ing some broken troops.
I was ordered by him to guide this battery into action.
I did so; but here let me pause to say a word descriptive: This battery, subsequently, but not then, a part of this military organization, had its origin and existence in the loyal heart and generous purse of one of my oldest and best esteemed friends, then and now one of your oldest, most valued and valuable citizens, from whom it took its name—John Purcell.
It was commanded by my almost life-long friend, Lindsay Walker, as gallant a soldier as ever carried a gun into action, and next in command, the boy soldier, Willie Pegram, whom I had known and loved from his babyhood, and who in the beginning of the war, seemed like Minerva, to have sprung armed from the god-king of war. I do not unsex him in the simile, for with all the manliness of any man, he had all the gentleness and tenderness of a woman.
As charged against King David of old by his brethren, I could not resist, in the haughtiness of my hear
President.
300 W. Franklin St., Richmond, Va., June 4th, 1887. Thomas Ellett, Esq., Pres't Pegram Battalion Association:
dear Sir—I thank you for the kind expressions which your letter of the 1st contains, and in accordance with the wish you express, I herewith send you a copy of the address delivered on the occasion of the unveiling of the Memorial Window at the Soldiers' Home.
Very truly yours, H. M. Jackson.
Address of Hon. John Fitzhugh lay, late Colonel of cavalry, Confederate States army.
To you, Major Randolph, Chairman of the Executive Committee, and to you, gentlemen, the authorities of Lee Camp, the Soldiers' Home, and of this beautiful Chapel, and as such, the custodians of its records, I address myself:
The Pegram Battalion Association have conferred upon me the proud distinction of delegating to you a valuable trust in the presentation of this register.
As the Vestal Virgins kept the sacred fires at the Temple of Vesta at Rome, so are you to keep and
