General Joseph R. An derson had a number of us old fellows come to his house and as we stood around his sumptuous board the solemnity of the scene was almost like that of the Lord's Supper. Though we were old soldiers, neither the march nor the battle was mentioned. The only war-time reference was that some of my men called me by the old war-time title, "Marse George." Among the guests were some of our West Point comrades whose only vocation, like mine, was war. Our tents are folded now and we parted, going off, each to
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his work ; one to the farm, another to the trade ; one to seek some position; one to one place, one to another; and I to return to my beautiful wife and my sick baby, my only joy and my life, knowing that what is best will come.
YOUR LOVING SOLDIER.
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Written while Away from Home after the Death of his Youngest Boy
POOR broken lily, I hated so to leave you. The haunted look on your sweet, tired face haunts my heart and I was almost tempted to disobey the company's orders and not go. The doctor said you were not strong enough to come with your Soldier, that you were all run down by your long watch, sleepless nights and nursing, and then the transplanting of the precious flower into the Father's garden at last — having to give the boy back — was more than you could bear. Ah, sweetheart, try to be generous, too, and give him to the Heavenly Father, being thankful for His having lent him to you for so long. Dear, beautiful mother of an angel, come, say "Thy will be done" and try to recognize the wisdom of our Lord. See, my lily, how well your Soldier has learned his lesson. It was you who taught
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him to believe — to look up and trust. Come, now — take your spelling book and let him teach you the Word.
How tenderly, loyally, reverently I do love you, my wife, and how I want to spare you every hurt. I'll be starting back when you get this. Love to our boy and tell him to look after his "dear mother" for his "dear father," that he is our little man and has got double duty to do from now on. Ask him to think about what he wants for his birthday. Any thing but a gun he can have.
Think, my darling, nearly eleven years of perfect bliss — such happiness as man never had. God show me how to be worthy of such a wife.
The horses are at the door, my little one — I must say a Dios.
Lovingly and forever and ever,
YOUR SOLDIER.
THE END
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[Editorial Note]
PICKETT'S charge was the culminating point in the three days' struggle at Gettysburg. Directed against a force strongly entrenched and superior in numbers it failed ; but in failing it made immortal the fame of all those who took part in it.
For two days and a half the battle had raged between the armies of Lee and Meade, the advantage being with neither side, when at one o'clock in the afternoon of the third day Lee massed his forces on Seminary Ridge and prepared for a final assault upon the Union position. The attack was begun with a tremendous artillery duel which shook the surrounding hills. It lasted two hours. The Federal guns then ceased their fire, and Lee ordered the advance of the attacking columns.
This force consisted of Pickett's and Pettigrew's divi sions, the brunt of the assault falling upon Pickett. At the order, the columns moved forward as on dress parade, their ranks unbroken, their arms glistening in the July sun. As they advanced, however, the Union artillery which had appeared to be silenced opened upon them \vith shot and shell, tearing great holes in the lines, and as they came nearer the men were met with a rain of canis ter and shrapnel. In the face of this terrific fire they did
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not falter. It was not until they came within striking distance of the Union line, when a flame of musketry burst forth before which nothing could live, that their ranks broke and, although a handful of men led by Armistead crossed the Union works, the remainder of the glory- crowned division were forced to retire.
Some idea of the decimating character of this assault may be gained from the fact that out of more than 5000 men in Pickett's division who started on the mile long march across the field of death but 1500 returned. In the two divisions that made up the attacking column over 5000 men were lost. Two of Pickett's brigadiers were killed, the other wounded; and but one field officer in his command came out of the battle unhurt. In one of his letters in this volume the general gives a more de tailed account of the losses among his officers.
The charge of Pickett and his men has been made the basis of much unfavorable criticism, directed chiefly against the commanding general of the Southern forces and his chief lieutenants at Gettysburg. In this crit icism Pickett has taken no part, although he states re peatedly in the letters to his wife that if promised sup ports had materialized the attack would have been suc cessful. It is generally admitted that the brigades of Wilcox and Perry which should have supported Pickett were slow in starting and became separated from the main attacking body, rendering it no assistance.
In his first official report to General Lee after the battle, Pickett pointed out without reserve the circum stances that were responsible for the disastrous result.
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Lee, however, requested him to withdraw this report. His letter so doing is to be found in War Records (Vol ume 27, Part 3, Page 1075). It reads as follows:
General George E. Pickett, Commanding, &c. You and your men have crowned themselves with glory; but we have the enemy to fight, and must carefully, at this critical moment, guard against dissensions which the re flections in your report would create. I will, therefore, suggest that you destroy both copy and original, substitu ting one confined to casualties merely. I hope all will yet be well.
I am, with respect, your obedient servant,
R. E. Lee, General.
In accordance with Lee's wish, General Pickett with drew and destroyed his report of the engagement. Fur thermore, he looked upon Lee's suggestion as a command that was binding upon him for all time and he has never divulged the contents of this report, except in the letter to his wife (written before Lee's request was made) which appears in this volume on page 97. In view, how ever, of the General's sense of obligation in this matter, Mrs. Pickett feels that the details of the battle as re ported therein should be withheld from publication and accordingly this section of the letter is omitted, as stated in footnote on page 100.
General Lee has been criticized for ordering the attack on Cemetery Ridge with an inadequate force and under conditions that made its failure probable. In explana tion of his action, Lee said in his report (War Records,
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Volume 27, Part 2, page 321) that his batteries "having nearly exhausted their ammunition in the protracted can nonade that preceded the advance of the infantry, were unable to reply, or render the necessary support to the attacking party. Owing to this fact, which was un known to me when the assault took place, the enemy were enabled to throw a strong force of infantry against our left, already wavering under a concentrated fire of artil lery from the ridge in front, and from Cemetery Hill on the left."
Elsewhere he describes the formation which took place in Pickett's charge, as follows:
"General Longstreet ordered forward the column of attack, consisting of Pickett's and Heth's divisions, in two lines, Pickett on the right. Wilcox's brigade marched in rear of Pickett's right, to guard that flank, and Heth's was supported by Lane's and Scales' brigades, under General Trimble."
General Longstreet has described the charge as seen under his own eyes in these words:
"I dismounted to relieve my horse and was sitting on a rail fence watching very closely the movements of the troops. . . . Pickett had reached a point near the Federal lines. A pause was made to close ranks and mass for the final plunge. The troops on Pickett's left, although ad vancing, were evidently a little shaky. I was watching the troops supporting Pickett and saw plainly they could not hold together ten minutes longer. I called his (Col onel Freemantle's) attention to the wavering condition of the two divisions of the Third Corps and said they would
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not hold, that Pickett would strike and be crushed, and the attack would be a failure. As the division threw it self against the Federal line Garnett fell and expired. The Confederate flag was planted in the Federal line, and immediately Armistead fell mortally wounded at the feet of the Federal soldiers. The wavering division then seemed appalled, broke their ranks and retired.
"The only thing Pickett said of his charge was that he was distressed at the loss of his command. He thought he should have had two of his brigades that had been left in Virginia; with them he felt that he would have broken the lines."
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