er the leadership of the gallant Gordon, he illuminated that dark hour by one act of splendid chivalry, which soothed its anguish and effaced its shame; the flag of truce had entered the Confederate line, and passing down the ranks was quenching the firing as it came.
The men in wrath were breaking their muskets, or in tears were parting their old battle flags among themselves.
Turning their backs upon the approaching messenger, as Nelson turned his blind eye upon the retreat signal at Copenhagen, they rushed down upon a still spiteful battery of the enemy and swept it from the field.
The messenger of peace found them standing over their conquered spoil.
The weapons they surrendered that day were those they had just wrenched from the enemy—
It was not war, but it was splendid As a dream of old romance.
Later on, in another connection, if I have the time, I will state briefly the battles and operations under General Fitz Lee's direction, which fix his place in our militar