hivalry, or his enemies dread in the example of martyrdom.
I have spoken of General J. E. B. Stuart, the flower of cavaliers, who said to President Davis, who stood at his dying bedside: If it were God's will, I should like to live longer and serve my country.
If I must die, I should like to see my wife first; but if it is His will that I die now, I am ready and willing to go if God and my country think that I have fulfilled my destiny and done my duty.
Colonel Wm. Johnson Pegram—Willie Pegram, the boy artillerist, we used to call him—left the University of Virginia in April, 1861, at the age of nineteen, and enlisted as a private in an artillery company, but, by superb courage and splendid skill, rose to be colonel of artillery and the idol of the whole army, when he fell on that ill-fated day at Five Forks which caused the breaking of Lee's lines and the fall of the Confederacy.
In an every way admirable sketch of him, written by his adjutant and intimate friend, Captain