of a youth, writes a comrade, Henry Coppee.
His picture rises before me . . . in the old torn coat, obsolescent leather gig-top, loose riding pantaloons, with spurs buckled over them, going with his clanking sabre to the drill-hall.
He exhibited but little enthusiasm in anything.
Here is testimony to that mental indolence, or torpor, which pervaded his nature; and he gives more himself.
I rarely read over a lesson the second time. . . . I read all of Bulwer's, . . . Cooper's, Marryat's, Scott's, Washington Irving's works, Lever's, and many others that I do not now remember.
His letters home show an appreciation of natural scenery, and this he seems always to have had.
During his furlough at home after two years at the Academy it is narrated by Richardson that, in accordance with an agreement between himself and classmates to abstain from liquor for a year, he steadily refused to drink with his old friends.
The object of the cadets was to strengthen, by their example, one of
848, he left Mexico for Mississippi with his regiment.
He was a brevet captain, and twenty-six years old. In August he was married.
As quartermaster, the regiment s new headquarters at Detroit should have been his post that winter; but a brother officer, ordered to Sackett's Harbor, preferred the gayety of Detroit, and managed--one sees the thing to-day often enough — to have Grant sent to Sackett's Harbor, and himself made acting quartermaster at Detroit.
This meanness was righted by General Scott in the spring; and in later days Grant, having the chance to even things with the brother officer, did not take it, but stood his friend.
In June, 1851, Sackett's Harbor became regimental Headquarters; and Grant was there for twelve months, when he was ordered to the Pacific by way of the Isthmus.
On account of her health, Mrs. Grant did not go with him. He passed the next year on the Columbia River, at what is now Fort Vancouver, where he was both post and regimental quartermaster.
n do now?
Having with-out a moment's rest after a march of over four hundred miles, without sleep for three successive nights, crossed the Tennessee and fought their share of Chattanooga and pursued the enemy out of Tennessee, they turned more than a hundred and twenty miles north, and compelled Longstreet to raise the siege of Knoxville where Burnside was. When in a few months Grant was appointed full lieutenant general, under special act of Congress (he was the first since Washington, Winfield Scott being only brevet), he wrote to Sherman: What I want is to express my thanks to you and McPherson as the men to whom above all others I feel indebted for whatever I have had of success.
How far your execution of whatever has been given you to do entitles you to the reward I am receiving, you cannot know as well as I do.
And Sherman answered in a spirit equally noble, You do yourself injustice and us too much honour.
In these letters the two men lay bare their best selves.
And how wel