of some of the Confederate generals, and, in some measure, jealousy at the power of the United States have ranged the sympathies of the world during the war and ever since to a large degree on the side of the vanquished. Justice has hardly been done to the armies which arose time and again from sanguinary repulses, and from disasters more demoralizing than any repulse in the field, because they were caused by political and military incapacity in high places, to redeem which the soldiers freely shed their blood, as it seemed, in vain. if the heroic endurance of the Southern people and the fiery valor of the Southern armies thrill us to-day with wonder and admiration, the stubborn tenacity and courage which succeeded in preserving intact the heritage of the American nation, and which triumphed over foes so formidable, are not less worthy of praise and imitation. the Americans still hold the world's record for hard fighting.this extract brings to mind that what impressed the Confederate in Lee's Army with most admiration for the Army of the Potomac was, not its brave stand at Malvern Hill following a series of disasters, not its dogged perseverance when attacking an impregnable position at Marye's Heights, not its indomitable spirit at the ‘bloody Angle,’ Spotsylvania, but the fact that no mistakes of its generals or of the authorities at Washington ever caused it to lose heart. Always and everywhere it fought bravely when given a chance. There never was but one Bull Run. Three successive changes were made in its commanders, from Yorktown to the Wilderness, and yet that gallant Army never lost faith in itself, as the following incident illustrates. In the winter of 1863-64, the writer, then an officer in Lee's Army, met between the picket lines near Orange Court House, Virginia, a lieutenant of a New York regiment. During our conversation the lieutenant said, ‘well, we are on the road to Richmond again.’ ‘Yes,’ was the reply; ‘but you will never get there.’ ‘Oh, Yes, we will after a while,’ said the lieutenant, ‘and if you will swap generals with us, we'll be there in three weeks.’ just before we parted, the lieutenant proposed, ‘here's my toast: May the best man win!’ and we drank it heartily.
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