military feelings, mostly violent.
All the people are not dead yet. Nearly all the writers have a case to argue.
Sheridan must justify his treatment of Warren.
Sherman must bolster up Shiloh.
Beauregard must diminish Sidney Johnston.
Badeau must belittle Meade, and also the losses in the Wilderness.
These are mere instances.
meet in error.
We have not produced a Napoleon, and military talents of greater brilliancy than Grant's fought on both sides.
Purely as captains, Lee, Jackson, Sherman, Thomas, if not others, are likely to stand higher; while Sheridan during his brief opportunity proved such a thunderbolt that, did history know men by their prom the renowned remark, when they tell him of Grant's intemperance: I wish I knew what brand of whiskey he drinks.
I would send a barrel to all my other generals.
Sherman felt the power near at hand, as he fought under Grant, and wrote to him that it was something which he could liken to nothing else than the faith a Christian has
h himself at the cost of thousands of lives.
Sherman's own letter to Grant, March 10, 1864, hints solemnly ordered to be repaired, this time by Sherman.
In September a fall from his horse in New Oe.
Bragg never suspected this could happen.
Sherman had crept out of sight, gone to Burnside, he Sherman was approaching.
Through that night Sherman came out from the concealing hills upon the rged the battle's intended shape.
So much for Sherman on Tuesday, on the left.
On the right, Hooinfield Scott being only brevet), he wrote to Sherman: What I want is to express my thanks to you ards Lincoln's cry of welcome that evening.
John Sherman writes to his brother of the adulations in a rosewood box and a sword caught him again.
Sherman's incomparably briks pen has drawn the scene:eral, and split the Union forever.
Presently Sherman's and Sheridan's successes clinched Lincoln'so obscure the looming end. The great blows of Sherman, Sheridan, and Thomas sent their shocks to th[28 more...]
omattox, a hero in a soldier's dress, with sword not drawn, but sheathed.
There his figure stands immortal, and there his real life ends.
For living is action up to the soul's highest excellence, and many who eat their three meals a day are dead as door-nails.
Grant rose to his full height again only when he came to die. As president, he was no more himself than he had been when tanning leather.
Men far less worthy have sat more worthily in the White House.
It was foretold — silently.
Sherman, his dear friend, was set against it, and would not say a word for it. Did he not know the world's great soldiers, and what babies they became as statesmen,--Wellington latest of all?
More still, he knew his friend.
But we Americans, the most consistently inconsistent people on earth, have passed a century in abusing our army, and in electing every military hero we could get for president: Washington, Jackson, Harrison, Taylor, Grant.
When Lincoln was taken from us, no man was so loved a
ird-rate production, and untrustworthy.
V. The Virginia campaign of ‘64 and ‘65.
By Andrew A. Humphreys.
(New York, 1883: Charles Scribner's Sons.) The admirable temper and ability of this book place it far above any military narrative thus far written in this country.
VI. * personal Memoirs of U. S Grant.
(New York, 1885-86: Charles L. Webster & Co.; Century Company, 1895.) This great book has been already spoken of in the text.
With it should be read the Memoirs of Sherman and Sheridan.
They make a trilogy that will outlast any criticism.
Grant in peace.
By Adam Badeau. (Hartford, Conn., 1887: S. S. Scranton & Co.) Contains much that is trivial, but much that is valuable.
By Henry Adams.
The four last essays.
(New York, 1891: Charles Scribner's Sons.) There is no better summary of pertinent political issues.
IX. Mr. Fish and the Alabama claims.
By J. C. B. Davis.
（Boston and New York, 1893: Houghton, Mifflin & C<