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THE NATIONAL TBIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, NOYEMBEB 19, 1881,
STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY.
The Boston Courier says: "The lt
Jere found on the person of a rebel sergeant f the
' Stoned-all Brigade,' captured near Winchester, Va.
Come, stack arms, men! pile on the rails,
Stir up the camp fire bright,
No matter if the canteen fails,
We'll make a roaring light.
Here Shenandoah brawls along.
The burly BlueTtfdgo echoes strong,
To swell the brigade's rousing song
Of " Stonewall Jaokson's way."
We see him now, the old slouched hat
Cocked over his eyes askew,
The shrewd dry smile, the speech so pat,
So calm, so blunt, so true.
The " Blue Light Elder" knows 'em well ;
Says he, "That's Banks, he's fond of shell.
Lord save his soul ! we'll give him " well.
That's " Stonewall Jaokson's way."
Silence! ground arms, kneel all, caps off,
Old Blue Light's going to pray :
Strangle the fool that dares to scoff
Attention ! it's Ills way.
Appealing from Ids native sod
In forma pauperis to God,
" Lay bare thine arm, stretch forth thy rod,
Amen ! " That's " Stonewall's way."
He's in the saddle now. Fall in !
Steady the whole brigade;
Hill's at the ford cut off we'll win
His way out, ball and blade.
What matter if our shoes are worn?
What matter if our feet are torn ?
"Quick step ! we're with him before mora,"
That's "Stonewall Jackson's way."
The sun's bright lancea rout the mista
Of morning, and, by George,
Here's LongsU-eet, struggling in the lists,
Hemmed in an ugly gorge.
. Pope and his Yankees whipped before,
" Bay'nets and grape I " hear Stonewall roar ;
" Charge, Stuart, pay off Ashby's score,"
Is "Stonewall Jackson's way."
All ! maiden, wait, and watch, and yearn,
For news of Stonewall's band ;
Ah 1 widow, read with eyes that burn,
That ring upon thy hand.
Ah ! wife, sew on, pray on, hope on,
Thy life shall not be all forlorn,
The foe had better ne'er been born
That gets in "Stonewall's way."
CROCKER'S IOWA BRIGADE.
FROM ADDRESS BY GEN. W. W. BELKNAP.
Men of the Third brigade, Fourth division,
Seventeenth Corps, yours was a memorable or
ganization, formed by and under the command
of the gallant and lamented Crocker on April 27,
1S62, by the union of the Eleventh, Thirteenth,
Fifteenth, and Sixteenth Iowa in one com
mand, to so continue through camp and march
and battle until the end. It was not alone the
only brigade organization in the Army of the
Tennessee, but the only one in the Army of the
Union, which held its original regiments to
gether from first to last. It was renowned for
its prompt movements, for its thorough disci
pline, for its soldierly demeanor, for its gallant
action. On march, its sure and steady step in
advance gave notice to those who followed that
on that day loiterers would be left. In camp,
where the quiet was some times irksome, and
the active nature of the young soldier's life was
disposed to make him restless, disciplined by
self-control, you made the spot where your white
tents were pitched attractive, and in the routine
of daily duty you showed the culture of soldierly
training. On drill and on parade, your bright
bayonets, glistening in the sun, marked your
evolutions as models of beautiful movement.
At the sound of the bugle, by night and by day,
you were ready with true devotion to the cause
for which you fought. Day after day your de
tachment marched to the skirmish line, when
you knew that in the oracle of military fate it
was written that, before that detail was relieved,
some one of your number would go down to
death; and when the dropping shots afar in the
timber, gradually growing thicker and nearer,
told of the enemy's advance, grasping your guns,
in line of battle awaiting the onset, you gave to
him a blazing stream of welcome as the sound of
jour own shot mingled with the opening crash,
which grew into the resounding roar of battle.
The flags of your regiments may at times have
drooped in disaster, but they only fell to rise
again with brighter stars. On fhe field of Cor
inth, on October 3, 1862, the regiments of this
brigade which were engagedf.did heroic work;
and the flag of the Fifteenth Iowa, which we
have here to-day, was carried on that bloody field
by Corporal Black, who fell in that action.
At Vicksburg j'ou were constantly on duty,
either on the skirmish line or in the hazardous
work at the front; but it was at the siege of
Atlanta that warfare of giants where your
greatest work was accomplished. The skirmishes
of July 4th and 5th, 1804, near Nickajack, the
battles of July 20th, 21st, and 22d, near Atlanta,
in which you were all engaged, and that of July
23th near Ezra Church, in which the Fifteenth
was engaged, all were noteworthy from the fact
that deeds worthy of record and of historical
mention occurred in great numbers. You will
remember that in the battles of July 21st and
22d before your resistless tire whole ranks of
the enemy went down. 'Flanked on three- sides,
you drew yourselves from his close embrace, and,
not knowing that .you were caught, in turn cap
tured your captors. Attacked from the rear, you
saved your fire from the reverse side until they
came in line, and then you mowed them down
as the scythe does the grass.
I have with me to-day the original letters, com
ments, and reports of several of the officers of
the confederate army and the original lists of
killed and wounded on that eventful 22dof July.
They have never before been given to the world,
and as they are most interesting, I shall, with
your permission, read them for your information,
for from them you will learn how severely your
fighting cut to pieces the rebel line. The Iowa
brigade was attacked first by Govan's brigade of
Cleburne's division of Hardee's corps. It con
tained the following regiments: First, Fifteenth,
Second, Twenty-fourth," Fifth, Thirteenth, Sixth,
Seventh, Eighth, and Nineteenth Arkansas and
Fifth confederate. This brigade captured the
Sixteenth Iowa after the most gallant fightim:
on the part of that regiment, as the confederate
general says in his report. Afterward our brigade
was assaulted by Lowrey's brigade-in which the
Forty-fifth Alabama was severely punished and
its colonel captured by the colonel (Belknap) of
the Fifteenth Iowa and afterward by Smith's
brigade. I shall read first an extract from Gen.
Smith's report referring to the action of the
morning of the 21st:
"About seven o'clock he opened a battery on
my left, about eight hundred yards distant, which
swept my line from left to right, committing
dreadful havoc in he ranks. I never before
witnessed such accurate and destructive cannon
ading. In a few minutes forty men were killed
and over a hundred wounded by this battery
alone. In the Eighteenth Texas cavaliy, dis
mounted regiment, seventeen of the eighteen men
composing one company were placed hora du
combat by one shot alone."
The battery he refers to was the one commanded
y Captain Frank DeGress, of the Fifteenth Corps,
a young officer of barely 21 years of age.
You will remember that on the 22d we were
attacked on our lett at about 12 o'clock noon.
The following are the orders, the originals of
whicfc are in my possession, issued by General
Hardee, in accordance with orders from General
Hood the night before:
"Headquarters Hardee's Corps,
21st of July, 1864, 7:30 P. M.
General : At dark you will withdraw your
division within the city defences. You will not
take position on the line, but bivouac your troops
with your left to the right looking from Atlanta
oftherailroad. Your skirmishers will be left out
and will occupy your present line of defences.
It is proper to notify you that C eatham's Corps
will also withdraw into the city defences. The
General enjoins watchfulness upon your skir
mishers. By command of Lieutenant-General Hardee.
T. B. Roy,
To Major-General Cleburne."
The next ord r is as follows :
"IIP. M. By direction of Lieutenant-General
Hardee, vour division will move at 1 o'clock t
night on the road which will be indicated by the
guide. Your skirmishers will be left on the line
you occupied to-day. Respectfully,
T. B. Roy,
The following is a statement made by Captain
Irving A. Buck, the Adjutant-General of Cleburn's
division, who placed Govan's brigade in position
on that day:
"Although seventeen years have elapsed, the
incidents of the 22d of July, 1864. are distinct in
"Our left brigade (Govan's) being heavily en
gaged and needing assistance, I was directed by
General Cleburne to bring up our reserve brigade
(Lowrey's) to Govan's aid. While riding back
to execute this order I discovered that a gaj) of
about a brigade front existed between our division
and that upon our right ("Walker's), the two
having swung apart in passing through dense
woods, where to maintain the alignment was
impossible. Knowing that the order to Lowrey
wa9 givAn in ignorance of this dangerous condi-
frnut thn.:, a.4 bei;.ving that ten . motion '
w-.is t monnstoos v admit the h3 of time j
(leburrje, J continued on, finding1 General Low-
- Hnd, &ftei teuerin' my instructions, xod.
him ot tnia gap, iuil sugp. -c ,'': .. ho'iW h :
filled, stating the position of affairs and saying
that I had no orders to this effect, but that under
the circumstances he would be justified in exer
cising his discretion and powers as a general
officer to disregard the order and fill the space
and avert a great danger. He was prompt to
assume this responsibility, and after showing
him the threatened point, I galloped back to
General Cleburne, who approved the action.
"Very fortunate it was that Lowrey so decided,
as he encountered the Federal troops moving
upon this gap, and although he was very roughly
handled, meeting heavy losses, particularly in
officers, the movement was stopped, which would
have severed our corps and exposed our division
to a flank attack, which could but have proven
"This fierce attack upon Lowrey was made by
your brigade, and the fighting must to a large
extent have been by the Fifteenth Iowa, as
Colonel Lampley of the Forty-fifth Alabama
was captured by you personally and the colors
of the regiment which I have seen in your hands
since the war were taken by the Fifteenth Iowa.
"Lampley was too slightly wounded to have
caused his death, which occurred some days later,
and it is supposed that depression from chagrin
at his misfortune contributed largely to his sad
end. How little cause for shame or mortification
he had upon his own account or that of his com
mand, none other than yourself, who witnessed
their gallant conduct, better knows.
"This day was the most severe, fatal, and hard
fought which it was the fortune of the division
to be in during my services with it, and the record
of its losses well attests the gallantry with which
attack was made and met.
"Irving A. Buck,
"Late Asst. Adj.-Gen., Cleburne's Division."
The slaughter in the early part of the day on
our side was severe; later in the day it was small.
But throughout the day on the confederate side
it was simply fearful. Govan's brigade lost 86
killed, 322 wounded, and 91 missing. Smith's
brigade lost 19 killed, 107 wounded, and 185 cap
tured. Lowrey's brigade lost 83 killed, 379
wounded, and 135 missing. Of these, in the
Forty-fifth Alabama alone there were two officers
and 25 men killed, 13 officers and 59 wounded,
and one officer and 31 men missing.
I have had the pleasure within a short time of
being in correspondence with General Govan in
reference to this battle. His letters are so inter
esting that I do not see how I can omit reading
two of them. I call your attention particularly
to the close of the first letter, in which he speaks
of the gallantry of the Sixteenth Iowa.
MAurANNA, Lee Co., Ark., Nov. 13, 1878.
" Gen. W. W. Belknap, Keokuk, Iowa. Dear
Sir: Your letter of the 2d September last came
to hand after considerable delay, the prevailing
epidemic south causing great irregularities in the
mails; and about the time of its reception all
mails were suspended. I hope this will account
for my long silence and seeming discourtesy in
not replying more promptly to your letters. I
regret to say that I am unable to furnish you
with any of the facts or circumstances attending
the death of General McPherson. Indeed, I know
nothing of my personal knowledge; all I do know
was what I regarded at the time as mere rumor
and not to be relied on. I can only repeat to you
now as far as my memory serves, after the lapse
of many years, what I heard on the day of the
battle of the 22d of July. After the fury bf the
first onset was over, and the gallant Sixteenth
Iowa was captured, it was currently reported
that General McPherson was killed on my ex
treme right Upon inquiry into the report. I
learned that, half an hour after the commence
ment of the battle, some of the officers and men
of my extreme right, had passed over the dead
body of some Federal officer of high rank, and,
from some particular circumstance which I can
not now recall, was satisfied it was General Mc
Pherson. This was substantially stated by some
of the men of General Smith's Texas brigade
that fought immediately on my right. This is,
indeed, the sum and substance of what I heard
on that memorable day.
On the day (the 23d) following, I met, under
flag of trace, Colonel Clark, a staff officer of your
army, while the dead were being buried, and
mentioned the current reporl, of General Mc
Pherson's death, and he evaded an answer by
replying, that it was reported thatGeneral Hardee
ot the confederate army was killed, intimating
that no reliance could be placed in such reports.
Your map I think a very correotoueof the battle
ground of the 22d of July ; and General McPher
son must have met his death at the point indi
cated on your map.
I never heard it asserted, that General McPher
son was killed by a man in the Third or Fifth
confederate regiment. My impression as, that
he came suddenly under the fire of either my
brigade or the extreme left regiment of Smith's
brigade. I will add, in conclusion, that my old
brigade wil have a Reunion in Little Rock, the
7th of January next; and I will take special
pains to inquire of all who may be likely to know
anything on the subject; and should any facts or
circumstances attending General McPherson's
death come to my knowledge, it will afford me
the greatest pleasure to communicate the same
to you, thereby being instrumental in clearing
up the circumstances attending the death of one
of the most gallant and distinguished officers
who fought under the ' Starsaud Stripes,' and
whose untimely death, (now that the mad pas
sions of the war are over), all true southern
I agree with you fully, and certainly, as far as
my command was concerned, the 22d of July was
one of the bloodiest of the war, for of fourteen
field officers, I think I lost twelve killed or
wounded, and it was for some time a matter of
doubt whether the gallant Sixteenth Iowa would
capture my command, or my brigade them.
Very respectfully and truly,
D. C. GoVan."
In my allusions to the regiments, much has
been omitted for want of time. They were all
gallant. They all did their duty well. And
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refer to pt 'mmand'T
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The chief of all was Crocker. With us his
name is reverenced: his deeds are cherished:
and no man of his brigade has aught but love
for his dear memory. In the camp of the heroic
dead on high he has his great reward.
Hall, of the Eleventh, too, is gone. Brave,
impetuous, proud of his men, and faithful to
their interests, no man was more willing for
action, and none more devoted to the cause.
Major Charles Foster, of the Eleventh, was an
officer whose conscientious convictions of duty
nerved him in his work, and he was marked by
all those attributes of character which belong
to the patriot soldier. Earnest, energetic, and
as brave as the bravest, he was shot on the 22d,
and died a few days afterward. He was the idol
of his family, and in all his deeds as true as
Walker, of the Thirteenth, fell at Atlanta, shot
in the head. " Colonel," he said to me as the com
mand was falling back on the 22d, "this must
not be a retreat." Soon afterwards he fell. It
was not a retreat, and gallantly did the men of
the Thirteenth avenge his death.
Reid, of the Fifteenth, is no longer with us.
With the rugged courage of a Croniwellian sol
dier he fought for the right all the time. The
advance post on the skirmish line and the front
line of battle had no terrors for him. Without
early military training he went into the war to
fight and whip the enemy. His men had his
most vigilant care. His moral courage was as
thorough as was his physical bravery. "Re
meMiber," he said, "that every colored soldier
who stops a rebel bullet saves a white soldiers
life." When he died the Soul of a true patriot
crossed the line.
The Sixteenth Iowa do not see here their gal
lant Herbert, He died since the war. But we
recall his manly demeanor, his bright eye, and
his constant readiness for work, for he was a
soldier of the truest type.
While we cannot speak of all, rither of the
dead or of the living, there i3 another whom I
must mention. Colonel Abercrombie, of the Elev
enth, regrets more than words can express his in
ability to be with us. The light of day will never
come again to his eyes. They have flashed in the
light of peace or battle for the last time. A hero
of two wars he still lives, burdened with the sor
row of his great affliction. But he has sincere
regard and tender affection, as we send to him
to-day the best benedictions of the brigade.
As I bid you adieu for this Reunion, the words
are on my lips, which have always since 1S2 been
in my heart, "God bless the men of the Iowa bri
gade of the Seventeenth farps." For they were
true to ther State, to theii country, to themselves,
and true to their Corps commanders, McPher
son, Blair, and Ransom, who, though dead, look j
down on us to-day with blessing, affection, and
And as the years pass and our days decline,
the cherished memory of our later years will be,
that in the days of the Nation's trial we tried to J
do our duty in the brigade organized and first
commanded by that manly man and dauntless
soldier, Marcellns M. Crocker.
Note. " Crocker's Iowa Brigade," an association
formed by the veterans of that organization, had
its first Reunion at Washington, Iowa, Septem
ber 23th and 29th, 1831. Great interest was
manifested, and the Reunion of 1882, the time
and place of which will be announced hereafter,
will be largely attended. This brigade was first
commanded by General M. M. Crocker, of Iowa,
who, in its organization had the valuable aid and
good judgment of his adjutant, General William
T. Clarke, now the Chief Clerk of the Internal
Revenue Bureau in Washington. Col. Clarke
selected the Eleventh, Thirteenth, Fifteenth, and
Sixteenth Iowa as the regiments of this brigade,
and the organization remained solid from the be
ginning to the end of the war. General W. W.
Belknap was elected President of the organiza
tion, and Hon. Buren R, Sherman, Governor-elect,
orator for the next meeting.
COL. REYNOLDS'S "IMPORTED LEG."
The Wisconsin, the other day, contained the
following erroneous version of the story of Colonel
Thomas Reynolds's "imported leg": "Colonel
Tom Reynolds, of Madison, the gallant soldier, is
in town. It was expected some months ago he
would be appointed consul to an important Irish
city, but that event has not yet been announced.
Not long ago the colonel, who lost a leg in the
army, was at a dance and received a sharp thump
from the foot of a dancer. 'I beg your pardon,'
pleaded the offender. ' Well,' said the colonel, as
though it were a grave matter, ' I think I will
pardon you this time ; but I am very choice of my
leg it is imported.' He wears a cork limb."
This is an absurd and nonsensical version of a
good story as originally told. Colonel Reynolds
has no "cork leg," but has his own natural leg, of
flesh, blood and bones, somewhat damaged by an
ugly gun-shot wound. The story about that leg
is told by General Sherman, in .his " Memoirs of
"It was in carrying this hill (Leggitt's Hill at
the battle in front of Atlaiva) that General Gre
sham, a great favorite, was' badly wounded, and
there also Colonel Tom Reynolds, now of Madi
son, Wisconsin, was shot through the leg. When
the surgeons were debating the propriety of am
putating it in his hearing, he begged them to
spare the leg, as it was very valuable, being 'an
imported leg.' He was of Irish birth and this
well-timed piece of wit saved his leg, for the sur
geons thought, if he could perpetrate a joke at
such a time, they would trust to his vitality to
save his limb."
FRANK HATTON'S ENLISTMENT.
At the outbreak of the war, Frank Hatton, re
cently appointed First Assistant Postmaster-General,
was going to school at Cadiz, O., and learning
the printer's trade in his father's office there as he
could. He was 15 years old, but was seized with',
a desire to be a drummer in the army. So he ran
off with the Fifteenth Ohio, and when the cap
tain of Frank's company telegraphed to his father
that Frank was there, and asked what he should
do with him. the old man instantly telpgraphed
bak ti".-'acojsit 'ply: -iw vr ' ; ," and it
was drT.t- ,:vti jVj' k .;n-d -. ; mtil the
Vi,fv'" - ' - -'" ' . -' le grand
" :' v.".- .. x . ; : . ears old,
v -.-.: p , ' . . risen to
tne rank or nrst lieutenant.
Mr. Hatton is now publisher of the Burlington,
Iowa, Haiokeyc, of which Bob Burdette, the hu
morist, is one of the editors.
GOING TO THE REAR.
In one of the fights in the Shenandoah Valley
between Sheridan and Lee, a confederate officer
discovered two of his men supporting a third to
the rear. Something in their conduct aroused
his suspicions, and riding up to them he called
" Where are you men going ? "
"Taking this man to the rear," was the reply.
"What's the matter with him ?"
"Where?" thundered the officer as he drew his
"I dunno," answered the man, as he ducked
his head for a bullet from the Federal lines.
"Just as soon as we kin git back yere behind the
hill we're bound to find out whether a shell has
busted him all to pieces or he's only scart"
Elbow-grease is the only stuff to make gold
He who would have the crow's egg must climb
Diligence is the mother of good luck.
Idleness is the devil's bolster.
Every minnow wans to be. a whale, but it
is prudent to be a little fish while you have but
little water ; when your pond becomes the sea,
then swell as much as you like.
A fool may make money, but it needs a wise
man to spend it.
Thieves like honest men, for they are the best
Many men roost with the poultry and go
shares with the fox.
He who rides in the carriage may yet have to
The route has come, avc march away,
Our colors dunce before us,
But sorrow's cloud made durk the day
That from our sweethearts tore us ;
My owu dear las she sobbed " adieu,"
Her loving arms entwined me,
And oft bhe prayed me to be true
To the irl I. left, belund me.
Ye, I'll bo true; when Hteel to steel
The ranks of war are rolling:,
And round us every cannon peal
A funeral knell is tolling;
Then if from out the battle's flame
A fatal ball should find me,
My dying lips shall bless the name
Of the girl I left behind me.
But if in triumph I return
To tell a soldier's story,
Though proudly on my breast should burn
The golden cross of glory,
No other maid with magic art
Shall break the links that bind me
Forever to the faithful heart
Of the girl I left behind me."
.1. P. Graves' Irish Songs and Ballads.
THE LAST MOMENTS OF NERO.
When Nero learned that he had a master in
Galba, he upset the table at which he was seated
feasting, dashed to pieces his two most favorite
crystal glasses, called for a box of poison, which
he was afraid to use, and then rushed into the
Servilian garden to think upon what he should
do next There, or within his sleeping-room, he
passed a most miserable night; and when, at
daybreak, he found that his guards had not only
deserted him, but had carried off the little gold
box containing the poison, and even the very
covering of his bed, he ran headlong down to
the Tiber, where he stopped short on the bank,
and slowly walked back again. It was then, bare
footed and half-dressed as he was, that he was
encountered by the faithful Phaon, who flung a
cloak over his shoulders, tied an old handker
chief about his head, hoisted the wretch upon a
horse, and rode away towards a country house
four miles off. In danger of discovery, the fugi
tive party abandoned their horses, scrambled
through thickets, brakes, by-paths and brambles,
and at length reached the neighborhood of the
desired asylum. The tender feet of the Emperor
were mangled and bloody, despite the care which
had been shown by hie friend to spread his cloak
on the ground for the ex-Emperor to tread upon.
Phaon asked him to conceal himself for a while
in a gravel pit; but Nero declared that it looked
too much like a grave, and he was determined
not to be buried alive. He sat down under a wall,
picked the burrs and brambles from his dress,
drank from the hollow of his hand a few drops
of water, and sighed over the thought of the
draughts he used to imbibe of boiled water made
cold again in snow. He was at length got into
the house, where he turned away in disgust ftom
the piece of brown bread which was offered him
his last banquet; drank again a little lukewarm
water,flunghimself on an old flock-bed,and cursed
his destiny. They who surrounded him urged
him to behave like a Roman, to make an end
quickly; and thereupon he had a, grave made
before him to his exact measure. He ordered
sundry preparations to be made for his funeral,
commanded water for the washing of his body,
wood for the pile, expressed a hope that they
who survived him would allow his head to re
main on his body, and he then burst into an
agony of tears at the thought, as he said, of what
a clever fellow the world was about to lose.
"Qualis artifexperco!" was his exclamation. It
wa3 not his only one. He cited lines from
various Greek and Latin authors as applicable
to his situation ; and when reproached for dally
ing sot long before he put himself to death, very
appositely inquired if any one present was will
ing to show him the way by setting him the
example. He then made a few more pedantic
quotations, and finally, with trembling hands,
put the dagger to his throat He would have
held it there long enough had it not been for
Epaphroditis, who grasped his hands and forced
it into his throat. The terror of the ex-monarch
was fixed on his features after death. But even
he had friends ; five thousand crowns were ex
pended on his funeral-pile, on which his body
was laid in a splendid silk covering ; a couple of
his old nurses collected his ashes, and an impe
rial congress accompanied them in the pious task
of solemnly depositing the body in the tomb of
the Uomiti. Por years after loving hands hung
garlands on his tomb! and surely Nero could not
have won this tribute of sympathy, spontaneously
made, had he not some touch of virtue in him,
which saved him from ranking beneath humanity.
HEADQUARTERS IN THE SADDLE.
General David Strother (Porte Crayon) paid a
visit of a few days to the city last week. He was
warmly welcomed at the Ebbitt by his old com
rades, and many a funny story did the genial
Virginian evoke from the past One he tells on
himself is almost too good to spoil by repetition :
On the eve of one of our great battles, General
Pope, who had recently been appointed Commander-in-chief
of the Union forces, was consult
ing with Captain Strother about lines of march,
vantage points, skirmish lines, &c, listening at
tentively to the explanations the young engineer
was making of his draughts, nutil he said:
"And here, General, I think the lines of retreat
had better commence, going "
"Sir!" thundered the General.
"The lines of retreat."
" No ! " shouted Pope, in a frenzy of patriotism
and rhetoric. " There shall be no such lines. The
Army of the Potomac does not retreat!"
The battle proved a second Manassas, and when
the rout began the aids-de-camp swarmed about
the General for instructions as to the line of
march to be observed. He sent for Captain
"Dave," and swore at him like a trooper for ten
minutes ; then, when he was breathless, Captain
Strother said :
" General, you told me there were to be no lines
of retreat, and I made none." Pope and I did'nt
get on so well after that, he added, and his eyes
twinkled frostily at the memory.
"Porte Crayon's" specialty lays in the delin
eation of the Virginia mountaineer as curious
and unique a specimen of the genus homo as if he
had been set apart from the rest of the world
with intention. His wife and children, his mule
and his ax, his gun and his pig, his bears and his
'coons, are all brought before us with the fidelity
of photography by General Strother's facile
pencil, and his pen tells us good a story as his
pictures. His version of " Night and Morning,"'
as contrasted with Thorwaldsen's, is an excellent;
bit of American humor. It has the "touch of!
nature" in-it, and is the concluding sketch in an,
article he wrote several years ago on "Sweet
He is now our Consul-General at Mexico, where
he is gathering material for a book.
"When a stranger treats me with want of re
spect," said a poor philosopher. " I comfort my
self with the reflection that it is no: myself 1 hat
he slights, but my old and shabby hat and cloak,
which, to say the truth, have no particular claim
to adoration. So, if my hat and coat do choose to
fret about it, let them; but it is nothing to me."
An old man-of-war sailor, who had lost a leg
in the service of his country, became a retailer
of peanuts. He said he was obliged to be a re
tailer, because, having lost a leg, he could not ho
a whole sailor.