from the Rapidan; the close and bitter struggle when the enemy, with an overpowering force of infantry, cavalry, and artillery, about the twentieth of June, attacked the Southern cavalry near Middleburg, and forced them back step by step beyond Upperville, where in the last wild charge, when the Confederates were nearly broken, Hampton went in with the sabre at the head of his men and saved the command from destruction by his do or die fighting; the advance immediately into Pennsylvania, when thraits was his tall figure seen in front of the Southern horsemen, bidding them come on, not go on.
He was not only the commander, but the sabreur too. Thousands will remember how his gallant figure led the charging column at Frederick City, at Upperville, at Gettysburg, at Trevillian's, and in a hundred other fights.
Nothing more superb could be imagined than Hampton at such moments.
There was no flurry in the man-but determined resolution.
No doubt of the result apparently — no looking for