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Custis Lee (search for this): chapter 1.2
reat conflict I was standing on the roadside, not far from the city of Petersburg, a prisoner of war, and very near General Custis Lee, both of us having been captured in the battle of Sailor's Creek. We were watching the march of the never-ending cal officer, whose name and appearance I distinctly recall, left the column and riding up to us, dismounted and greeted General Lee with effusion. They had been classmates, I think, at West Point. When the first salutations and inquiries had been exchanged the Federal officer, calling Lee's attention to the command just then passing, said with evident pride: General, these are my men. Superb soldiers, you see. There's a great difference between your experience and ours in this respect. The courage of their endeavor, the multitude of Thy compassions, and the bounty of Thy grace. Second. The Characters of Lee and Jackson have contributed more, perhaps, than any and all other influences to a just appreciation of the Southern ca
Lucas James (search for this): chapter 1.2
hurled that battalion against an embattled world. Comrades, we are about to unveil a monument to The Confederate Dead, but one interesting feature of this occasion is its tender association with a Confederate, thank God, yet living. When little Sallie Baker shall draw aside yonder veil and reveal the noble figure behind it her act will also serve to recall the pathetic figure of the hero father to whose superb gallantry she owes her distinguished part in the ceremonies of this hour-comrade James B. Baker, a soldier who never faltered till he fell, and who has borne his wounds as bravely as he had worn his sword. And now, we leave this holy acre, we close this holy hour. We turn again to what we call Life; we leave these gallant brothers whom we call Dead. Yes, leave them here in silence, and with God. God will distill the gentlest dews of heaven upon these flowers He will direct the mildest stars of heaven upon these graves. God and his angels will guard their repose un
Robert Edward Lee (search for this): chapter 1.2
s and littleness, of humanity, than to any other representative man in history. Indeed, if commissioned to select a man to represent the race, in a congress of universal being, whither would you turn to find a loftier representative than Robert Edward Lee? Jackson. What now of our marvellous Round-head? This certainly, that the world believes in his intense religion and his supreme genius for war, and receives every fresh revelation of him, with something of the profound and eager i blindly following the lead of one of greater and better than any other we had ever known—and we all felt that, with us was Right, before us was Duty, behind us was Home. The world has said great things of us, and some of them must be true, for Lee himself has said them too. We are not troubled about our reputation. Some of us are where we can never lose it; others have not always lived worthy of it, but when heart and hope sink, because self respect is given away, we look back to what we w
Allen Barksdale (search for this): chapter 1.2
eye-balls. A ghastly scene was spread just across the road hard by. The Seventeenth and Twenty-first Mississippi, of Barksdale's brigade, had been ordered into the woods about dusk the evening before, and told not to fire into the first line theycksburg. Burnside's great siege guns were belching forth death and ruin upon the old town, from the Stafford heights. Barksdale's Mississippians had been hospitably received by the inhabitants, and their blood was up in their defense. The Twenty- her little ladyship. When the struggle was over and the enemy had withdrawn to his strongholds across the river and Barksdale was ordered to reoccupy the town, the Twenty-first Mississippi, having held the post of danger in the rear, was given tTwenty-first, here are your colors—and, without further order, off started the brigade toward the town, yelling as only Barksdale's men could yell. They were passing through a street fearfully shattered by the enemy's fire, and were shouting their
Robert Stiles (search for this): chapter 1.2
Monument to the Confederate dead at the University of Virginia. Address by Major Robert Stiles, at the Dedication, June 7, 1893. Surviving Comrades of the Confederate Armies, Citizen Soldiers of Virginia, Ladies and Gentlemen. On the outskirts of the historic capital city of Virginia, between it and the great battle-fields, out of the midst of 16,000 graves, rises a simple granite shaft with this inscription: The epitaph of the Soldier who falls with his Country is written in the hearts of those who love the Right and honor the Brave. To-day, in this silent camp, we unveil another sentinel stone, bearing this legend: Fate denied them Victory, but clothed them with glorious Immortality. Both these monuments memorialize defeat, but what witness do they bear? What do they declare? Against what do they protest? What is their deepest significance? The Oakwood monument reminds us that the brave may fall, the right may fail. This shaft, the silent orator
Francis H. Brown (search for this): chapter 1.2
than 2,000 men of our University, of whom it buried in soldiers's graves more than 400— while but 1,040 Harvard men served in the armies and navies of the United States during the four years of the war, and only 155 of these lost their lives in the service. Figures taken from catalogues of the two institutions for 1860-1861, Prof. Schele's Historical Catalogue of Students of the University of Virginia, a careful statement by Prof. (Col.) Chas. S. Venable, of the same institution, and Francis H. Brown's Roll of Students of Harvard University who served in the Army or Navy of the United States during the War of the Rebellion, prepared by order of the corporation. It carried with us, heart and soul, the members of a great political party which did not accept the States' Rights theory of the Constitution, nor believe in the extra Constitutional and reserved right of secession. It gave Old Jubal Early, and others like him, to the Army of Northern Virginia; and was even the make-weight
Ulysses S. Grant (search for this): chapter 1.2
purchasing the exemption from military service of men supposed to be worth more at home, but which finally offered accumulated bribes so alluring that even the stay-at-homes rushed to the front to secure them. Near the close of the great conflict I was standing on the roadside, not far from the city of Petersburg, a prisoner of war, and very near General Custis Lee, both of us having been captured in the battle of Sailor's Creek. We were watching the march of the never-ending columns of Grant's infantry. The very earth seemed shaking with their ceaseless tramp. Suddenly, a general officer, whose name and appearance I distinctly recall, left the column and riding up to us, dismounted and greeted General Lee with effusion. They had been classmates, I think, at West Point. When the first salutations and inquiries had been exchanged the Federal officer, calling Lee's attention to the command just then passing, said with evident pride: General, these are my men. Superb soldiers,
Surviving Comrades (search for this): chapter 1.2
Monument to the Confederate dead at the University of Virginia. Address by Major Robert Stiles, at the Dedication, June 7, 1893. Surviving Comrades of the Confederate Armies, Citizen Soldiers of Virginia, Ladies and Gentlemen. On the outskirts of the historic capital city of Virginia, between it and the great battle-fields, out of the midst of 16,000 graves, rises a simple granite shaft with this inscription: The epitaph of the Soldier who falls with his Country is written in the hearts of those who love the Right and honor the Brave. To-day, in this silent camp, we unveil another sentinel stone, bearing this legend: Fate denied them Victory, but clothed them with glorious Immortality. Both these monuments memorialize defeat, but what witness do they bear? What do they declare? Against what do they protest? What is their deepest significance? The Oakwood monument reminds us that the brave may fall, the right may fail. This shaft, the silent orator
Abbott (search for this): chapter 1.2
er the command of Lane Brandon, my quondum classmate at Yale. In skirmishing with the head of the Federal column—led, I think, by the Twentieth Massachusetts—Brandon captured a few prisoners, and learned that the advance company was commanded by Abbott, who had been his chum at Harvard Law School, when the war began. He lost his head completely. He refused to retire before Abbott. He fought him fiercely, and was actually driving him back. In this he was violating orders, and breaking our Abbott. He fought him fiercely, and was actually driving him back. In this he was violating orders, and breaking our plan of battle. He was put under arrest, and his subaltern brought the command out of town. Buck Denman, a Mississippi bear hunter and a superb specimen of manhood, was color-sergeant of the Twenty-first and a member of Brandon's company. He was tall and straight, broad-shouldered and deep-chested, had an eye like an eagle and a voice like a bull of Bashan, and was full of pluck and power as a panther. He was rough as a bear in manner, but withal, a noble, tender-hearted fellow, and a sple
1776 AD (search for this): chapter 1.2
untless courage of heart, the majestic elevation of soul, which could, upon such an occasion, in such presence, and amid such surroundings, so handle this great theme, surpassing even the balanced view of the historian a century hence, and attaining almost the absolute impartiality of the disembodied spirit clean escaped from the distorting atmosphere and relations of earth. Says Mr. Beecher: The facts recited shall be as colorless as the items of a bookkeeper's balance-sheet. In 1776, thirteen colonies, by their representatives in Congress or convention, called God to witness the rectitude of our (their) intentions, and declared themselves free and independent States. In 1787, these free and independent States proposed a more perfect Union in the name of the people. We, the people, they said in their preamble to the proposed Constitution. But: In the last article, of the same Constitution, we read of the States ratifying the same as establishing the Constitutio
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