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A Maryland Confederate.
[from the Richmond, Va., Dispatch, January 17, 1903.]
Matchless for hard fighting and bravery.
Recollections of Major James Breathed.
So little is generally known of the early life and ancestry of
Major James Breathed, the fearless, dashing artillery officer who commanded the celebrated battery which has always been known as
Breathed's Battery, since the death of the immortal
Pelham, on March 17th, 1863, at
Kelly's Ford, Va., I thought the public would perhaps be gratified by a recital of his early life up to and after the Civil war.
Please pardon the length of this letter, as I find it impossible to do him justice in a shorter one.
Major James Breathed, of the Stuart Horse Artillery, Cavalry Corps, Army of Northern Virginia, C. S. A., was the son of John Breathed and
Ann MacGill Williams, of
Hagerstown, Md. His ancestors came from
England and the north of
Ireland, and to
Maryland in 1740.
John Breathed moved into
Virginia, at
Janesville, sold his large landed estates in
West Virginia and
Maryland that he inherited from a bachelor uncle, and purchased Durrganess, originally the old
Randolph estate.
Major James Breathed was born February 13th, 1838, in
Virginia, at Fruit Hall,
Morgan county, near
Berkeley Springs.
At an early age his father and mother moved over near
Hagerstown, Md. Young ‘Jim’ Breathed was sent to St. James College, near that place.
After being there some time he concluded to study medicine, which he did in the office of
Dr. Mac-
Gill for two years; then he went to
Baltimore and took a course of surgery under the celebrated
Dr. Nathan R. Smith.
He received his diploma and graduated as an M. D. at the age of twenty-one years. He went to
St. Joseph, Mo., shortly afterward, and began the practice of medicine, remaining there until
Virginia seceded, on April 17th, 1861.
All his relations were strong Southerners.
The late
Governor Jackson,
Marmaduke, ‘
Jeff’
Thompson, and
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Price were making war speeches, advocating secession.
Breathed was with them, being a relative, and in the fire of youth, he determined to go into the service of the
South and link his fortunes with them.
When ‘
Jeff’
Thompson, and
Generals Marmaduke and
Price were compelled to leave their homes and firesides by the orders of the United States Government, Breathed went with them, determining to stand by them and the views they advocated to the end. Breathed's parents begged him not to be too precipitate, and had him to return to
Maryland.
En route to
Maryland, and while he was on the cars, he satin the same seat with the then
Lieutenant J. E. B. Stuart, U. S. regular cavalry, who was returning to
Virginia, to offer his services to the
Governor of the
State of his birth.
Breathed, two days after reaching home, crossed the
Potomac river at
Williamsport, Md., went to
Martinsburg, Va., and joined a company of cavalry that was being organized at that place under the command of
Captain John Blair Hoge, afterward Company B, First Virginia Cavalry, Army of the Shenandoah, under
General Joseph E. Johnston.
While in this command he again came in contact with
Colonel J. E. B. Stuart, who at that time was
Colonel of the First Virginia Cavalry.
When they met
Stuart recognized Breathed as his travelling companion of a few weeks previous, when they were both
en route for the
South with the same purpose in view—to join the
Southern Army of Virginia.
Stuart was struck with
Breathed's manly and bold bearing, and when
Pelham organized the celebrated battery of
Stuart Horse Artillery at
Centreville, Va., in the fall of 1861, he was transferred from Company B, First Virginia Cavalry, as a private, to that battery.
Later, at the election of officers and at
General Stuart's suggestion, Breathed was elected first lieutenant of the battery, and started on his unparalleled record as the hardest artillery fighter the war produced.
(So said
General R. E. Lee, his commander.) The organization to which he attached himself was not only known throughout the breadth of this fair land, but also in Continental
Europe.
The names of the incomparable
Pelham and the intrepid, reckless, dashing Breathed will be handed down to generations yet to come, hand in hand, as true types of Southern valor and manhood.
Breathed, at the time of which I am writing, was only 22 years of age, being
Major Pelham's senior by one year.
After the war he returned to
Hancock, Md., where his sister,
Mrs. Robert Bridges, resided, and again began the practice of
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medicine.
Being near
Mason's and
Dixon's line, his profession naturally took him over in
Pennsylvania.
Some of the stay at homes living in
Pennsylvania at that time notified him that if he came over into
Pennsylvania they would kill him. They did not know the temperament of the man, or they certainly would not have indulged in such idle talk.
Those threats made against him virtually forced him into forbidden territory, and go he did, spurning with contempt the low bred hirelings that had tried to intimidate him, and for years—up to the time of his death—went in and out across the line, penetrating the
State of Pennsylvania for miles, fearful of no one except himself.
He found friends that stood by him when adversity overtook him.
Our dearly loved, idolized hero—loved by his old battery to a man—passed away at
Hancock, Md., February 14th, 1870, and was buried in the beautiful cemetery of
St. James Episcopal church.
His age was 32 years. On Memorial Day Federal soldiers who have felt the power of his sword and the thunder of his battery, strew flowers over his grave and silently shed a tear over the mound that contains the remains of as true a type of manhood as the world can produce.
As in life he was always found upon the uttermost edge of his country's fortune, so in death he sleeps on the extreme limit of the
State he loved so well—old
Maryland.
We laid him to rest in his cold, narrow bed,
And 'graved on the marble we placed o'er his head,
As the proudest tributes our hearts could pay,
“He never disgraced the dear jacket of gray.”