sion he was closely scanning the faces and reading the thoughts of the young men before him. This person was no other than Major Thomas Jonathan Jackson.
In church he always sat in the same posture, never touching the back of the pew nor turning his eyes from the preacher.
If during a dull sermon he ever fell asleep (and he had been seen to close his eyes at times) he always retained this position.
It is no wonder that he afterwards received—with the baptism of fire—the immortal name of Stonewall.
Major Jackson then seemed most eminent for Christian piety, a stern, unwavering sense of duty, a noble straightforwardness, and a beautiful simplicity of character.
In short, he exhibited that strong individuality which always accompanies genius, but which the world's stupidity characterizes only as eccentricity.
In this age he would have been called a crank.
His singularity was often ridiculed, and his peculiar ways were a subject of mimicry.
Although possessing such manly virtues