o did not entertain the gloomiest forebodings, and I recall hearing at the time, or rather a day or so afterwards, substantially the same story of that one which within the last few years and a short time before his own death was related by Dr. Hunter McGuire, Jackson's medical director, a man whom of all men he loved and trusted next after his great chief, Robert Lee. I quote from an address first delivered by Doctor McGuire at Lexington, but repeated several times afterwards by special requestDoctor McGuire at Lexington, but repeated several times afterwards by special request:
At Malvern Hill, when a portion of our army was beaten and to some extent demoralized, Hill and Ewell and Early came to tell him that they could make no resistance if McClellan attacked them in the morning.
It was difficult to wake General Jackson, as he was exhausted and very sound asleep.
I tried it myself, and after many efforts, partly succeeded.
When he was made to understand what was wanted he said: McClellan and his army will be gone by daylight, and went to sleep again.
d any objection to telling me his orders, and he answered briskly, No, sir; none at all-just the orders I like — to go right down the plank road and strike the enemy wherever I find him.
It is glory enough for any man to have been Stonewall Jackson's trusted lieutenant.
Ewell simply worshiped his great commander; indeed, it was this worship that led him to the highest.
He worshiped Jackson, and yet they were not exactly kindred spirits.
The following little story, which I quote from Dr. McGuire, but which I heard many times before reading it in print, well illustrates one of the points of difference between them.
At the battle of Port Republic an officer commanding a regiment of Federal soldiers and riding a snow-white horse was very conspicuous for his gallantry.
He frequently exposed himself to the fire of our men in the most reckless way. So splendid was this man's courage that General Ewell, one of the most chivalrous gentlemen I ever knew, at some risk to his own life
Officers of courts-martial, compelled by sense of duty to order the execution as a deserter of a man absent without leave under such circumstances, have confessed to me that they shuddered, as if accessories before the fact to murder.
Some years ago, cowering under a great rock on the edge of the Aletsch glacier, in an Alpine thunder-storm, with Prof. (Sir John) Tyndall, Lady Tyndall, and my brotherin-law, Professor Newton, of Yale University, I related a story which was told me by Dr. Hunter McGuire and other eye-witnesses, of Jackson's agonized suffering, yet refusal to interfere with a death sentence imposed by a court-martial, under circumstances such as I have described.
Lady Tyndall shuddered and averted her face; but her husband, perceiving that she did so, said with emphasis:
My dear, awful as it was, Jackson was right; then, turning to me, he added, Mr. Stiles, God never made a greater or a righter human soul than Stonewall Jackson.
No, sir, I do not believe it wi