him penniless in the forlorn place, he remembered Buckner
's friendly help when he had been penniless in New York.
“He left the officers of his own army” (says Buckner
in a speech long afterward), “and followed me, with that modest manner peculiar to himself, into the shadow, and there tendered me his purse.
It seems to me, Mr. Chairman
, that in the modesty of his nature he was afraid the light would witness that act of generosity, and sought to hide it from the world.
We can appreciate that, sir.”
Indeed, we can; and we can appreciate Buckner
's own warm heart whenever history gives us a glimpse of it. When Grant
was bidding this world good-by in patience and suffering, Buckner
was one of the last to visit him, and take his hand.
The pen would linger over Donelson
; over Smith
's gallantry that saved the day on the 15th, and his delightful address to the Iowa
volunteers; over McClernand