July 3 his old friend Buckner
, of Donelson
, came affectionately to bid him farewell; and he spoke of his happiness in the growing harmony between North and South.
On July 9, in a trembling pencil, he wrote to Mr. Wood
: “I am glad to say that, while there is much unblushing wickedness in this world, yet there is a compensating generosity and grandeur of soul.
In my case I have not found that republics are ungrateful, nor are the people.”
On July 23 he died.
To pay his debts, he had so utterly stripped himself of all his trophies and possessions that there was not left a uniform to clothe his body or a sword to lay upon his coffin.
To-day he rests in his tomb at Riverside
But his greatest visible monument is the book.
Quite apart from its history, which here and there needs amendment, and quite independent of its masterly prose, it is a picture of a noble, modest, great heart.