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th actual achievement, unless it rush forth from genuine enthusiasm and fine feeling. But the silent, impassive Grant and the quiet, chivalrous Lee have furnished small personal impulse to poetic flight. No cause for regret in this; they need no imperishable literature to prolong their fame to a busy and forgetful posterity. Their deeds are their fittest memorial. The like may be said of Stonewall Jackson, although his picturesque campaigns have been sung in the vivid, rousing stanzas of Palmer's Stonewall Jackson's way. Yet it remains true that fine feeling has usually been touched by the thought of men now overshadowed, of some Zollicoffer, or Ashby, or Pelham. The greatest figure of the war has received a more enduring commemoration. Indeed, Lincoln has inspired the finest imaginative product of the period. Walt Whitman's mystic dirge, When Lilacs last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, which Swinburne enthusiastically pronounced the most sonorous nocturn ever chanted in the church o

ill a ceaseless vigil holy Keep above his dust. John Reuben Thompson. Stonewall Jackson's way For more than a quarter of a century the subject of debate, the authorship of this ballad was settled in 1891 by the poet himself, Dr. John Williamson Palmer. Through the kindness of his nieces and of Mrs. William C. Palmer of Baltimore, his own words are given here: in September, 1862, I found myself at the Glades Hotel, at Oakland, on the line of the Baltimore and Ohio railroad, andn For news of Stonewall's band. Ah, Widow! read, with eyes that burn, That ring upon thy hand. Ah, Wife! sew on, pray on, hope on; Thy life shall not be all forlorn; The foe had better ne'er been born That gets in ‘Stonewall's way.’ John Williamson Palmer. The dying words of Stonewall Jackson from Poems of Sidney Lanier; copyright, 1884, 1891, by Mary D. Lanier; published by Charles Scribner's sons. ‘Order A. P. Hill to prepare for battle.’ ‘Tell Major Hawks to advance the

and Lanier's The Tournament—both of them prophetic of a new national era. Not only was Browne's idea happy and well executed; his introduction and notes are invaluable. He established the fact that the author of Stonewall Jackson's way was Dr. J. W. Palmer. He printed in connection with the poems valuable letters as to the circumstances under which were written My Maryland and The conquered Banner. The volume as a whole was so marked by a careful critical judgment and good taste as to distina high level of expression. No other poem gives anything like so adequate an expression of Jackson—his personal appearance, his religious faith, his impressive commands, his almost magical control of his men—as Stonewall Jackson's way by John Williamson Palmer (1825-1906). Excellent also are Margaret J. Preston's Stonewall Jackson's grave and Under the shade of the trees, Flash's Death of Stonewall Jackson, Randall's The Lone Sentry, and the anonymous The brigade must not know, Sir. In 1863 <

Our hundred days in Europe, 228 Our left, 306 Our old home, 21 Our young Folks, 401 Outcasts of Poker flat, the, 380 Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking, 267 Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, 259 n. Outre-Mer: a Pilgrimage beyond the Sea, 34 Overland monthly, 378, 381, 386 Over the Teacups, 228, 234 Ovid, 3 Packet (N. Y.), 178 Page, Thomas Nelson, 349, 351, 353, 358, 365, 379, 380, 388, 389, 390 Paley, 196 Palfrey, John Gorham, 109, 110, 197 Palmer, Dr. J. W., 298, 304, 307 Pan in wall Street, 242 Paper, 241 Pare, Ambroise, 229 Paris, Paulin, 209 Park, Edwards A., 208 Parker, Rev., Theodore, 111, 166 Parkman, Francis, 11 Parsons, T. W., 167, 280 Parley's magazine, 400 Partingtonian Patchwork, 155 Parton, James, 404 Pater, Walter, 103 Paulding, James K., 150, 162, 167, 241 Paul revere's Ride, 39 Payne, William Morton, 63 n. Paying too dear for one's Whistle, 215 Peabody, Elizabeth, 20 Peabody, Sophia, 2

l be first attended to, on the south side; but yet the bridge not destroyed, nor the heights beyond surrendered. Stonewall Jackson's way. A song by Dr. John Williamson Palmer. [This famous camp song was originally published from what purported to be a Ms. found on the person of a dead Confederate soldier, and its authorship has never, so far as we know, been claimed by any one until recently Dr. John Williamson Palmer, in a letter to the New York World avows the authorship and claims that he made this song at Oakland, Alleghany Co. Md., to the tune of the guns of Antietam, which he could hear as he wrote. Dr. Palmer is a native of Baltimore, andDr. Palmer is a native of Baltimore, and a writer of no mean repute, and his letter seems to settle the authorship. He gives the following as the original and correct version of the song.] Come, stack arms, men; pile on the rails; Stir up the camp fire bright! No growling if the canteen fails; We'll make a roaring night. Here Shenandoah brawls along, There burly Blue

Stonewall Jackson's way. A song by Dr. John Williamson Palmer. [This famous camp song was originally published from what purported to be a Ms. found on the person of a dead Confederate soldier, and its authorship has never, so far as we know, been claimed by any one until recently Dr. John Williamson Palmer, in a letter to tDr. John Williamson Palmer, in a letter to the New York World avows the authorship and claims that he made this song at Oakland, Alleghany Co. Md., to the tune of the guns of Antietam, which he could hear as he wrote. Dr. Palmer is a native of Baltimore, and a writer of no mean repute, and his letter seems to settle the authorship. He gives the following as the originalDr. Palmer is a native of Baltimore, and a writer of no mean repute, and his letter seems to settle the authorship. He gives the following as the original and correct version of the song.] Come, stack arms, men; pile on the rails; Stir up the camp fire bright! No growling if the canteen fails; We'll make a roaring night. Here Shenandoah brawls along, There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong- To swell the brigade's rousing song Of Stonewall Jackson's way. We see him now; that queer sl

, pulled down the fence and drove them out of the field and through another, almost back to their artillery. We then fell back to our sharpshooters, followed by the enemy, who were charged by another brigade and driven from the field. The loss of the enemy in this fight was very great, indeed. We suffered considerably, but small, I think, in proportion to them. General Hampton who led the second charge, was severely wounded. Ashton is missing in our company; Rust (mortally); Carroll and Palmer were wounded, the two latter very slightly. Poor Eddie——did not go into the fight, but lost his horse subsequently, wandered off, and was, I fear, captured. Since I parted with him that evening, looking for his horse, I have not heard from him. I think it likely he went to our hospital in the neighborhood, and being without a horse, remained to attend to our wounded. A. Cox was left for that purpose. That night we traveled about ten miles, and spent the night in quietude. Next day we