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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 8. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones)

Mr. Dunlop was called on to respond to a toast to the cavalry, and spoke as follows: To horse, to horse; the sabres gleam, High sounds our bugle call; Combined by honor's sacred tie, Our watchword, laws and liberty! Forward! to do or die. Mr. Chairman and Fellow Comrades--The simple melody of our bugles when, in days of yore, they called us to mount, or sounded the advance, is heard anew in the sentiment just proposed and in our ears again ring their commands — set to the notes of Scotland's chief minstrel — breathed from the magic touch of the Wizard of the North. And so the events of those times, that tried men's souls, the homely detail of the soldier's daily life — no less than the splendid achievement of peril's darkest hour --shall furnish material for the solemn, stately muse of history and thrilling theme for story and for song. The sentiment, sir, is an epitome of our struggle, and by a single happy touch delineates the instinct of the citizen soldiery of the S<

c, when our Great Captain's great Lieutenant had fought his last fight, and was making ready to doff the habiliments of earthly command, a successor for that field it was the glory of the cavalry to furnish — a successor, who, as we heard in the capitol to-night, with the very ring of the fallen hero's metal, ordered the men, when ammunition had failed, to hold their ground with the bayonet! And thus did the spirit of the great Elijah, who was passing from the whirlwind of that battle, out of even the tribute of admiring respect — a name that we shall repeat to the latest posterity as borne by one, the model of all that was godlike in man — I name the name of Lee — there be these twain, not brothers indeed, according to the flesh, but sons of brethren, our orator of the capitol and our absent President, who rode in the fight like Castor and Pollox: To your sentiment, Mr. Chairman, the cavalry responds with these I These-- Be the great twin brethren, That fought so well fo

at it shared the glory of the Army of Northern Virginia. But discrimination may be made of peculiar excellence where comparison would be as odious as impossible. We watched while others slept, and snuffed the first breath of hostile approach. We were now in the van — now in the rear. Active movement often multiplied our presence. Ubiquity scarce filled the measure of our duty. Eyes were we for those that were blind — ears for those that were deaf — without us. And the hundred hands of Briareus, though moved by a giant's arm, were powerless without the hundred eyes of Argus to see where they should strike. But sense of sight and hearing and delicate touch were not all. What has been truly said in general of the individuality of the Confederate soldier, with special force applies to the cavalier. The training of an establishment of regulars may give power to machinery in obedience, moved even by mediocrity in command. The unavoidable absence of such previous training for our w<

The cavalry — remarks of private James N. Dunlop, at A. N. V. Banquet, October 29th, 1879. Mr. Dunlop was called on to respond to a toast to the cavalry, and spoke as follows: To horse, to horse; the sabres gleam, High sounds our bugle call; Combined by honor's sacred tie, Our watchword, laws and liberty! Forward! to do or die. Mr. Chairman and Fellow Comrades--The simple melody of our bugles when, in days of yore, they called us to mount, or sounded the advance, is heard anew iMr. Dunlop was called on to respond to a toast to the cavalry, and spoke as follows: To horse, to horse; the sabres gleam, High sounds our bugle call; Combined by honor's sacred tie, Our watchword, laws and liberty! Forward! to do or die. Mr. Chairman and Fellow Comrades--The simple melody of our bugles when, in days of yore, they called us to mount, or sounded the advance, is heard anew in the sentiment just proposed and in our ears again ring their commands — set to the notes of Scotland's chief minstrel — breathed from the magic touch of the Wizard of the North. And so the events of those times, that tried men's souls, the homely detail of the soldier's daily life — no less than the splendid achievement of peril's darkest hour --shall furnish material for the solemn, stately muse of history and thrilling theme for story and for song. The sentiment, sir, is an epitome of

his followers' sight, rest upon Elisha, and Stuart bore the mantle of Stonewall Jackson! Among the legends of ancient Rome was one that at the battle of the Lake Regillus, the victory was due to the twin sons of thundering Jove, who were seen to ride in the fight. There be twain still with us, bearers of a name — we utter with reverence because of the illustrious dead — a name that thrilled with electric power devoted followers, drew the plaudits of the civilized world, and wrung from foes even the tribute of admiring respect — a name that we shall repeat to the latest posterity as borne by one, the model of all that was godlike in man — I name the name of Lee — there be these twain, not brothers indeed, according to the flesh, but sons of brethren, our orator of the capitol and our absent President, who rode in the fight like Castor and Pollox: To your sentiment, Mr. Chairman, the cavalry responds with these I These-- Be the great twin brethren, That fought so well

made of peculiar excellence where comparison would be as odious as impossible. We watched while others slept, and snuffed the first breath of hostile approach. We were now in the van — now in the rear. Active movement often multiplied our presence. Ubiquity scarce filled the measure of our duty. Eyes were we for those that were blind — ears for those that were deaf — without us. And the hundred hands of Briareus, though moved by a giant's arm, were powerless without the hundred eyes of Argus to see where they should strike. But sense of sight and hearing and delicate touch were not all. What has been truly said in general of the individuality of the Confederate soldier, with special force applies to the cavalier. The training of an establishment of regulars may give power to machinery in obedience, moved even by mediocrity in command. The unavoidable absence of such previous training for our war, left greater scope for the unaided resources of individual genius in commander<

ad fought his last fight, and was making ready to doff the habiliments of earthly command, a successor for that field it was the glory of the cavalry to furnish — a successor, who, as we heard in the capitol to-night, with the very ring of the fallen hero's metal, ordered the men, when ammunition had failed, to hold their ground with the bayonet! And thus did the spirit of the great Elijah, who was passing from the whirlwind of that battle, out of his followers' sight, rest upon Elisha, and Stuart bore the mantle of Stonewall Jackson! Among the legends of ancient Rome was one that at the battle of the Lake Regillus, the victory was due to the twin sons of thundering Jove, who were seen to ride in the fight. There be twain still with us, bearers of a name — we utter with reverence because of the illustrious dead — a name that thrilled with electric power devoted followers, drew the plaudits of the civilized world, and wrung from foes even the tribute of admiring respect — a name

is followers' sight, rest upon Elisha, and Stuart bore the mantle of Stonewall Jackson! Among the legends of ancient Rome was one that at the battle of the Lake Regillus, the victory was due to the twin sons of thundering Jove, who were seen to ride in the fight. There be twain still with us, bearers of a name — we utter with reverence because of the illustrious dead — a name that thrilled with electric power devoted followers, drew the plaudits of the civilized world, and wrung from foes even the tribute of admiring respect — a name that we shall repeat to the latest posterity as borne by one, the model of all that was godlike in man — I name the name of Lee — there be these twain, not brothers indeed, according to the flesh, but sons of brethren, our orator of the capitol and our absent President, who rode in the fight like Castor and Pollox: To your sentiment, Mr. Chairman, the cavalry responds with these I These-- Be the great twin brethren, That fought so well

s making ready to doff the habiliments of earthly command, a successor for that field it was the glory of the cavalry to furnish — a successor, who, as we heard in the capitol to-night, with the very ring of the fallen hero's metal, ordered the men, when ammunition had failed, to hold their ground with the bayonet! And thus did the spirit of the great Elijah, who was passing from the whirlwind of that battle, out of his followers' sight, rest upon Elisha, and Stuart bore the mantle of Stonewall Jackson! Among the legends of ancient Rome was one that at the battle of the Lake Regillus, the victory was due to the twin sons of thundering Jove, who were seen to ride in the fight. There be twain still with us, bearers of a name — we utter with reverence because of the illustrious dead — a name that thrilled with electric power devoted followers, drew the plaudits of the civilized world, and wrung from foes even the tribute of admiring respect — a name that we shall repeat to the la

r, left greater scope for the unaided resources of individual genius in commanders and individual valor in men — the native prowess and intelligent obedience of a patriotic soldiery combined by honor's sacred tie. The Virginia cavalry was born, not made. The soil of this State seemed to be its habitat, and at the call of war, it-- Rose from the ground like feathered Mercury, And vaulted, with such ease, into its seat, As if an angel dropped down from the clouds To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship. When, in the Syrian desert, a place where no man meets a friend, Saladin and a knight of the Red Cross met and prepared them for deadly encounter, the Soldan of Egypt and Syria, ere the crusaders' mace could be hurled at him, with matchless dexterity, turnd his barb and thrice rode around his ponderous enemy. But when, in these latter days, like black clouds in the firmament of heaven, surcharged, sulphurous and ready to burst on the hushed