aber, and slouched hat, upon whose looped — up side gay feathers danced.
Or can we imagine him with the devil-may-care look and jaunty bearing generally ascribed as attributes of the rough rider ? We can not fancy him charging the French columns with the fury of a Ponsonby at Waterloo; or riding boot to boot with dashing Cardigan and his death or glory squadrons into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell at Balaklava; or side by side with fearless Murat and his twelve thousand cavalry at Jena; or as fast and furious as Stuart, or Sheridan, Forrest, or Custer.
And yet it is safe to say, had the opportunity offered, this new cavalry officer would have been found equal to the emergency.
The cavalry genius of Cromwell is readily admitted, in spite of the fact that he was forty-four years of age when he first drew his sword, and Lee was now forty-six. General Foy, in his history of the Peninsular War, writes: Apres les qualities necessaire[s]? au commandant en chef, le talent de guer