I stood by the grave of my oldest son, who had died in the service of his country, when similar honors were paid.
I could not help dropping a tear over the grave of this soldier, who was doubtless a dutiful son, a fond, affectionate brother, a good citizen and patriot.
To-day I witnessed a grand and imposing scene — it was no less than the whole army in line.
This was done to assign the different regiments the positions they were to occupy whenever the enemy makes his appearance.
Gens Johnston, Beauregard, and Longstreet passed in front of the entire column.
The day was cold and uncomfortable, snow having fallen, and ice an inch thick was formed the previous night.
Before the Generals made their appearance, two of the regiments in line near Fort Beauregard, where I was standing, gave a specimen of the Yankees running at the battle of Bull Run.
It was truly a laughable scene, and created shouts of applause.
It was "tall running," and a few of the mimickers had long legs and