so illustrious that, if I were to give it, the most ardent opponents of the F. F. V.'s would take a certain historic interest in what I am going to relate.
When I say that he is called Lieutenant W— , you cannot possibly guess his name.
But to the curious incident with which I propose to amuse those readers who take an interest in the veritable occurrences of the great struggle just terminated.
On the ninth day of June, 1863, there took place at Fleetwood Hill, near Brandy Station, in Culpeper, the greatest and most desperate cavalry conflict of the war. Nearly twenty-five thousand horsemen fought there all a summer's day --as when Earl Percy met the Douglas in the glades of Chevy Chase-and the combat was of unexampled fury.
General Stuart, commanding all the cavalry of General Lee's army, had held a grand review some days before, in the extensive fields below the Court-House, and a mimic battle had taken place, preceding the real one.
The horse artillery, posted on a hill, fir