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John Beatty, The Citizen-Soldier; or, Memoirs of a Volunteer 26 0 Browse Search
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tubborn fights must be left to another time and to abler hands. I pass to a few traits of the individual. II. Of this eminent soldier, I will say that, seeing him often in many of those perilous straits which reveal hard fibre or its absence, I always regarded him as a noble type of courage and manhooda gentleman and soldier to the finger nails. But that is not enough; generalization and eulogy are unprofitable-truth and minute characterization are better. One personal anecdote of Caesar would be far more valuable than a hundred commonplaces-and that is true of others. It is not a general idea I am to give; I would paint the portrait, if I can, of the actual man. The individuality of the great South Carolinian was very marked. You saw at a glance the race from which he sprang, and the traits of heart and brain which he brought to the hard contest. He was whole in himself and due to none. Neither in physical nor mental conformation did he resemble Stuart, the ideal cavali
improper proceedings which indicated the old soldier, and free ranger of the fields and forests. The fortunes of war gave me frequent opportunities of enjoying the society of Bumpo at this time. We rode together many scores of miles, with Augustus Caesar, a coloured friend, behind; and lived the merriest life imaginable. Worthy Lieutenant of the C. S. Artillery, do you ever recall those sunshiny days? Don't you remember how we laughed and jested as we rode; how we talked the long hours s of the epistle are characteristic: Last night I killed a shoat which kept eating my corn; and made our two Toms scald it and cut it up, and this morning we had a piece of it for breakfast. We call the other Tom Long Tom, and Thomas Augustus Caesar! Bumpo! Bumpo! at your old tricks, I see. Shoat has always been your weakness, you know, from the period of the famous Engagement in Culpeper, where you slew one of these inoffensive animals. But here, I confess, there are extenuating c
be his appearance; for I have always observed that when we know how a great man looks, we take far more interest in his sayings and doings, for we have an accurate idea of the sort of person who is talking or acting. I remember reading once that Caesar, the celebrated Roman General, was a dandy in his youth — a sort of fine gentleman about Rome; and had lost all his hair, which he regretted greatly, and tried to conceal with the laurel crown he wore. Also, that when he conquered Gaul he was ths tall, muscular, and carried his head erect, repulsing with a simple look all meddling or impertinence, and impressing upon all around him, by his grave and noble manner, a conviction of the lofty elements of his soul. Knowing these facts about Caesar, Napoleon, and Washington, I noticed that I had a much better understanding of their careers, and indeed seemed to see them when they performed any celebrated action which was related in their biographies. General Lee is now so justly famous
The old Stonewall Brigade. In every army there is a Corps daelite which bears the heaviest brunt of battle, and carries off the chief glories of the conflict. In the forces of Caesar it was the Tenth Legion which that foremost man of all this world took personal command of, and led into action, when the moment for the last struggle came. In the royal troops of Louis XIV., fighting against Marlborough, it was the Garde Franfais who were called upon when do or die was the word, and men werthe fortunes of the most desperate conflicts, and carry forward the Imperial Eagles to victory. In the Army of Northern Virginia there is a corps, which, without prejudice to their noble commander, may be said to represent the Tenth Legion of Caesar, the French Guard of Louis, and the Old Guard of Napoleon. This is the Old Stonewall Brigade of Jackson. The Old Stonewall Brigade! What a host of thoughts, memories, and emotions, do those simple words incite! The very mention of the famou