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Appomattox (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.22
in the summer of 1864, but his allegiance to the army, his duty to himself and his family bade him go almost daily to a hopeless slaughter, and often he marched to battle for his personal honor, without the slightest hope for his country's independence. Can you imagine heroism more sublime than the private infantryman's who held the front lines of the Confederacy during the last half of 1864 and the winter and spring of 1865? Around Petersburg along the disastrous line of retreat to Appomattox, and even there he shouldered his musket and yielded ready obedience to the order for a charge, until his matchless commander said his duty to his country had been faithfully performed, and further resistance would be a useless sacrifice. He had enlisted as a private, he fought as a private, he surrendered as a private, and then he returned to private life to battle for bread. His country was lost, but a dauntless spirit directed him in the evolution to another citizenship. He guided
Fredericksburg, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.22
guilelessness of a child. He doted on his faded uniform and jeered at the slick silk hat, even on the head of a Confederate congressman. When the first year of his service had passed he was bright with hope. Fort Sumter had fallen and Manassas had emblazoned his bayonet with glory! The second year passed with five hundred and sixty-four battles and engagements, including Shiloh, the seven days battle, which made the dark waters of the Chickahominy run red, Second Manassas and Fredericksburg, and his prowess was proved to the civilized world. The third year passed with six hundred and twenty-seven battles and engagements. It saw his pride at the highest and his hope brightest when, fresh from the victories of Chancellorsville, he invaded the soil of Pennsylvania. Alas! for human hopes! Gettysburg turned backward his footsteps and started anxiety in his breast. How long could these bloody years last? Surely, not longer than seven, as his ancestors' revolutio
Portsmouth, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.22
South. He is entitled to the absolute respect of the grandest in the land. Already many stately granite shafts commemorate our hero leaders, but shall there not be one higher by an hundredfold and a thousand times more beautiful in design than any of these dedicated to the infantry privates of the South? Aye! I wish a shaft of burnished gold could lift its head from Virginia's valley, in which sleep the remains of Lee and Jackson, in memory of the private infantrymen of the Confederacy, emblazoning their glory to coming generations, for their heroism is the grandest type of all the thousand bloody fields which heralded Southern valor. The private infantrymen were lowest in rank, yet highest in their loyalty to the finest sense of honor the human mind can conceive—grandest in humility, greatest in sincerity, purest in purpose; and never can temples of fame enshrine the memory of knightlier souls! William H. Stewart, Late Lt.-Col. 61st Va. Infantry, C. S. A., Portsmouth, Va.
Chancellorsville (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.22
Manassas had emblazoned his bayonet with glory! The second year passed with five hundred and sixty-four battles and engagements, including Shiloh, the seven days battle, which made the dark waters of the Chickahominy run red, Second Manassas and Fredericksburg, and his prowess was proved to the civilized world. The third year passed with six hundred and twenty-seven battles and engagements. It saw his pride at the highest and his hope brightest when, fresh from the victories of Chancellorsville, he invaded the soil of Pennsylvania. Alas! for human hopes! Gettysburg turned backward his footsteps and started anxiety in his breast. How long could these bloody years last? Surely, not longer than seven, as his ancestors' revolution had cost! Then the fourth year passed, with seven hundred and seventy-nine battles and engagements. His anxiety was over. He saw the inevitable end. Hope of success was gone. It was only a question of the days he might be spare
Pennsylvania (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.22
h glory! The second year passed with five hundred and sixty-four battles and engagements, including Shiloh, the seven days battle, which made the dark waters of the Chickahominy run red, Second Manassas and Fredericksburg, and his prowess was proved to the civilized world. The third year passed with six hundred and twenty-seven battles and engagements. It saw his pride at the highest and his hope brightest when, fresh from the victories of Chancellorsville, he invaded the soil of Pennsylvania. Alas! for human hopes! Gettysburg turned backward his footsteps and started anxiety in his breast. How long could these bloody years last? Surely, not longer than seven, as his ancestors' revolution had cost! Then the fourth year passed, with seven hundred and seventy-nine battles and engagements. His anxiety was over. He saw the inevitable end. Hope of success was gone. It was only a question of the days he might be spared before the bullet pierced his heart.
Infantryman (search for this): chapter 1.22
The private Infantryman. The typical hero of the South. [From The Times-Democrat's Christmas Edition, 1892.] The Old South has grand memories and the New South has splendid anticipations. The spirit which moved the Old leads the New South. It is that spirit which seeks truth through roughest paths and heeds no danger in its pursuit. It is that spirit which warmed the hearts and steeled the nerves to bear the burdens of both the Old and the New South. My ideal hero embraced it with superb unselfishness. Some would say he should be Robert E. Lee, whose great heart and lofty leadership enchained the everlasting affection of the South. Some would say he should be Stonewall Jackson, whose magic power so often awakened the wonder of the world. Some would say he should be Jefferson Davis, whose polished manhood held with unyielding nerve the pearl of Southern pride. Some would say he was among the hosts of cavalrymen and artillerymen, who flashed their swords
William H. Stewart (search for this): chapter 1.22
South. He is entitled to the absolute respect of the grandest in the land. Already many stately granite shafts commemorate our hero leaders, but shall there not be one higher by an hundredfold and a thousand times more beautiful in design than any of these dedicated to the infantry privates of the South? Aye! I wish a shaft of burnished gold could lift its head from Virginia's valley, in which sleep the remains of Lee and Jackson, in memory of the private infantrymen of the Confederacy, emblazoning their glory to coming generations, for their heroism is the grandest type of all the thousand bloody fields which heralded Southern valor. The private infantrymen were lowest in rank, yet highest in their loyalty to the finest sense of honor the human mind can conceive—grandest in humility, greatest in sincerity, purest in purpose; and never can temples of fame enshrine the memory of knightlier souls! William H. Stewart, Late Lt.-Col. 61st Va. Infantry, C. S. A., Portsmouth, Va
Stonewall Jackson (search for this): chapter 1.22
d and the New South. My ideal hero embraced it with superb unselfishness. Some would say he should be Robert E. Lee, whose great heart and lofty leadership enchained the everlasting affection of the South. Some would say he should be Stonewall Jackson, whose magic power so often awakened the wonder of the world. Some would say he should be Jefferson Davis, whose polished manhood held with unyielding nerve the pearl of Southern pride. Some would say he was among the hosts of cavalryndredfold and a thousand times more beautiful in design than any of these dedicated to the infantry privates of the South? Aye! I wish a shaft of burnished gold could lift its head from Virginia's valley, in which sleep the remains of Lee and Jackson, in memory of the private infantrymen of the Confederacy, emblazoning their glory to coming generations, for their heroism is the grandest type of all the thousand bloody fields which heralded Southern valor. The private infantrymen were lowe
Napoleon (search for this): chapter 1.22
a private, he fought as a private, he surrendered as a private, and then he returned to private life to battle for bread. His country was lost, but a dauntless spirit directed him in the evolution to another citizenship. He guided the plow, wielded the axe, and did whatever his hand found to do, with the same unassuming fortitude which marked his career in the army. He inspired courage in the young. He gave life to the weak, and grappled the new order of things with masterly mind. Napoleon said: True heroism consists in being superior to the ills of life in whatever shape they may challenge him to combat. The infantryman not only felt as the illustrious warrior when he uttered this sublime sentiment, but he has demonstrated its truth by rising superior to all the evils of disaster, imbuing his associates with that resolute endurance which made him the breakwater of the Confederacy, and has made the bone and sinew of the progress and prosperity of the New South. As his i
Robert E. Lee (search for this): chapter 1.22
and heeds no danger in its pursuit. It is that spirit which warmed the hearts and steeled the nerves to bear the burdens of both the Old and the New South. My ideal hero embraced it with superb unselfishness. Some would say he should be Robert E. Lee, whose great heart and lofty leadership enchained the everlasting affection of the South. Some would say he should be Stonewall Jackson, whose magic power so often awakened the wonder of the world. Some would say he should be Jefferson r by an hundredfold and a thousand times more beautiful in design than any of these dedicated to the infantry privates of the South? Aye! I wish a shaft of burnished gold could lift its head from Virginia's valley, in which sleep the remains of Lee and Jackson, in memory of the private infantrymen of the Confederacy, emblazoning their glory to coming generations, for their heroism is the grandest type of all the thousand bloody fields which heralded Southern valor. The private infantrymen
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