grandly and unmurmuringly and alone Pickett fought his way through poverty, though there were no honors, no emoluments within the gift of a loving people that could not have been his. I said Pickett was beloved by all, and so he was; but there are a wee, smaa few of those of his own comrades of the Lost Cause more fortunate of life than my large-hearted soldier, who are envious and jealous of the glory of his short, unfinished life, and one of these of the wee-smaa few, in his lecture on ‘The Closing Days of the Confederacy,’ when he spoke of the deciding battle of the war (Gettysburg), scarcely mentioned the name of the dead soldier, who so zealously obeyed ‘Old Peter's nod,’ and led the immortal charge over those sacred heights, on through the passage of the Valley of Death; passed the lines of battle, up the ridge to the crest, from the crest down the descent over half a mile of open, exposed ground, within canister and schrapnel range; through rushing shot and shrieking shell; on, on through flame and smoke, till the heights were taken; the battle won, and then, alas! Pickett's men, hemmed in on all sides and for want of support, had to fight their way back through equal danger over the blood-conquered ground, over the mangled, mutilated bodies of their dead and wounded comrades, while the army, as all the world knows, though ordered to come to Pickett's support, calmly looked on at the terrible massacre. If Pickett had had the other two brigades of his division (Corse and Jenkins), but of this more anon. Lincoln afterwards, in his dedication address on this sacred field, said: ‘Here this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.’ The glory of Pickett's charge at Gettysburg (where, out of 4,500 brave Virginians, 3,393 were killed and wounded), will shine, in spite of Gordon's jealousy, with ever-increasing lustre as time rolls on, and the purity of patriotism is more and more refined and the truth more and more clearly revealed. Pickett's men loved and honored him, their great, tender-hearted commander, who did not offend them by superiority, but inspired them with confidence; and to-day a whole nation of true soldiers everywhere give veneration to his memory, admiration for his dauntless courage, his grand and enduring qualities of head and heart, and love for love. In Richmond, Va., on Gettysburg Hill, beneath the glistening ivy leaves, and midst the bloom of flowers, in reach of the scent of the distant clover as it sways and swings with the golden buttercups, anon touching and making a tangle of purple and green and gold,
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Died of disease.
Autobiography of Gen. Patton Anderson , C. S. A.
An important Dispatch.
Sketch of Company I , 61st Virginia Infantry , Mahone 's Brigade , C. S. A.
First gun at Sumter .
The Confederate flag.
The battle of Shiloh .
Fight at front Royal.
A parallel for Grant 's action.
Company D , Clarke Cavalry.
[from the Richmond Dispatch , April 19 , 1896 .] history and roster of this command, which fought gallantly.
General George E. Pickett .
General Grant 's censor.
The Roll of Company G, forty-ninth Virginia Infantry .
Wounded at Williamsburg, Va.
The Confederate armies .
The Newmarket charge.
Annoyed by shells.
From Lieutenant Schuricht 's Diary.
Goochland Light Dragoons .
The laying of the corner-stone of the monument to President Jefferson Davis ,
In Monroe Park at Richmond, Virginia , Thursday , July 2 , 1896 , with the Oration of General Stephen D. Lee .
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