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[368] Mr. President, Comrades of the Arm y of Northern Virginia, Soldiers of the Confederacy, Ladies and Gentlemen. If the personal allusion may be pardoned, I will say that I count myself one of the happiest, if not the happiest, man in all this vast crowd assembled here to-day. Always happy to meet the men who wore the gray—for if there is one man on earth whom I honor and love above another, it is the true Confederate soldier—I delight to mingle in reunions of the survivors of every army of the Confederacy as they gather from Maryland to Texas. But it is for me always a peculiar pleasure to attend a Confederate gathering in historic, battle-scarred heroic old Richmond, and to mingle with the men who followed Lee and Jackson and Longstreet and Ewell and A. P. Hill [great applause], and ‘Jeb’ Stuart; the men who composed the Army of Northern Virginia, the noblest army of heroic patriots that ever marched under any flag, or fought for any cause, ‘in all the tide of time.’
Richmond, VA. 1892.
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