self, the surrender of all for duty—was preached by their detachments from Bethel to Appomattox and from Manassas to Manassas—and then at the last, the highest, the bravest of all courage, the courage which shrinks not from defeat.
No silk-and-satin warriors.
They were no warriors of the silk-and-satin kind, who joined their.
throat of thunder to the grand tones of that epic of wrath.
Seasoned veterans, with the faces of boyhood, stood behind the ordnance, which had been drawn from Yorktown to the Chickahominy, and which rang from Gettysburg to Petersburg.
Never once were the cannoneers driven from the guns which had been captured for them from the enemy.
The strength of conflict was in their sinews, the strength of conviction in their hearts.
They moved in obedience to a principle which ruled the whole heart, and wielded the whole strength.
They were made by pressure and fire as a diamond is made.
As they faced storm after storm they added cubits to their stature.