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Shakespeare (search for this): chapter 1.4
Major Andrew Reid Venable, Jr. [from Richmond, Va., Times-Dispatch.] By W. Gordon McCABE. Died, on October 15, 1909, at Millwood, near Farmville, Va., Major Andrew Reid Venable, Jr., formerly Adjutant and Inspector-General of the Cavalry Corps of the Army of Northern Virginia, in his seventy-seventh year. This fell sergeant, Death, is strict in his arrest, as Shakespeare tells us, and thus has been struck from the rolls of survivors of that glorious army the name of one of the noblest gentlemen and most daring soldiers who ever periled life for hearth and home and country. But it is only from the roll of survivors that his name has been stricken, for on the deathless roll itself, his name shall blaze so long as freemen shall revere those stern and warlike virtues that make men strong to meet with unshaken front the very stroke of fate. Born of an ancient and honorable race, distinguished from Colonial days for inflexible integrity, high courage and keen intellectual
Jane Reid Venable (search for this): chapter 1.4
ember 2, 1832, son of Samuel Woodson and Jane Reid Venable—was graduated from Hampden—Sidney Collegsperate action at Soloman's Fork, Kan., while Venable, with characteristic tenacity, stuck to his bg conflict. Then burst the storm of war, and Venable, without a moment's hesitation, threw up his derness, mourned by an army. This position Venable held until the spring of ‘63. Commissariese very thickest of the battle of the 3rd day. Venable had come up to ask his Colonel whether he didinspired, orders, grasped his hand, and said, Venable, I've sent off my last man. You must take thi all responsibility. Certainly, sir, replied Venable, saluting, and most delighted, and away he sp his own brilliant work), was to have, and so Venable, within a few days, was assigned to the Headq the autumn of 1864 (Oct. 27th), the story of Venable's career is the story of that splendid body oenever most perlious service was to the fore, Venable was selected for that service, and wherever t[6 more...
Milton (search for this): chapter 1.4
. He lived in a great time and bore himself through all the stress and storm of it in a manner worthy of his historic lineage. After the war there were long years in which he was tried as by fire, but he ever proved all gold. And he has left to wife and children, to kinsmen and comrades, as a precious legacy, the fragrant memory of his tenderness and purity, his generosity and integrity, his nice sense of honor and chivalric courage, and of all those stern and gentle virtues that we unconsciously associate with the loftiest type of the high-bred gentleman and dauntless soldier. In contemplating this heroic life, thus rounded, at the last, with the sleep which He giveth His beloved, we, who miss him and hold him in our hearts, rising above our own selfish sorrow, can surely say of him, as Milton says of Sampson: Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail; * * * * nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble. W. Gordon McCabe. December 6th, 1909.
A. P. Hill (search for this): chapter 1.4
of ‘64, began the greatest of Lee's campaigns—a grim wrestle of eleven months, with the guns going night and day—in which the Confederate commander, from the Wilderness to Cold Harbor, put hors-de-combat more men than he had taken into the campaign, and again, from Cold Harbor to Five Forks, put hors-de-combat as great a number as had been left him for the defense of Petersburg and Richmond. Grant crossed the Rapidan on May 4th, and on May 5th. Stuart in person conducted Lee's advance (A. P. Hill's Corps) to strike the enemy on the Plank Road. It is no exaggeration, but only severest truth to say that from that moment, the Commander of the Cavalry Corps, night and day in the saddle, with only a few hours' sleep during the twenty-four, never lost aggressive contact with the enemy's infantry and cavalry, until the fatal May 11th, at Yellow Tavern, when he fell mortally wounded from a random pistol-shot fired by a retreating Federal trooper. The story of that desperate fight, so t<
Wade Hampton (search for this): chapter 1.4
s, with his old duties as Inspector-General, on the staff of General Wade Hampton. Time would fail to deal in detail with the active part hrvice may, at least, be touched upon. On September 14th (1864), Hampton, having ascertained through his scouts the exact location of the g English just before Agincourt, had been shrewdly out of beef, but Hampton knew that (as the Constable of France allowed of his adversaries o were kept hot from City Point to Grant's front, and very speedily Hampton was so hard pressed by both cavalry and infantry that a less resoler would have abandoned his booty and thought only of escape. But Hampton knew Lee's great need of proper food for the men, and at all times that grew even closer to their hearts. In his official report, Hampton says (September 27th, 1864): Major Venable, of my staff, was orderessage from gallant Jimmy Deering (one of Lee's Boy Brigadiers) to Hampton, in making his way through the heavily wooded country, rode headlo
Pegram (search for this): chapter 1.4
tt—Venable was closest to Stuart. Whenever most perlious service was to the fore, Venable was selected for that service, and wherever the Headquarter guidon of Lee's horse blazed in the van of trampling squadrons, there always was Andrew Venable, riding bit to bit, by the bridle-rein of the gay and debonnair Rupert of the South. It is sad, in a way, to his surviving comrades, that the story of his brilliant career will never be told. But it is no worse in this case than in that of Willy Pegram, or Jim Breathed, or Beckham, or Jimmy Thompson, or Victor Girardey, and many, many others, whose names were household words as stubborn fighters, in an army of stubborn fighters, who are yet unknown to-day to the people for whose liberties they yielded up their lives. Still, one may be allowed to cite one or two instances in that career—if only for his children's sake—to evidence how absolute was his Chief's confidence in the readiness of resource and cool daring of this favorite staff o<
Talcott Eliason (search for this): chapter 1.4
and Quartermasters, with few exceptions, never went into action. Indeed, for them to do so, was contrary to explicit and very proper orders. So, too, of Surgeons. But Venable could no more keep out of a fight than Stuart's Chief Surgeon, Talcott Eliason, of whom Stuart says in his rollicking fashion (in his official report of the Gettysburg Campaign): Surgeon Eliason, though without a superior in his profession, would, from his conduct on the field, excel as a Colonel of Cavalry. The ComSurgeon Eliason, though without a superior in his profession, would, from his conduct on the field, excel as a Colonel of Cavalry. The Commissary of the First Virginia Artillery had a way of suddenly turning up in the very thick of things to ask his Colonel some utterly idle and irrelevant question about rations for the men, and the Colonel tried to look severe and the battery commanders winked at each other and at Venable, when the latter said, And now, sir, if I could carry any orders for you, as I see your Adjutant has gone. Thus it was that Stuart, who, on Jackson's fall on the evening of May 2nd, at Chancellorsville,
W. S. Plummer (search for this): chapter 1.4
money for emergencies—his cool assumption of the role of an oil-land promoter—his frequent trips to the Pennsylvania oil-fields to pick up hints, for better playing the part—his writing his fiancee, Miss Stevens (who had come on to Baltimore with her aunt, to avoid the persecution in St. Louis of Rebel sympathizers), begging her to make a few rapid preparations for marriage, following up the letter (characteristically) with a telegram, Come with your aunt at once their marriage by the Rev. Dr. W. S. Plummer in his study, who had been his father's classmate at college, and who was then living in Philadelphia—his wife's departure within a few days Southward for Baltimore, while he fared Westward to the oil-fields—his making his way gradually, through help of the underground, to Hagerstown, Maryland—his dash, one stormy night, on a fleet horse to an unguarded point on the Potomac—the perilous swim across—and so back to freedom, and Old Virginia—all this, as wild as any chapter
West (search for this): chapter 1.4
ng Virginian of good family, straining at the leash and eager to get beyond the somnolent life of prosaic surroundings. It may be told in few words, for his real life lay within the four years of war. He was born at the Vineyard (one of the old Venable estates), in Prince Edward county, on December 2, 1832, son of Samuel Woodson and Jane Reid Venable—was graduated from Hampden—Sidney College before he was twenty, in the class of 1852—disdained to settle down as a small planter, and so went West to seek his fortunes, speedily deciding on St. Louis as his new home. There, owing to his industry, quick intelligence and spirit of enterprise, his business success was almost instant. What is far more to the purpose, it was there that he met socially two people who were to play the chief part in his life—Miss Stevens, a niece of Governor Stevens, of Maryland, a lady destined within a few years to become his wife under the most romantic circumstances—while he was an escaped prisoner in
Thaddeus Stevens (search for this): chapter 1.4
business success was almost instant. What is far more to the purpose, it was there that he met socially two people who were to play the chief part in his life—Miss Stevens, a niece of Governor Stevens, of Maryland, a lady destined within a few years to become his wife under the most romantic circumstances—while he was an escaped Governor Stevens, of Maryland, a lady destined within a few years to become his wife under the most romantic circumstances—while he was an escaped prisoner in the enemy's country—and Lieutenant J. E. B. Stuart, U. S. A., who, though but twenty-two, had just proved his warlike mettle in the campaign against the fierce Apaches, as a young officer of the famous old Rifles, and who, now transferred to the First Cavalry, had been assigned duty at Jefferson Barracks, St. Louis. on of the role of an oil-land promoter—his frequent trips to the Pennsylvania oil-fields to pick up hints, for better playing the part—his writing his fiancee, Miss Stevens (who had come on to Baltimore with her aunt, to avoid the persecution in St. Louis of Rebel sympathizers), begging her to make a few rapid preparations fo
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