ink in anguish and his hope perish?
So it was, that with hunger and nakedness as its companions, and foes in front and foes in rear, the Army of Northern Virginia seemed bound to the rock of fate.
On April 1st the left wing of Grant's massive lines swept around the right and rear of Lee. Gallantly did Pickett and his men meet and resist them at Five Forks; but that commanding strategic point was taken, and the fall of Petersburg and of Richmond alike became inevitable.
On the next day, April 2d, they were evacuated.
Grant was now on a shorter line projected toward Danville than Lee, and the latter commenced at once that memorable retreat towards Lynchburg, which ended at Appomattox.
The battle of Appomattox—the last charge.
Over that march of desperate valor disputing fate, as over the face of a hero in the throes of dissolution, I throw the blood-reeking batte-flag, rent with wounds, as a veil.
And I hail the heroic army and its heroic chief, as on the 9th of April morn,