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Confederate Veteran May 1893.

STRANGE INCIDENTS OF THE WAR.

Oh, brandy, brandy, bane of life ! 
Spring of tumult, source of strife, 
Could I but half thy curses tell, 
The wise would wish thee safe at bell.

(Not a Temperance Story)

During the early months of 1863 our command wag in camps on Big Black river, about twenty miles below Vicksburg. Lieut. Persons and myself were ordered to go to Fort Pemberton, at the mouth of Yellowbousha River, to attend to some important business. On our return night overlook us at a little village in the central portion of Mississippi, called Aconna. There was no hotel or public place of entertainment in the village, so we rode up to a family residence and asked fora nights lodging. Learning that we were soldiers, the kind lady bade us welcome, had our horses cared for, and invited us into a room in which burned a pleasant fire. Supper was soon announced, and during the meal the lady, without seeming to be inquisitive, learned from us that we were from Texas, that we were members of the cavalry battalion of Waul's Texas Legion, that we had been to Fort Pemberton on business, and were now on our return to our command. After supper we again seated ourselves before the cheerful fire, and were soon joined by the lady of the house and her three children, two beautiful flaxen haired girls, one about eight and the other about ten years of age. The third was a bright, rosy cheeked boy, perhaps four or five years old. I soon had the young gentleman on my knee, and with a little prompting from his mother, learned from him that his father's name was Capt. Johnson, that he was in Gen. Johnston's army, but had not been heard from for months.

The next morning we bid adieu to Mrs. Johnson and her children, but could not prevail on her to receive any pay for our nights lodging. We returned and rejoined our command, but when we arrived at our camps I had a raging fever, and soon discovered that I had the mumps in addition to typhoid fever. My command was ordered to take up the line of march for Tennessee, and with one of my friends to nurse and take care of me I was left behind. After forty days of suffering I felt able to ride, and after providing myself with the necessary papers, we started to find the command. Arriving at Vicksburg, we put up at the Washington Hotel for the night. I felt the need of a stimulant, and above all things I wished for a drink of peach brandy. I sent my comrade out in town and directed him to pay any price for peach brandy, but he failed to find any, and we left the city without it. After a few days travel we arrived at Aconna, the residence of Mrs. Johnson. I was yet wishing for peach brandy, and imagined that one drink of it would do me more good than all of the medicine I could take. As we neared the little village I told my comrade that I must call and pay my respects to the lady who had been so kind to me. She welcomed me as she would an old time friend, insisted that I was unfit for duty as a soldier, and said if I would remain a week she would take care of me and try to fit me for active soldier life. But I was determined to go on and try to find my command, although I was yet quite feeble. When I arose to bid Mrs. Johnson adieu she remarked, " Wait a minute," and went into an adjoining room. In a few minutes she reappeared with a bottle in her hand, and said: "Here is a bottle of good peach brandy of our own make, use it cautiously and it will do you good." I would willingly have paid fifty dollars for it, but she seemed to read my thoughts as I went to draw my purse. "No," she said, "use it as medicine, and I hope you may soon recover and make, as I believe you will, a good soldier." I used the brandy as directed. I recovered. I found my command and was soon engaged in active service, but nothing could remove from my mind the image of Mrs. Johnson and her children.

The war continued, and in September I was made a prisoner, spent a few days in the Irvin Block at Memphis, Tenn., then was sent up the river to Alton, Ill. Here I had small pox, and in March following, with others, was sent to that earthly hell, Fort Delaware. After months of untold suffering the hospital steward (Conkling) ordered me to take charge of Ward No. 9 as ward master. It was an agreeable change. I could now keep clean and free from "grey backs." I at once began to form the acquaintance of my patients. On one of the ward bunks a fine looking middle aged soldier was reclining, and at the head of his bunk the letters, " Johnson, Mississippi Infantry." I immediately enquired for particulars, and from him. learned that he was then Colonel of the Mississippi Regiment, that his home was Aconna, Miss., where he had, when last heard from, a wife and three children , that he was shot and captured in Tennessee and could not sleep or rest without an opiate or stimulant of some kind, that he thought if he could have a drink of brandy at night he would be able to sleep and rest. And here before me was the husband of the lady who had once been so kind to me, more than a thousand miles from home and family, a prisoner, and suffering for the same stimulant that his wife had once so kindly given me. I was permitted to keep brandy in the ward room, but not to give it out without a doctor's prescription, under severe penalty. But if Col. Johnson did not rest and sleep well thereafter it was not for want of a drink of brandy.

MORTALLY WOUNDED.

Among all the thrilling incidents, hair breadth escapes and deeds of valor that have been published, I have never seen where any old vet. has acknowledged how bad he was scared "durin" the war, so I come to the front and tell my truthful story. 

How ignorant we were in the beginning about war! I fully believed I could whip five yanks before breakfast, and was afraid the war would be over before I could try my hand. Whole regiments were armed with long shop
made knives and old "pepperbox" pistols, expecting a hand to hand fight. But to my story. I had served in the Virginia army, had been discharged from injuries received, and had re-enlisted just in time to go through the Georgia campaign under Johnston and Hood. So you can imagine whether I had a chance to kill a yank or not. One of those foggy, gloomy mornings in June, 1864, not far from New Hope Church, I was on videt. All old vets know how perilous the moment the fog would rise, or daylight come. It was similar to turkey hunting, waiting to see how to shoot. All still. No cheering commands or martial music or rebel yells. A shot up or down the line would ring out and some poor fellow would cross the river. I was hiding behind my pile of rocks in an old field with gun in position. To my right I saw a bright Enfield poked around another pile of rocks but a short distance away. Of course I changed position, but only to be in range of another yankee on my left behind his pile of rocks. Imagine the situation. Retreat, I considered, was the better part of valor. On my hands and knees I began to crawl. No shot was fired until I reached an open space some two hundred yards wide, and in the woods was a line of works held by our skirmishers. On I went with all possible speed. How I wished for wings to fly! Zip! zip! the bullets would pass a thudding sound. I was certainly struck. I glanced down and saw that my pants were red to my boot tops. I could feel the blood in my boots, but no time to make examination. A solid blue line was yelling behind me. Completely faint and exhausted, I rolled over the works only to find my canteen shot through and my sorghum all wasted on my pants and in my boots.

Thanks to the God of battle, I have been permitted to live and raise a large family, and will expect to meet many of the old country veterans at Birmingham in July.


Confederate Veteran May 1893.

CONFEDERATE DEAD AT OAKWOODS, CHICAGO

In June, 1891, Gen. John C. Underwood was authorized by the ex Confederate Association of Chicago to raise funds with which to erect a monument at Oakwoods Cemetery, in that city. Starting with a. nucleus of $1,500 raised by that association, through a lecture previously given there by Gen. J. B. Gordon, of Georgia, he, assisted by prominent members of the association, has succeeded in raising the necessary funds, and has contracted for the erection of a handsome monument over the Southern dead in Oakwoods Cemetery.

A generous response from citizens of Chicago resulted, and they subscribed $10,000 for the purpose. There are six thousand Confederate dead buried in Oakwoods.

The monument is to be built by the Southern Granite Company of "Pearl" granite from its quarries at Constitution Hill, Ga., noted for clearness of grain, beauty of texture, and susceptibility of receiving a brilliant and lasting polish. The memorial will present a dignified and imposing appearance.

The lower base or platform is fifteen feet six inches square, upon which are laid three other bases, and, on the front of one of them, cut in raised and polished letters of bold outlines, are the words " Confederate Dead." The upper base is adorned with a series of rich mouldings, and on the front of this stone is placed an enlarged model of the well known Confederate seal, worked in bronze, representing in relief a mounted soldier (Gen. Washington) inclosed within a wreath, wrought by entwining the foliage of products peculiar to the South.
The "die" of the monument is made of one massive stone, the dimensions being six feet one ince square by two feet ten inches high, and has reentering angles which are filled with groups of cluster columns terminating in richly carved Romanesque caps.

On the front side, north face, the following inscription will be worked in incised letters upon a polished panel: " Erected to the memory of the six thousand Confederate soldiers here buried, who died in Camp Douglas prison, 1862 65."

On the other three sides will be placed artistic bronze panels : That on the east will represent the "Call to Arms" at the beginning of the Confederacy. It is a very striking scene, and that relates the story at a glance. Figures representing men in various conditions of life, the laborer, artisan, and professional man are depicted as they are hastening from their avocations to enroll for the war. The panel on the west will represent the " Lost Cause," In the foreground of the medallion is an unarmed Confederate soldier in rude and picturesque garb, leaning on a hickory staff cut on his return from the "front." His attitude reveals deep dejection. He is gazing upon a dismantled log cabin. The broken door lies extended across the deserted threshold, part of the roof has been carried away by a round shot, and the house in which he was cradled is a ruin. Near by lies a discarded cannon and war debris, and the sun slowly descending in the west, by its departing rays, furnishes an appropriate setting to the picture and lends completion to the idea sought to be expressed by the deft hand of the sculptor. The bronze on the remaining side of the "die" is entitled the "Eternal Sleep," and is an allegorical representation of the Southern soldier who, dying in captivity, is buried 'neath foreign sod. " Side by side they sleep the sleep that knows no waking" away from home and kindred. To die a prisoner in a hostile land, far from all endearing associations, lends a special halo to his heroism.
An elaborate piece of masonry, ornamented with a carved wreath on each of its four gables, forms the crown to the "die" and completes the pedestal, and, from which as a base, springs the shaft two feet six inches square at he bottom and twelve feet in height, surmounted with a finely designed battlemented cap which supports a bronze statue of a typical Confederate foot soldier, eight feet high.

This statue is true to nature and perfect in detail, even to the placing of the trousers within the socks to guard against dust a common practice with Confederate infantry.

The figure represents the soldier after the surrender, without military arms and accoutrements, natural in its pose, and it readily conveys the story of the Confederate soldier.

In addition to the bronze panels, carvings, etc., cannon balls piled as military emblems in the angles of the second base, greatly add to the effect. The total height of the monument, including the statue, is thirty six feet six inches.

The monument was designed by Gen . Underwood, the Southern officer in command of the Northern Divisions of the United Confederate Veterans, with Mr. Louis R. Fearn as delineating architect.

Arrangements have been made by and through which members of the United Confederate Veterans can visit Chicago from Birmingham, Ala., after the

June 1893

THE picture of Mrs. Joel Addison Hayes, on cover page, will give pleasure to veterans. Strange as it may seem, many people had lost sight of her. This occurred through so much having been written about the very popular "Daughter of the Confederacy," while Mrs. Hayes, who married very young, has been largely occupied with family cares.

Mr. Hayes belongs to one of Nashville's oldest and wealthiest families, although he was born in Holly Springs, Miss., and was never much in Nashville. Two important streets, Addison and Hayes, are named for his family. He became a banker in Memphis at a very early age, and was successful from the beginning, but while on a trip in Mr. Davis' interest he took a severe cold which so affected his lungs that a change of climate became necessary, and he has for several years engaged in banking at Colorado Springs, Col., where he has been even more successful than at Memphis. In darker hours of adversity than the Southern people have knowledge, to Mr. Davis' family this son in law, ever ardently devoted, has been the strong arm of support. The first child of this union, named Jefferson Davis, died. There are four living, two daughters, named for their grandmothers, Varina Howell and Lucy White, the son, whose name has been changed by the Mississippi Legislature to Jefferson Hayes Davis, and little "Billie," the youngest grandchild, whose picture appears by the side of his mother, and who proudly claims to be "a Confegorate." The picture of Mrs. Hayes is an excellent likeness. While returning from Hollywood on burial day I happened near the carriage containing Mrs. Davis, Gov. McKinney, and Mr. and Mrs. Hayes, and although well acquainted with both for years, I made the mistake to greet the latter as "Miss Winnie." A lady devoted to Mrs. Hayes, and who knows her intimately, said this:

Richly gifted by nature in all fine qualities of mind and person, she reigns a social queen that high type of well bred women that has made our Southern land so famous. Not alone in the social world, however, does she please and charm by her fascinating womanly qualities, but in her home life, where the wife and mother adorns and beautifies her character. Unselfish, tender, and loving, she guards well the happiness intrusted to her keeping.

A VIRGINIA lady who was guest of the Governor, in sending a list of subscribers, but withholds her name from the public, wrote:
was awakened atthree o'clock at night by the band playing a solemn dirge. Leaning from the window, which overlooked the capitol grounds, I saw what appeared to be a dark line of Confederate soldiers. The body of our dear old President was being borne reverently between them and up the steps of the capitol. The whole scene was bathed in moonlight. The war was so vividly recalled to my mind that I laid my head on the window sill and wept. Such a scene of sadness and desolation came over me that for a time I was almost overwhelmed. The great gathering of our clan, and the honor showed our sacred dead, must ever be a satisfaction to us older Confederates.

IT is a coincidence that after I had put in type the reference to John Howard Payne on editorial page there should come from my ever faithful friend, Charley Herbst, of Macon, the following clipping from the Davis Memorial Services in Montgomery:

There was an incident connected with the Davis exercises here on the 20th ult. that the newspapers neglected to mention,

said a lady yesterday, " and it was one of the most pathetic things of the entire day. Just as the casket was lowered from the catafalque and was started up the steps of the capitol. the band played ' Home, Sweet Home,' and it moved the people to tears. There was not a dry eye anywhere around where I was standing. The old hero, though dead. was at home at the first capital of the Confederacy, and lived in the heart and memory of every Alabamian. He was at home in Alabama, and I have felt all along that here his body ought to have rested, but his family have decreed otherwise, and I trust that he may rest well."
Confederate Veteran June 1893.

ALL editions exhausted. There has not been a waste pound of the CONFEDERATE VETERAN since the publication started in January.

CORRESPONDENCE is delayed painfully. At a sitting more than a hundred communications have claimed attention, and gratitude has urged prompt attention that it has been impossible to give.

SEVERAL friends, anxious that the VETERAN be accurate in every statement, have kindly given notice of error in our list of Lieutenant Generals killed in battle. The omission is that of A. P. Hill, and Dr. J. Wm. Jones, in his constant zeal for our cause, and the VETERAN too, has supplied a thrilling sketch, which may be expected in the July issue.

THIS issue of the VETERAN goes to press without certain articles suggested by recent events. One of these is a patriotic appeal to our fellow citizens at the North, suggested by a recent visit to the national capital and to "Arlington," this side of the Potomac. A zealous effort will be made in the next issue of the VETERAN to have outsiders see us as we see each other, in the hope that great good will be accomplished,

THE widow of Gen. W. T. Hillyer writes from her home, East Orange, N. J., of an interesting article by Mrs. W. H. Cherry, of Nashville, copied from the CONFEDERATE VETERAN into the New York Observer. General Hillyer was on General Grant's staff at Savannah and Shiloh. The good woman kindly considers sending some war reminiscences to the VETERAN, Her husband was of General Grant's original staff, and remained with him until after the fall of Vicksburg.

THIS beautiful tribute was paid to the memory of Col. John McGavock, of Franklin, at his funeral, by Col. Thos. Claiborne, of the Frank Cheatham Bivouac "There is no need of tears over this gentleman and patriot whom we are now burying. A life of four score years spent right here among you is so well rounded out that nothing is wanting to his reputation. Not one of your citizens can say he ever robbed the widow or orphan or gave evil advice. Never will it be forgotten that he took the wounded of that carnage over there (pointing to the battle field) into that very room from which we have borne his corpse, and with infinite tenderness provided for them, and (pointing to the graves of the heroic dead) gave that resting place to the gallant dead, whose graves have been watched by him for nearly thirty years. Old Charon waves a pleasant good bye as he pushes his boat out into the misty night, and we with Christian faith behold him landing where white arms stretch to receive in among the great throng."

THE CORRECTION CHEERFULLY MADE.

In the April number of the CONFEDERATE VETERAN you published your account of the Franklin fight, and I write to correct one mistake, in reference to wagons abandoned and mules killed on the pike between Spring Hill and Franklin. It was done by one regiment of Ross' Texas Cavalry instead of the enemy, which fired into the retreating Federals on the night before the fight at Franklin. I know because I was in that little affair myself. On the night in question we were on the enemy's flank, and we discovered a light to our left, when General Ross halted his command and took me as one of his escort with him, We dismounted to reconnoitre, and we went in the direction of the light, which was on the pike, until we got within thirty yards of the retreating Yanks, when he sent me back to bring up one regiment, dismounted, which was either the 9th Texas or Whitfields Legions, I forget which. When they arrived they formed line not over thirty yards from the pike and fired. Then General Ross ordered us to burn the wagons. We stayed there until the Yanks made it too hot for us. For confirmation of this statement I refer you to General Ross.

Confederate Veteran June 1893.

SOMETHING OF HOLLYWOOD CEMETERY.

A brief history of the " Holly Wood Cemetery Company," Richmond, is fitting in this issue of the VETERAN. Its conception occurred by two gentlemen of that city while visiting " Mount Auburn," near Boston, in 1847. In June of that year they purchased forty two acres of land for $4,675. A few other acre purchases were soon after made at 81,000 per acre and less. The Legislature of '47 8 refused a charter, however, and the property was advertised for sale in April, 1848. Subsequently conveyances were made to a Board of Trustees, and there were interested right away fifty five persons as stockholders.

In February. 1856, the Legislature granted a charter, eight years after its organization. In 1868 there were 1,500 lot owners, and in October of that year nearly three acres were "turned over to the Confederacy," in which area there were buried 7,557 soldiers.

There can be no profit to stockholders, and while the area has been increased largely, it would seem to several hundred acres, all the proceeds from sales of lots must be used in improving the property. Mr. Davis' grave must be fully a half mile from the soldiers' monument, recently illustrated in the VETERAN. The name now is one word Hollywood.

The cemetery contains many interesting monuments, under which are buried Presidents and peculiar people. Here is a well executed inscription under a beautifully carved railroad engine :

JAMES E. VALENTINE,

KILLED IN A COLLISION.

In the crash and the fall he stood unmoved, and sacrificed

his life that he might fulfil his trust,

Until the brakes are turned on time

Life's throttle alve shut down ,

He wakes to pilot in the crew

That wears the martyr's crown.

On schedule time, on upper grade,

Along the heavenward section,

He lands his train at God's round house

The morn of resurrection.

His time all full, no wages docked,

His name on God's pay roll,

And transportation through to heaven,

A free pass for his soul.

J. K. B. SMITH, who served as engineer from Mississippi in charge of pontoon train gives an interesting story of a Tennessee family through the Sunny South. Mr. Higginbotham, of Nashville, Tenn., had been arrested as a "rebel sympathizer," and was imprisoned in the Tennessee penitentiary, where he died just before the battle of Murfreesboro, His family, consisting of three daughters and a young son 13 years old, were sent south. They took only what they could convey in a one horse carryall. At Shelbyville they tarried with the Confederates until another fall back, and then hurried on to Chattanooga, where they located. On a Sunday morning the first shell from a Yankee cannon that fell in the town exploded and shattered the thigh bone of one of the little girls. They left Chattanooga when the place was filled with soldiers, and went on south through the thick of the Mission Ridge fight. They stopped next in Ringgold, Ga., and left that town on the last train before the enemy got possession. Several shots were fired through the train on which they traveled.

While they resided in Atlanta the eldest daughter, a very handsome young woman, was married to Lieutenant Ozanne, of a Tennessee regiment. With the retreating army they got a train, through much peril of flying shells, and stopped at Forsyth, where they remained until the close of the war. Mr. Ozanne has been in the grocery and confectionery business at Nashville for several years, and though he has had business reverses, the " Ozanne " baker's bread has been a great success. The lad then thirteen is W. H. Higginbotham, a member of the city council of Nashville, and has for years been prominently connected with the mechanical department of the Nashville American. With willing hands, and gratuitously, Mr. Higginbotham made the forms to print the subscription supplement for the April VETERAN. The Nashville American was gracious in its kindness to print it for me.

The author of the reminiscence states in conclusion : " I never saw a more striking illustration of sturdy courage, resolute patriotism or beautiful faith than was furnished by that heart stricken warrior widow and her beautiful, loving, war orphaned daughters, who maintained themselves through all these dangers, struggles and sufferings by their own efforts. I never think of these Higginbothams but I want to give three rousing cheers in honor of Southern female heroism."

MRS. PARALEE HASKELL. Among the noted persons who have lately passed from the scenes of earth, the South lost a former citizen, one of the truest and best, in Mrs. William T. Haskell, who died a few weeks ago at the residence of her daughter, Mrs. Rightor, in Helena, Ark. Gen. Haskell is proudly remembered as one of the finest orators who ever charmed an audience, and who had the power of almost literally enchaining his listeners until the silver sentences ceased to flow from his lips. After his death his wife, for some years, had charge of the State Library at the capital of Tennessee, and made many friends by her amiability and kindness. She was ardently attached to her people of the South, and even in the feebleness of advanced age took an active part in keeping green the memory of the past. She had written a history of the Governors of Tennessee, and that of her husband. She was anxious for the success of the former that she might send out a memorial volume in honor of the latter.

REUNION AT DIXON SPRINGS, TENN.

One of the most interesting gatherings that ever occurred at Dixon Springs, a community of refined and notably wealthy people, was that of the Bradley Bivouac, May 27. Secretary W. W. Fergusson delivered a patriotic address of welcome. It deserves place in the VETERAN.

The following young ladies represented the Confederate States named, and delivered short, appropriate speeches :

Missouri, Miss Barbara Corley, District of Columbia, Miss Nannie Corley, Kentucky, Miss Sackie Haley, Georgia, Miss Lizzie Duffy, Florida, Miss Alice Allen, South Carolina, Miss Mary Black, Tennesse, Miss Nannie Hale, Virginia, Miss Orleana Scruggs, Mississippi, Miss Cora Denton. Appreciative expressions were given by each like this for the Indian Nation by Miss M. FergussonBeside his white brother, fighting our homes to save, None stood more nobly than the Indian brave. Arkansas, Miss Cora Bradley, Louisiana, Miss Mattie Miller, North Carolina, Miss Gertie Piper, Alabama, Miss Callie Haynie, Maryland, Miss Ella Cosby, Texas, Miss Mamie Bowman.

Addresses were made by Thos. Cosby and J. D. Allen, retiring and incoming Presidents of the Bivouac. The latter quoted from the poem written by Wm. C. Forsee last year in behalf of the Davis monument these patriotic sentiments:

We are in our father's house , we love our country's flag. Long may its folds unchallenged fly on sea and mountain crag! Long may Columbia's gonfalon float proudly to the breeze! And let no man with angry hand the sacred emblem seize. But let us grieve over every wound wherein our country bled, We love the brave of every faith , we mourn our gallant dead. Secure against fraternal hate they sleep beneath the sod , The Lord of Hosts has summoned them, their fame is safe with God.

Confederate Veteran June 1893.

WHAT FRIENDS TO THE VETERAN ARE DOING.

A. Fulkerson, Esq., Bristol, Tenn.: " I am certainly glad to see that you. are meeting with success in your most worthy undertaking." He sends another batch of subscribers.

Jno, M. Henderson, Tampa, Fla., May 21 : " Inclosed you will find $1.50 for three more subscriptions. You may depend on my doing all I can toward getting subscribers for the VETERAN, as I think every Southern fireside ought to be furnished with a copy."

Dr. C. Deaderick, Knoxville, Tenn., May 22: "I am much pleased with the CONFEDERATE VETERAN, so that I inclose the names of two new subscribers."

J. N. Moreno, Pensacola, Fla.: "In compliance with your request I send you postal note to pay for two subscriptions. P. S. 1 have secured two more subscribers."

Miss Sallie McFarland, formerly of Nashville, but now in San Francisco, responding to a friend who sent her a copy, says: ''I showed it to some friends and inclose two subscriptions."

Dr. J. A. Hall, Warrensburg, Tenn., May 24: "I am delighted with the CONFEDERATE VETERAN. Will try and send you some subscribers soon. I feel like it ought to be in every Southern home."

R. H. Phelps, LaGrange, Texas: " We all prize your magazine very highly, and it grows better and better each month. I wish you grand success, and hope the CONFEDERATE VETERAN will live to preserve the acts of daring patriotism and bravery of our boys who wore the grey."

R. T. Owen, Adjutant John H. Waller Camp, 237, Shelbyville, Ky., May 19: "The May number of the magazine received, and I am delighted with it. It should be in the family of every veteran and friend of the South and fair dealing. God speed you in your noble work."

Paul M. Atkinson, manager Cyclorama, Nashville: "The information in No. 3 concerning our Confederate flag is worth more than the subscription price. You have already had so many complimentary things said of your paper that anything I might say would be 'stale and flat,'but I want to thank you for it, and assure you of my best wishes."

G. T. Morgan, Russellville, Ky., May 21 : " I am one of the boys, and I take the VETERAN. Am well pleased with it, and will do all I can to increase its subscription list here. I am the first one who subscribed for it in Russellville."

Henry Clay Fairman, editor Sunny South, Atlanta, Ga., May 22: "Bill Arp gave you a shockingly good 'ad' to our forty or fifty thousand readers. So very good, indeed, that nothing but the sentiment of fraternity could have induced me to let it pass."

In sending four subscribers from Australia, Mo., Mr. J. J. Parks writes: "I am acting agent at this point. Have advertised the VETERAN in the county paper. Will do all I possibly can. I am delighted with it, and would have it a,t any price."

Maj. J. B. Briggs, Russellville, Ky., May 19: " I want to do my part in aiding you to make the CONFEDERATE VETERAN a success a periodical that should be in the family of every old Confederate soldier. To show how easy it is to help you, I secured eight subscribers in an hour by simply asking parties to subscribe."

Miss Harriet R. Parkhill, Jacksonville, Fla. : " Having taught several years after the close of the war, I felt keenly how ignorant the children of the next generation would be of the true action of their forefathers, and instead of glorying in their bravery and the grandeur of their character and deeds, they would learn to be ashamed of them. This sheet will do a noble work in teaching the young people of the South and the whole world the true history of those sad but wonderful four years."

W A. Campbell, Columbus, Miss.: "The May VETERAN is at hand, and its contents were read with interest from beginning to end, I trust your letter in it may meet with a ready response from all over the South. Our camp will meet in June, and I will lay the claims of the VETERAN before the members. It is so cheap that every soldier should take it."

Mrs. Keller Anderson, Memphis, Tenn.: "Accept hearty congratulations for the success of your paper. I thought it excellent at first worth far more than the price of subscription but the marked improvement in each succeeding number is simply wonderful. Every article is well worth a careful reading."

B. P. McAllister, Harrodsburg, Ky.: " In compliance with your request in the last issue of the VETERAN, I send you. seven new subscribers. To get them required no effort on my part. I secured them all this morning, and without leaving my business. I am glad you. inserted that letter, for I think it will swell your number of subscriptions greatly. I was a Confederate soldier."

K. F. Peddicord, St. Louis, Mo.: " May number of the VETERAN received this morning. Your letter was read with interest, and I respond at once, having learned years ago that obedience to orders was our first duty. In this instance it is a very pleasant duty. We are more than pleased with the VETERAN. Inclosed find New York draft for $3.50 for seven subscriptions. Inclosed find another subscriber,"

John W. Ashcroft, Newbern, Tenn.: "In response to your call for each subscriber to send two new subscribers, I herewith send you check for $1.50 for three. Surely all ex Confederates should take the VETERAN and do everything in their power to extend its circulation and make it a success. Will send you more."

Mrs. Leo Vogel, St. Augustine, Fla. : " The first copy of the CONFEDERATE VETERAN was greeted with much interest and pleasure. Each copy increases in value. Your journal is truly worthy of the name 'Confederate Veteran,' and many noble sentiments and loyal actions arc refleeted from the VETERAN the mirror of all true southern principle. Inclosed find pay for five."

J. Mont. Wilson, Springfield, Mo.: "I inclose you a list of names who ought every one to take the CONFEDERATE VETERAN. I will do all I possibly can to increase your circulation. I have in my mind some lady friends who I believe would take an interest in your work. Mr. Manly B. Curry, in his letter in May issue strikes the key note. We must counteract the influence of upjust publications."

Mrs. W. T. Ellis, Fort Worth, Texas, May 22: " Herein find pay for the April VETERAN. I gave mine to a gentleman who fell in love with it. I am getting up a club, and I had that as a specimen copy. I have three subscribers on my list, and hope to have more by next week, when I will send them to you."

Confederate Veteran June 1893.

Mrs. M. Marr, Monteagle, Tenn., May 29, 1893: "To say that I am pleased with the VETERAN expresses very mildly my state of mind concerning your staunch little magazine. ' It is natural, faithful to the times and principles it represents. It is needed to keep alive the thought in this mercenary age that there is something besides money to live and die for. I have told everybody, or a great many everybodies, at least, to subscribe for the VETERAN."

D. G. Fleming, Secretary Confederate Association, Hawkinsville, Ga.: "Inclosed I send $3.50 and seven names for the VETERAN. These were procured through the influence of Rev. Dr. W. A. Nelson at a recent meeting of the Association. I will try and get you more soon."

Oscar E. Fluker, Union Point, Ga., May 30, 1893: "Through the kindness of Brother Cordes, of Washington, Ga., who sent me the May number of your VETERAN, I have shown it to a few friends and secured for you the following list of subscribers. Send me a few extra copies and I will place them where they will increase your subscription. Success to the CONFEDERATE VETERAN."

Aaron G. Davis, Dyersburg, Tenn., whose newspaper has been helpful to me, sends a batch of subscriptions, including his own and one for Col. Tom W. Neal, editor of Neal's State Gazette, which paper has been unstinted in its advocacy of the VETERAN. Brothers, this is unprecedented. I thank you.

A. S. H. Boyd. Tolu, Ky. : " Please publish the letter from Gen. Albert Sidney Johnston to President Davis, that he wrote just before the battle of Shiloh. It was published after his death. You would oblige many friends of the VETERAN."

This request deserves attention. Any one having a separate print will oblige by sending it,
Walter S. Cochran. Rome, Ga.. " I saw a copy of your paper and was much pleased with it. Think I can get you a few subscribers here."

Mrs. Leo R. Vogel, St. Augustine, Fla., June 7, 1893: " I send you eleven subscribers in addition to the five sent in my last letter."

J. M. Wilson, Golden City, Mo.: " I am away from home a good deal, and will carry a copy of the VETERAN with me and show it to all ex Confederates I meet. and try to induce them to subscribe."

W. G. Hinson, Charleston, S. C.,.June 2,1893: "I had subscribed for the CONFEDERATE VETERAN through one of our dealers, and am so pleased with it I send to several friends."

Mrs. W. T. Ellis, Fort Worth, Texas, May 29, 1893: "Please find herein $2.50, and the names of five subscribers. The last on the list is a good old veteran who fought on the other side."

L. P. Harling, Hibler, S. S.: "I think the VETERAN a perfect gem, and I hope it will live until all the old vets answer the last roll call, and then live on. It is time that we were publishing our own history. We have here in Edgefield a County Survivors' Association, with about four hundred members, of which I am President, Moriroe Wise Vice President, and John A. Colgan Secretary. I think we will join the United Confederate Veterans at our next meeting. I will do all I can to get subscribers to the VETERAN will urge its claims at our next meeting, and think I can get quite a number."

Geo. H. Cole, Commander Sanders Camp, Eutaw, Ala., June 3: "In reply to the letter on first page of last number of the VETERAN, addressed to ME, please find the following subscribers. I send $4 for the eight. This makes twelve that I have sent you. Capt. Hodo, of Carrolton, will send you some, and I hope to send more. Every Confederate ought to have it, and it is easy to get them when you try."

W. A. Burham, Wills Point, Texas: "Inclosed please find postal note for fifteen subscriptions to the VETERAN. I like it very much, and will try to get more subscribers. Think it ought to be in every Southern home."
Frank Gaiennie, General Manager St. Louis Exposition and Music Hall Association: " Please send me your paper for one year, subscription to begin Jan. I, 1893. Send the back numbers. I should have sent it sooner, but neglected it."

Charles T. Morse, Clerk Supreme Court of Texas, in sending his subscription, says: "I want your publication, and am anxious to begin with back numbers. If this is not enough let me know."

E. B Ratliff writes from the Indian Territory: " Your paper is worth ten times as much as it costs. Please send it to my mother." She lives in Mississippi.

T. C. Brittain, Holt's Corner, Tenn., June 6: "I see that all we have to do is just to name it to old veterans, and when they get a copy they enlist as subscribers for it."

J. A. Williamson, Golden City, Mo.: "Please send all the back numbers you can, and date the subscriptions accordingly. By a mere accident a copy of the May number fell into my hands for a few hours, but had to give it up. I want a copy of that issue particularly."

J. W. Cooley, Tampa, Fla., June 7: "I attended our annual meeting on the 3d. I had the great pleasure to hear Gen. Dickison relate his engagements of the Confederacy in Florida. He has promised to write for the VETERAN, and he insisted on all veterans taking it. The copies you sent me I distributed in different localities of the country, and I think will return you several subscribers. Everybody here who has seen the VETERAN is greatly pleased with it. Our County Camp enrolls something over two hundred. May the VETERAN live long and prosper."

M. McDonald, Palmyra, Mo. : Commence as far back as you have the numbers, with my sincere wishes for your overwhelming success in the publication of this most desirable and, I hope, highly appreciated journal.

W. T. Melton, Paint Rock, Texas: I am well pleased with the VETERAN, and think that every ex Confederate soldier should take and read it. I hope you may meet with the financial success that your efforts merit.

John W. Rooser, Marianna, Fla.: "I am working to get you a long list of subscribers. Inclosed T send four. Am well pleased with the VETERAN. It is just the paper that we have long needed."

Neal Coldwell, Center Point, Texas: "I inclose money order for $3, for which please mail the VETERAN for one year to the following names at this office.

Miss Sue M. Monroe, Wellington, Va., delayed sending a subscription for a friend, as she wanted two that she might inclose a dollar bill.

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Jno. W. Dyer, Sturgis, Ky.: " Inclosed find $1 for two more subscriptions. Being one who wore the gray from '61 te '65, I appreciate the aim of the VETERAN, and enjoy nothing more than this means of communicating with my fellow soldiers. Although scattered, we can know of each other, and in a manner live over our experiences, which, though painful, are precious to us as to no other people on earth."

Rev. T. K. Faunt Le Roy, Mansfield, La.: "It is with true pleasure that I congratulate you upon the success that you are making of the CONFEDERATE VETERAN. .Each number is more interesting than the former, and no paper comes to my desk that has more interesting matter. It should be in the hands of every old soldier, and ought to have a circulation which would reach every home in the South. Therefore, as an earnest of my faith by my works I send you ten subscribers and the money for the same. I shall continue to work for the VETERAN."

B. F. Myers, Goodlettsville, Tenn.: "Inclosed find check for $2.50, for which please send the CONFEDERATE VETERAN to*** We accidentally saw a few copies of the April number."

Capt. W. W. Fergusson sends this news from Riddleton, Tenn., after mention of plan to secure many subscriptions at the reunion of the E. L. Bradly Bivouac, quotes from his son at West Point: "I received the CONFEDERATE VETERAN. Many thanks for it. My room mate was so struck with it that he subscribed, as will a good many others who have seen it. It has been going the rounds of the corps of cadets, and it is not likely that much of it is left."
James G. Holmes, Charleston, S. C.: "As per request in May number of CONFEDERATE VETERAN, inclosed find $5, for which please commence with earliest number on hand and send VETERAN." After the above Mr. Holmes was intercepted on the way to Richmond, and he said, " I have just gotten nineteen more subscribers for you,"

Robert Knickmeyer, Apalachicola, Fla.: "Inclosed find postal note for $1.50 subscriptions. I am very much pleased with the copy I have seen, and will try and send you some more subscriptions soon. Was in the Fourth Florida, Breckinridge's division."

J.Mont. Wilson, Springfield, Mo.: "Publish that open letter on front page for the next three months to come and it will bring forth fruit." The result of the publication may be seen as extraordinary, and yet there was a kind of plea in it that embarrassed the author in putting it before those who were not familiar with the little journal. Instead of sending two, one friend in Kansas sends twenty two, another in Charleston sends twenty nine, while scores sent two and three times the number requested.

Shreveport, La., Caucasian: "We are indebted to Mrs. J. S. Swan for April number of the CONFEDERATE VETERAN, the best Confederate paper published. The Ladies' Auxiliary will open a subscription list for it, and in this way help keep alive the memories of the lost cause.'"

Thos. J. Love, Fullerton, Ala.: "We have in our country an organization known as the Cherokee County Confederate Veteran Association. We belong to the State Association, and have elected delegates to attend the meeting of United Confederate Veterans at Birmingham in July. It seems to me that every true Confederate ought to take the VETERAN from personal if not from patriotic considerations. I am not only pleased, but delighted with the high moral tone and conservative patriotic sentiment."

Dr. B. A. Tarr, Baltimore: "I assure you no other document in my library has a more welcome space. Again, I feel it should be patronized by every man, woman and child of the dear Sunny South. Would say that owing to close attention to my business I have been unable as yet to do my duty in behalf of such a glorious messenger of the past strife of our fallen people. I hope after September 10th to place an 'ad.' with you, as I am not aware of any medium that can reach the family circle of our Southern people to better advantage."

T. A. Bunnell, Woolworth, Tenn.: "I have received three numbers of the VETERAN, and I like it. I think it is the best paper published in the South, and that it ought to be in every Southern home. I have gotten up thirty subscribers, which list you will find inclosed. I am going to keep on working for the VETERAN and see how many I can get. I was a member of the 11th Tennessee Regiment, and was severely wounded. in the battle of Franklin. Am now a member of Forbes Bivouac at Clarksville."

Judge D. C. Thomas, Lampasas, Texas, May 25: "I have received the May number of the VETERAN, and read your letter requesting the old boys to write and send two subscribers each. I send three, and wish it was three hundred. How easy it would be for all the old soldiers to send the two! A few minutes time, a few kind words for the VETERAN, and all could succeed. ' Don't give up the ship.' Your efforts are noble and praiseworthy, and I feel that success will eventually crown you, as you so richly deserve. I am glad to see that you have enlisted Will Lambert, of Houston. \Ve went out together in April, 1861, and ha.ve been warm friends and chums ever since. We were both young Lieutenants in the First Regiment of Texas Mounted Rifles, under the gallant Henry E. McCulloch. It was a twelve months regiment, and when we were mustered out of service on the Texas frontier we separated and enlisted in different commands, and did not meet again until 'the cruel war was over.' "

Confederate Veteran June 1893.

ALEXANDER H. STEPHENS' PRISON LIFE.

The thrilling events as narrated by Alexander H. Stephens in a diary of his capture and imprisonment was commenced in the issue of the CONFEDERATE VETERAN for May. These introductory notes are made for the benefit of those who have not seen that number.

This report was furnished me by his nephew, Hon. Jno. A. Stephens, who is now dead.

Mr. Stephens was arrested at his own Liberty Hall, Crawfordville, whither he had gone, and was quietly awaiting the action of the victors until his arrest. His imprisonment and subsequent street parole at Atlanta, then the removal to Augusta, where he, Mr. Davis, Greneral Wheeler and others became fellow passengers, are also given in that number.

FROM HIS DIARY VERBATIM COPY.

General Wheeler and four of his men were on the boat. They had been captured near Albany some days previous, and had been sent down to the boat some hours before our arrival. The whole party were Mr. Davis and those captured with him, Mr. and Mrs. Clay, myself, General Wheeler and his men, numbering over twenty. I don't know exactly how many were in Mr. Davis' party. I recognized General and Col. Wm. Preston Johnston, of his staff, Mr. Harrison, his private Secretary, and Postmaster Gen. J. H. Reagan. Mr. Davis had with him a man and woman, also colored servants and little boy. His children, Jeff, Maggie and Varina also Mrs. Davis, Miss Howell and her brother J. D. Howell. A young man, a grandson of Judge of Kentucky, was also with him. I did not see him after we got on the boat. Mrs. Davis and Mrs. Clay came on the deck where we were. Our meeting was the first Mrs. Davis and party knew of my arrest. General Wheeler had not heard of the arrest of any of us. Mr. Clay told me he had been on parole all the way, and that he did not come on in the procession with the rest of us that he had been permitted to drive his carriage out in the city (Augusta) and visit some lady acquaintances of his wife. He gave me all the particulars of his surrender.
On taking leave of me General Upton turned me over to Colonel Pritchard, of the 4th Michigan Cavalry, who had captured Mr. Davis, and who then took charge of all of the prisoners. The General told Colonel Pritchard that I and Mr. Clay were on parole, and he allowed us the run of the boat. I asked him to grant me permission to write to my brother: and he said he supposed this permission would not be denied whenever I got to a place where I could write.

On the cars from Barnet to Augusta I traveled with General Elzy (C. S. A.), who had been paroled. I requested him. to write to John A. Stephens at Crawfordville, and say to him I wished him to remain with his mother until he heard from me. I greatly and deeply regretted that I did not meet John at home today, as I passed there.

My feelings this night on this boat pass all description. We were all crowded together in a small space on the boat's deck, covering over us, but both sides open. The night was cool and the air on the water damp, and I was suffering from a severe headache. No mention was made of supper, but I cared not for supper. I had taken breakfast at 12 and did not feel as if I should ever want to eat again. Clay and I united our cloaks, coats and shawls. General Wheeler sent us a blanket. Mrs. Davis sent us a mattress, and we made a joint bed in the open air on deck. I put the carpet bags under our heads, and strange to say, I slept sweetly and soundly and arose much refreshed the next morning. The boat raised steam and left the bluff not wharf about nine o'clock at night. Reagan, Wheeler and the rest, including the servants, stretched themselves about on the open space the best way they could. All had covering of some sort but one little boy.

Just before I fell asleep I witnessed this scene: A little black boy about 14 years old, ragged and woe begone in appearance, was stretched on deck right in the passage way. Whose he was, or where he was going, I knew not. An officer came along, gave him a shove, and told him in harsh language to get away from there. The boy raised up, waked from his sleep, and replied in a plantation mood, "I have no lodging, sir." That scene and that reply were visibly on my mind when all my present cares were most opportunely and graciously, if not mercifully, drowned in slumber as I was being borne away from home, and all that was most dear to me, on the broad and smooth bosom of the Savannah.
15th May: Waked much refreshed, morning beautiful, got a rough soldier breakfast. Mr. Davis came out on our deck soon after I got up. It was our first meeting since we parted the night after my return from the Hampton Roads Conference to Richmond. Talked today a good deal with Clay, Reagan and Wheeler, but spent most of my time in silent, lonely meditation on the side of the boat, looking out upon willows on the margin of the sluggish, muddy, crooked stream. Most of my thoughts were filled with home scenes and their kindred associations. Colonel Pritchard introduced to me Captain Hudson, of his regiment, and a Mr. Stribling (?), who was a correspondent of the New York Herald. We talked a good deal on the state of the country, etc. The entire day was clear, mild and beautiful.

16th May: Went to sleep last night as the night before. I omitted to note yesterday that we got dinner and tea at the usual hours, potatoes (Irish) and beef stewed together for dinner, at tea a good cup of black tea that suited me well. There was hard tack on the table, some prefer that, but I chose the soft, or what is known as light bread or " bakers' " bread. The table was small , only four could be seated at once. It took some time for all to eat. We reached Savannah this morning at four o'clock, did not land, but were transferred from the tug to a coast steamer, bound to Hilton Head a much more commodious boat. On it we got a good breakfast beefsteak, hot rolls and coffee.

On the passage to Hilton Head I took a berth and slept most of the way, reached Hilton Head about 11 o'clock A. M. The day was clear and rather warm, though not hot or sultry, anchored in the harbor and were transferred to another steamer bound for Fortress Monroe. This was the Clyde, a new boat, a propeller of about 500 tons, there were several good berths in the cabin below, and quite a number of state rooms on deck above. The ladies and most of the gentlemen selected state rooms. I preferred a berth below, and chose my place there, which I found on the voyage was a most excellent choice. After we were transferred to the Clyde, quite a number of officers and other persons
came aboard. They brought New York papers, Harper's Weekly, Frank Leslie's Illustrated News. It had been a long time since I had seen these prints. Here for the first time I heard of the military commission trying the assassins of Mr. Lincoln. The officers came down into the cabin where I was, and talked some time of the state of the country. They were all courteous and agreeable. Captain Kelly, formerly of Washington City, who knew me there, told me he was now in the Quartermaster Department at Hilton Head. He was pleased to speak kindly of his former recollections of me, 'alluded to my Milledgeville speech in November, 1860, spoke highly of it and expressed regret that I had not adhered to it. I told him I had. In that speech I had with all my ability urged our people not to secede. The present consequences I then seriously apprehended, but in the same speech. I told them that if in solemn convention the people of the State should determine to resume their delegated powers and assert her sovereign and independent rights, that I should be bound to go with the State. To her I owed ultimate allegiance. In that event her cause would be my cause, and her destiny my destiny. I thought this step a wrong one, perhaps fatal, and exerted my utmost power to prevent it, but when it had been taken, even though against my judgment, I, as a good citizen, could but share the common fate, whatever it might be. I did as a patriot what I thought best before secession. I did the same after. He did not seem to have recollected that part of the speech, which acknowledged my ultimate allegiance to be due to the State of Georgia. The whole conversation was quite friendly. He manifested a good deal of personal regard toward me.
At about three or four o'clock the Clyde put out to sea.

Before leaving, Mrs. Davis addressed a note to General Saxon (?), who had charge of colonization, in confiding to him the little orphan mulatto boy she had with her. The parting of the boy with the family was quite a scene. He was about seven or eight years old, I should think. He was little Jeff's playfellow, they were very intimate and nearly always together, it was Jeff and Jimmy between them. When Jeff' knew that Jimmy was to be left, he wailed, and so did Jimmy. Maggie cried, Varina cried, and the colored woman cried. Mrs, Davis said the boy's mother had been dead a number of years, and this woman had been as a mother to him. As the boat left our side, that was to take Jimmy away, he screamed and had to be held to be kept from jumping overboard. He tried his best to get away from those who held him. At this, Jeff and Maggie and Varina screamed almost as loud as he did. Mrs. Davis also shed tears. Mrs. Clay threw Jimmy some money, but it had no effect. Some one on deck of his boat picked it up and handed it to him, but he paid no attention to it, and kept scuffling to get loose, and wailing as long as he could be heard by us.

After all, what is life but a succession of pains, sorrows, griefs and woes! Poor Jimmy! He has just entered upon its threshold. This will hardly be his worst or heaviest affliction, if his days be many upon this earth.

The Clyde is long and narrow, and rolls very much at sea. The Purser on the Clyde is named Moore, a son of the Captain of the boat. He expressed some kind personal regard for me this evening, said he was from Philadelphia, gave me a copy of Harper's Weekly, and requested anything I could spare as a little memento. I chanced to have in my pocket a chess piece of a set that was very prettily made it was a Bishop. I took it out and asked him how that would do, he seemed highly pleased with it.

May 19: We enter Hampton Roads this morning, a pilot boat meets us, we are asked where we wish to be piloted to. To Washington was the reply.
The Tuscarora leads the way, and we arrive at Hampton Roads. Colonel Pritchard goes to Fortress Monroe, returns and says we must await orders from Washington. Before going ashore I asked him to inquire if I would be permitted to telegraph or write home. He could, on returning, give no information on that point. We anchor in the harbor, and the Tuscarora anchors close by. We see near us the iron steamer Atlanta, captured at Savannah. Dinner at usual hour, and all hands at table except Miss Howell, all with good appetite except myself. My throat is still sore from continued hoarseness, but much better than it was when I left Hilton Head. I have, however, no relish for food.

20th May: Still at anchor in the Roads. Colonel Pritchard informs us he got a telegram last night informing him that General Halleck would be at the Fort at noon to day and give him further orders. The day is dull, nothing to enliven it but the passing of steamboats and small sails in the harbor. A Brittish man of war and a French lie near us.

Called Henry in the cabin, told him he would go from there to Richmond, gave him $10, and told him to be a good, industrious, upright boy, and never to gamble. Colonel Pritchard came to the cabin at 8 o'clock at night and told Judge Reagan and myself that some officers in the Captain's room wished to see us there. We went immediately and found Captain Fraley, of the Tuscarora, and Captain Parker, of the war steamer, in the cabin. Captain Fraley received us courteously, and told us that he had orders to take Reagan and myself aboard the Tuscarora next day at 10 o'clock. He had come over that night to give us notice that we might be ready. In reply to the question of our destination, he told us Boston. I knew then that Fort Warren was my place of confinement and imprisonment. I told him I feared the climate would be too cool and damp for me, I should have greatly preferred to go to Washington, if the authorities had so decided.
Before we left the Captain's office, General Wheeler and party came in. His conference was with Captain Parker: we learned from what passed that Captain Parker was to take them in his steamer in the morning to Fort Donaldson. Reagan and I left General Wheeler in the office. I sent for Captain Moody, who was a fellow prisoner with us, taken with Mr. Davis, and who had been a prisoner of war at Fort Warren, to learn from him sonic of the prison regulations there. He spoke in very favorable terms of them, said he had been in several prisons, and he had been better treated at Fort Warren than anywhere else. Being relieved of the suspense we had been in for several days, Reagan and I went to our berths at an early hour. I slept but little, thought of home, sweet home, saw plainly that I was not to be permitted to see anyone there. This was the most crushing thought that filled my mind. Death I felt I could meet with resignation, if such should be my fate, if I could be permitted to

communicate with Linton and other dear ones while life should last.

May 21st: Anthony was not permitted to go with me, gave him $5 and same advice I gave Henry, I gave him my leather trunk he had brought his clothes in. Saw Mrs. Clay and requested her to write to Linton and Mrs. D. M. DuBose the same thing my destination and present condition. We do not know what is to be done with Mr. Clay, or where he is to be sent. After that shall be made known it is Mrs. Clay's intention to go North, if allowed, that is, if her husband shall be confined. Yesterday evening we got New York papers, saw the progress of the trial of the assassins. Mr. Clay expressed to me the fullest confidence that nothing could be brought against him in such a crime. He spoke in the strongest terms of deepest regret at it, said how deeply he deplored it, and his explanation to that effect, when he first heard of President Lincoln's assassination. We had a long talk this morning.

General Wheeler and those who went with him left at 6 A. M. I was up and took my leave of them, the parting all around was sad. At 10 o'clock Captain Fraley came up in a tug, came aboard the Clyde. Reagan and I were ready, we took leave of all. Anthony and Henry looked very sad, Anthony stood by me to the last. Mrs. Davis asked Captain Fraley if he could not go, he said that he had inquired of the officer commanding the fleet, and he had informed him that his orders related to only two persons. This closed the matter just as I had looked for. I bade Anthony good bye, the last one. I had before taken leave of Mr. and Mrs. Davis, Mr. and Mrs. Clay, and Colonel Harrison. Upon taking leave of Mr. Davis he seemed to be more affected than I had ever seen him. He said nothing but good bye, and gave my hand a cordial squeeze. The tone of the voice in uttering good bye evinced deep feeling and emotion. With assistance I descended the rope ladder to the deck of the tug. All the baggage being aboard, off we steamed to the Tuscarora.

SOMETHING OF SLAVERY AS IT EXISTED.

At the suggestion of Mr. Curry, made in your paper for May, I am moved to write the following:

I am a Southerner, 55 years of age. I was familiar with the " institution " of slavery, for my father owned quite a number of negroes men, women and children. Being forced to pay two large security debts, he was reduced to the alternative of selling his land or his negroes. The latter begged so earnestly not to be sold that the land was sold and all the negroes were held until at the fall of the Confederacy they were set free.

To my mind there was much beauty as well as happiness in the relation of the old Southern owner and his slave, when both "acted up" to their duties under such relation, just as there is, under similar circumstances, in the other family relations, of husband and wife, parent and child. "At our house" the white children were made to "behave" respectfully to the old negroes, and were punished for any breach of respect reported byblack "Uncles" and "Aunties," as we were taught to call them. In a few homes that I knew impudence of the white children to the old negroes was not checked, but in other respects this shortcoming was more than counterbalanced, especially by the invariable kindness of their white parents. I have also known families but very few, I am thankful to say in which the negro slave was treated in a very cruel and barberous manner. In such cases both man and master were frequently to blame. In some cases the vice of the master seemed to beget its like in the slave, just as, in many cases, the virtue and gentle breeding of the master and mistress were assumed by the negro. In dignity and courteous demeanor negro coachmen and dining room servants were very agreeable company. The author of "In Ole Virginia" has drawn pictures of the old negro that were very true to nature.

After the question of slavery had been thrust into politics a large amount of rhetorical fireworks were set off in abuse of it and in the praise of freedom. For years it was impossible for two persons from the different sections of our country to speak dispassionately on this matter. Now, after almost thirty years have elapsed since the abolishment of the institution, I believe it may be approached from both sides more calmly than was ever possible heretofore.
Whatever its effect may have been on the whites I do not think any one will deny that it has done much for the negro. We may dwell on the horrors of the voyage in the slave ship until we forget that it was thus that the poor savages were providentially rescued from the worse fate of being roasted to feast their cannibal conquerors. Their lives as slaves had, on an average, no more bitterness than fell to the lot of each one of us during our minority. Our hearts bled for them when, after the death of "Ole Marster and Mistis," they were sold from the auctioneer's block or divided among the heirs, separating parents from children and husbands from wives. But such separations were not peculiar to shavery. We still experience the same sad scenes whenever the children of the poor are cantoned out, at the death of their parents, in homes so widely separated that they may never meet again.

Brutal masters beat their helpless slaves, brutal husbands and brutal parents beat their helpless wives and children. The lewd master compelled his unwilling maid servant to gratify his lust, the lustful brute still assaults the helpless woman that falls into his power.

If the facts were known it would appear that negro slavery in the United States was a most humane state of pupilage by which a lot of savages brought from Africa were trained up in the arts of civilization and in the knowledge of Christian duty, thus fitting them to take part in our government, the grandest in the world. I can think of no better plan by which such an amount of good work could have been done. Both England and the United States established colonies in Africa by which to educate, civilize and Christianize the natives. They have accomplished little or nothing more than to render assistance to the natives in hampering the slave trade on the coast. The interior trade is still carried on, but does not afford a sufficient market, and the conquerers have again resorted to the "sacrificial feast" on their prisoners as a means of disposing of them. OMIKRON KAPPA. Louisiana, Mo., May 29,

Confederate Veteran June 1893.

CLEBURNE'S MEN AT FRANKLIN.

DEAR VE'I'ERAN I like the description of the battle of Franklin in the April number, but don't like to hear of Cleburne's division falling back, as we occupied from the turnpike to beyond the ginhouse, Granberry's Texas and Gordon's Arkansas. I would like to know where those high works were where General Strahl was killed. I was with old Pat Cleburne all the time east of the river and never knew his division to fall back when any other troops remained on the field. At Franklin nearly all of us were killed. If the old war horse, Frank Cockerill, with his brave Mississippiaiis, had not come to our assistance, we would all have been killed or captured. I was First Lieutenant of the 25th Texas Infantry.

McAllister, Ind. Ter., May 22. " J. K. .JONES.

There can be no controversy about the courage of Cleburne's men. It was no discredit to them that they fell back as reported at Franklin. They went to the same line of breastworks at which General Strahl was killed, and were exposed to an awful cannonading from across the Harpeth River.

John M. Payne, Graham, Texas: "I see in the VETERAN for April your sketch of the Franklin fight, and I know from the way you write you was there yourself, for no man could write as you have written and explain things as they were without having been in the battle. I was with the 14th Mississippi Regiment, Adams' Brigade, Loring's Division, a private, and was wounded at the first hedge just after crossing the railroad on the extreme right, and lay in a ravine until after dark, and then was carried to the field hospital under the cover of the hill. I lost my Captain, Third Lieutenant, and eight privates, all killed. They were buried in one long grave in about ten feet of where I was wounded. Gen. John Adams was shot just to my left, and his horse fell across the breastworks. I shed tears when I read your letter. I was also one of the videts at the evacuation of Jackson, Miss., and can see now in my imagination the skirmishers as described in the last VETERAN. I was near enough to hear the Federals talk when the signal was given to retreat. We just did get to the bridge in time to get over before it was burned. I was at the evacuation of Jackson three times, and saw the fire of the big Confederate hotel. I was also at the battle of Fort Donelson, was captured and taken to Camp Douglas, Chicago."

Jas. Staley, Scottsboro, Ala., May 21 : " I read your request for correspondence. My whole heart is with you, and I have talked with several of our citizens as to subscribing, and invariably get the answer, yes, I must have the VETERAN. I read the account of General Hindman's horse being killed in a charge. I was in less than ten feet of the General when it occurred. We had been halted immediately on the crest of a ridge and ordered to lie down, as I understood to await the changing position of our battery. I and a young man from Goodlettsville, Tenn., took a seat on the ground close to the General. He was sitting on his horse watching the Yankee battery that was playing it seemed to me directly on the General and staff. I think he was smoking a cigar, and was as cool as I now am. The shell or ball struck his horse just back of the right hip. He fell so suddenly that it threw the General over his head and fractured his thigh, but he arose at once and said, ' Tennesseans, take that battery!' And with the old yell we rushed forward. I had not gone but a few yards until a solid shot passed under my knee and I was left with one foot. I was with Capt. Jim James' company at the time, though I belonged to the 18th Tenn. After we were surrounded at Donelson I did not feel disposed to go to prison, so came out with General Pillow and went into the fight at Shiloh with the 55th Tennessee."

F. O'Brien, Adjutant Winchester Hall Camp, Berwick, La.: "Your letter in the last VETERAN appeals to the hearts of all old Confederates. I would not now do without this paper under any circumstances. I am doing all I can for you in this section, and you deserve all the success in the world. The last number brought vividly to mind the terrible trials we went through, with a pathetic instance of brotherly affection. After the surrender of Vicksburg the paroled prisoners from trans Mississippi departments were ordered to Demopolis, Ala., but very few went all the way. As they made their way along I recollect that when we were five or six days out there were only 30 of our regiment together and most of them officers. Some Georgia troops passed, and one young man who had fought through the siege had his brother, a mere boy, on his shoulders. The boy having been sick for a long time, he intended to carry him home to his mother if he lived. Think of the devotion to country, to home and to mother here shown! He was carrying a young, weak and emaciated brother from Vicksburg to Georgia. My wife's father, Col. S. F. Marks, was in three wars Florida, Mexico and the Confederate. As Colonel of the 11th Louisiana, with his gallant soldiers, he won the fight at Belmont, Ky., by crossing his regiment and coming up just in time to turn disaster into victory."

REMARKABLE VICTORY AT SABINE PASS.

It was very well understood in Confederate military circles during the summer of 1863 that General Franklin was fitting out an expedition at New Orleans to make an attempt on some point in Texas. It was surmised that Galveston would be attacked. Gen. J. B. Magruder, being in command in Texas, had made every preparation in his power to defend it.. He had fortified it, had massed all the powers he had at or near Galveston something near 7,000 in all. There were some 300 men at Beaumont, on the Neckar, or at Neblett's Bluff, on the Sabine. These troops were some 40 miles from Sabine Pass, and were the only possible hopes of success for the pass in case it was assaulted. Sabine Pass itself was defended by the famous " Davis Guards," Company F, Colonel Cook's Regiment Heavy Artillery. There was also a small company of cavalry at the pass.

The fortification consisted of a simple earthwork, Fort Griffin, one mile and a half nearer the mouth of the pass, mounting six guns two iron 32s, two iron 24s, and two brass 24s, mountain howitzers on wheels. These guns had all been condemned by a board of ordnance officers of the old army but they were the only guns the Confederate Government had to give, and the utmost range of the best of them was about two miles.

The Federal fleet, under the command of Lt. Commodore Fred Crocker, on the "Clifton," mounting eight guns, commenced assembling off the mouth of the pass early on the morning of September 7th, 1863. At first we thought it was simply an inspection of the blockading squadron. There were from two to four vessels lying off the pass all the time. But as ship after ship came up, until by the afternoon twelve or fifteen vessels had taken up positions, we were satisfied we would be attacked. Captain Odlum sent off courier after courier to Beaumont asking help. From Beaumont it was telegraphed to General Magruder at Houston to order every available man there to hasten to our relief. About 250 embarked on some old river steamboats, but arrived at the pass after the fight was over and the fleet was retreating.

By the morning of the 8th the entire fleet, consisting of twenty five or twenty seven vessels and transports, having General Franklin's army of twelve or fifteen thousand on board had arrived and taken up their positions. If they could capture the pass they could overrun the country, could prevent any more supplies from being sent over the Mississippi, and would have been able, with their superior numbers, to have forced General Magruder to evacuate Galveston and Houston, and retreat toward San Antonio. Fort Griffin, with its six guns and the Davis Guards to work them, was all the obstruction there was to the enemy's landing, a forlorn hope, truly, but it proved sufficient. There were thirty eight of the Guards, under the command of Lieut. R. W. Dowling, Lieut. N. H. Smith, of the engineer corps', and Assistant Surgeon G. W. Bailey, in the fort.
The enemy opened fire on the 8th of September, 1863, and from that time until about 2 P. M. they "lay off" about five miles and shelled the fort and its approaches with such vigor and sweep that I verily believe a rabbit could not have lived outside the fort or anywhere in its immediate vicinity.

About 2 p. M. the Federals commenced their grand advance, in two columns, one led by Commodore Crocker, on the "Clifton," followed by three others. These came up the Texas Channel, while the "Sachem,"a fine gun ship, followed by her consorts, two in number, came up the Louisiana Channel. They kept up an incessant and tremendous fire. It looked as if the fort would be battered all to pieces and totally demolished before they got within range of our guns. But we bided our time, held our fire and waited with what patience we could command until the nearest ship was within about two miles. Then, at the order from Lieutenant Dowling, the men cheered and rushed to their guns. The second order was to "Load and fire at will." One of the howitzers in the recoil after the second discharge fell off the platform and could not be used, so the battle was thus fought with five guns. There were not enough men to work these five guns, even, to the best advantage, but their efficiency, their discipline, and above all, their perfect coolness, compensated for their want of numbers. I don't believe, after the first round or two, that any shots were wasted. Every one told, and the rapidity of their fire was wonderful. People who witnessed the battle at a safe distance assured the writer that they could scarcely distinguish an intermission in the discharge of the guns.
Owing to the tortuousness of the channel, the danger of grounding, and above all, to the terrible fire from the Confederate battery, the progress of the Federal ships was necessarily slow. Their evident plan was to rush a vessel by the fort. The guns of Fort Griffin were mounted "en Bralette," and could only be fired in one direction. The "Sachem "was in about five or six hundred yards of passing, when Jack White, of Houston (now a member of Dick Dowling Camp), gunner of No. I (a 32), succeeded in planting a solid shot through the center of her steam chest. She was disabled, and immediately surrendered.

The surrender of the "Sachem" enabled us to concentrate our fire on the "Clifton," coming "bows on." The channel makes a short turn 600 yards from the fort at this place, and she was run on an oyster reef. Commodore Crocker, seeing the damage done, the great loss among his officers and men, and the close and murderous fire of our battery, hauled down his flag. The "Clifton" was only slightly grounded, but it was not possible for them to get her off in the teeth of such a withering fire as the " Davis Guards" poured into her. The "Arizona" also hoisted the white flag. She was following the "Sachem," but owing to the confusion following the surrender she ran out to sea, and is said to have foundered after reaching the protection of the fleet.

The Confederate loss was nothing. But one man was touched, and that was by a round shot, which grazed his arm just above his wrist. It did not even draw blood , and as the men were exposed in working the guns from the waist up it is singular that none were hurt.
The Federal loss, in killed, wounded and prisoners, was over 400 men , also the capture of the "Clifton," of eight guns, the flag ship, the "Sachem,"of five guns, and the escape of the "Arizona." But the most glorious effect of our victory was sending General Franklin, his army 15,000 strong, and fleet back to New Orleans, Thus again making good our pledge that Texas was sacred, and not to be invaded or polluted by an enemy unless as a prisoner. And less than one year afterward this same army, strengthened and under the command of General Banks, attempted the invasion of Texas by way of Red River, and were met at Mansfield and Pleasant Hill and defeated, routed and sent back again to their base.

IT WAS MY ERROR. Mr. McCormick, of Henderson, Ky., called attention to the statement in the March VETERAN that Richard Henry Lee was the father of R. E. Lee, and states: '' Somebody has blundered. Robert E. Lee was the son of Gen. Henry Lee, the latter, a first cousin of Richard Henry Lee, died childless. The father of Robert E. Lee died in 1816. Webster's letter bears date of 1846. Your magazine cannot afford to be historically inaccurate," This error was made before in a superb pamphlet about the United Confederate Veteran Reunion at Chattanooga. It also occurs in a history of Arlington since its occupation as a national cemetery,

BURIAL OF OUR CHIEFTAIN AT RICHMOND.

The burial of Jefferson Davis at Richmond, which occurred May 31, was a notable event. The daily and weekly papers have given elaborate accounts for the historian. They reported the ceremonies at New Orleans under the management of Gen. Glynn, and the journey with its attendant events en route, the special ceremonies at Montgomery, Atlanta, and Raleigh, three State capitals, were reported in every part of the South. They told of the many thousands who gathered by the way, and of women and children remaining up until three o'clock in the morning to show their regard and affection at stopping points in South Carolina.

Almost a score were left by the special train in Atlanta through error in report of the departing hour, which was occasioned by the train leaving on Eastern time. Of the number left were Gen. Gordon and the writer. We started the next morning, arriving in Richmond early the next, and but a few hours after the funeral train.

At Charlotte I called, with H. C. Fairman, editor of the Sunny South, upon Mrs. Stonewall Jackson, who had declined a special invitation to attend the ceremonies at Richmond a week before, feeling she would be unable to do so, but she had so much improved that she very much regretted not being ready to join us en route. She honored the occasion and our party by going with us to the station and far down the railway to our train, which had been backed for the Washington vestibule limited to pass. This trip was in special compliment to Gen. Gordon, who had been ill all the day. Upon realizing what she had done he evidently forgot that he ever had been ill, and joined us on the return to the station as gallant and magnetic as he ever was. The dear, motherly woman, the worthy wife and widow of Stonewall Jackson, amiable and practical, as she always is, cordially responded to the enthusiastic greeting of veterans, and hastily furnished her autograph, "M. A. Jackson," to as many as she could write it for while we waited.
The thousands who read this will be gratified to learn that through a recent successful operation Mrs. Jackson expects to be spared the misfortune of total blindness, to which she had become quite resigned. I was surprised that this calamity had been expected, for there seemed to be no thought of such a year ago when I enjoyed much of a Sunday with her and the venerable Dr. Dabney, now of Texas, who has been blind for years, and his wife, who is her cousin.

The ceremonial day at Richmond was stamped with sacred memories. In so far as Providence could bless it nothing was omitted. The air was fine, the sky clear, and abundant rains had made the streets free from dust.

In the rotunda of the old Confederate capital, under the skylight of which a marble statue of Washington faced the west, and on that side the body had been placed. In a niche near by there was a white bust of Mr. Davis, which could be seen over the multitude of floral tributes that had been supplied by nearly every section of the South. These floral designs so nearly filled the rotunda as to encroach upon the passage way at all points, and they almost hid from view the elegant casket of carved oak.

(In this connection I note the strange oversight of another re interment, when the body of John Howard Payne, whose "Home, Sweet Home," has softened the heart of the human race, lay in state at City Hall, New York, all day, and though 50,000 people passed by it there were no flowers contributed by any one. Since then the benefactor, W. W. Corcoran, who had the body brought to America at his own expense, has gone the way of all the earth. Mr. Corcoran was fond of the Southern people, and spent forty successive summers at White Sulphur Springs, Va.)

The procession to Hollywood was solemnly grand. There were not so many visitors from a distance as might have been expected, but the military display was very fine. It required more than an hour for the line to pass its length.

Without asking the advantages that my credentials entitled me, I left the carriage of friends at entrance of Hollywood, and had gotten to the head of the procession, led by Gen. Gordon and his staff, of United Confederate Veterans, on horse back (walking by Col. C. W. Frazer, of Memphis), and in passing the police officer at a point near the grave, I asked permission as "editor of the CONFEDERATE VETERAN" to pass in, but the officer referred me to another. When, however, I said I was a Tennessean he quickly replied, "Go on."

I stood by the open grave of Jefferson Davis when Gen. John B. Gordon, the most eminent Confederate now living, stepped to my side. He looked into the grave, seven feet deep, all ready for lowering the casket, and saw that a Confederate battle flag exactly filled the end at the foot, and the Confederate national flag filled the end at the head, each with gilt fringe at the bottom, and they were connected by white and red strips quilted on both sides, so as to hide entirely from view the brick with which it was walled. Looking at it carefully the General the battle scarred warrior in tones pathetic, and with the polished emphasis of a statesman said, "It is very nice." Then raising his eyes and beholding the view of Richmond, the western end of the capital being directly to the east, the houses rising with the hills of the city into a sort of pyramid, and then the turbulent James River with its many bridges, and the railway tracks girding the bank on the east, while terraces of green occupied the view to the left, with a lovely lawn infront, and where many thousands of people were assembling to witness the last ceremony, he said, "This is the most beautiful place I ever saw. I am glad they brought him here now." The scene is indellibly impressed. How I wish I could photograph it to the reader

The reading of the Scriptures by Rev. William Murford, and the singing, led by Capt. Frank Cunningham, were very impressive. "How firm a foundation" was joined in by the veterans, who nearly all wore gray. There were many having scars under their white hairs. Doubtless there were more distinguished men of the South there than will ever assemble again.

This prayer by Rev. Moses D. Hodge, of Richmond, is given as the expression of the people:

Our God, most high, most holy, most merciful, with lowly reverence of spirit, and with hearts subdued by the hallowed memories of the past and the tender offices of the hour, we invoke thy gracious presence and benediction. 
Beneath these quiet skies, which bend over us like the hollow of thy sheltering hand, in thy good providence we gather in this consecrated place. Around us rest all that is mortal of patriots, sages and soldiers, whose virtue and valor gave luster to our historic annals, and who, at the call of duty, having consecrated their lives to the toils allotted to them, died, committing their souls to God and their memories to us who survive them.. By thy help, Lord God of truth and justice, we will be faithful to our trust. We will perpetuate the story of all who, by disinterested service and heroic sacrifice, struggled to maintain the empire of principle in the world, and who, with honor stainless and conscience inviolate, fulfilled their task.

Now numbered among the immortal dead, they still live enshrined in the souls of those who love them all the more for what they suffered, and who cherish their memories with undying devotion. 
Accept our thanks, gracious Father, that we have accomplished the sacred undertaking of giving to our honored chief his appropriate resting place among those who shared with him the joys of victory and the sadness of defeat, and who followed the banner now forever furled with a fortitude which no reverse could shake and which no disaster could extinguish. Here, on this imperial hill, have we laid him down beside the river whose waters sing their perpetual requiem, and amid the flowers which speak of the resurrection of the just and of the land where death never withers the affections which bloom in beauty and fragrance evermore. We look up from the open grave to the open heaven, where thou dost live and reign, and where all who have died in the true faith do live and reign with thee in glory everlasting.

In this the power of their freshly awakened sorrow, O Father, most tender and loving, in the plentitude of thy compassion, remember and comfort thine hand maiden and all dear to her. Thou husband of the widow and father of the fatherless, be thou their strength, their song and their salvation. 
Lord God of hosts, we beseech thee to sustain and cheer the veteran survivors of the war, who, with ever diminishing numbers, and with ever increasing burdens of age and infirmity, await their final discharge and final recompense.

Almighty God, author of peace and lover of concord, now that the sorrows and desolations of war have been for so many years exchanged for the blessings of peace, may all animosities be buried in the grave, and may all the inhabitants of this great land, from North to South and from East to West, learn more and more to cherish the relations which unite them as children of one father and as children of one country. 

May mutual regard for each other's interests, happiness and rights become the noble law of national life. May freedom, founded on justice, and guared by constitutional law, with religion pure and undefiled, secure to our whole people a perpetual heritage of unity, prosperity and peace, and to God most high will we give all honor and glory evermore. Amen."

Rev. Dr. O. S. Barten, of Norfolk, pronounced the benediction, after which the casket was lowered into the grave. The bugle signaled taps and the infantry fired a salute. The column then moved to Gettysburg Hill, where the annual memorial service of the Ladies' Hollywood Association took place. It consisted in the decoration of the graves of 16,000 Confederate soldiers.

There were many historic flags in the procession. The Rowan County, North Carolina, Veteran Regiment, of Salisbury, carried in its line three flags which have an interesting history. One of the banners was the first company flag of the Lexington Wildcats, which was presented to them by the ladies of Lexington and figured in several battles. The banner, which is now torn and faded, was borne by Mr. T. B. Beall, who wore his original Confederate uniform. Another of the ensigns in the procession of the North Carolina Veterans was the old battle flag of the 8th North Carolina Infantry, while the third was the battle flag of Manly Battery, of Raleigh, N. C. This command passed formal resolutions of acknowledgment and gratitude to the people of Richmond for their hospitality.

The entire programme was creditably conceived and happily executed, and the military ceremonies were thrilling at the close.

Confederate Veteran June 1893.

BRAVE CHARLES SNELLING AND HIS FATE.

BY R. B. COLEMAN, M'ALLISTER, IND. TER.

In Johnson County, Missouri, lived the most loyal of Southern people. At the breaking out of the war there lived about sixteen miles southeast of Warrensburg Charles Snelling, who was then assessor of the county. When Lyon went into the State Charles Snelling raised a company of Southern boys and went to the front at Boonville. After Clabe Jackson fell back to Carthage Snelling was detailed as recruiting officer, and returned to Johnson County, where he raised another company and took the men south. He delivered them to " Pap" Price, at Cow Skin, returned again to his old home and raised another company, stayed in the. county most of the winter of 1861, harrassing the Federals and State Militia, capturing a good many prisoners, among them General Veach and staff. As Blount's army was marching along the road, General Veach and staff were riding between two regiments, when Captain Snelling, with Dr. David Warren, Dr. Henry Owsly, a brother of the writer, and Dr. Roger Snelling, rode out of the bushes and captured General Veach, a Major Starr, I think, two captains and two orderlies, with a servant. They took them down on the creek and kept them all night near Dr. Hough's farm. When morning came they were paroled and sent back to Sedalia where they started from. Captain Snelling then went south and delivered his company to the main army.

In the spring of 1863 he was sent by General Price back to Missouri to recruit more troops, and had proceeded on his way as far as Grand River, in Henry County, where, in a desperate struggle he was captured and taken to Calhoun, in Henry County, by one Bill Weaver, who commanded, or rather followed, a lot of cut thoats called "Home Guards." Captain Snelling was tried by a court martial and convicted of being a "bushwhacker."

He was taken to Clinton, the county seat of Henry County, his coffin was prepared, the grave dug, and he placed on his coffin and taken to the grave, and there, within eighteen miles of his old widowed mother, was shot dead. When he was placed on his coffin a man commenced to bandage his eyes, when he said, "Don't do that, I am not afraid to die like a brave man." Thus was enacted one of the blackest crimes in the annals of the war, as Captain Snelling. was a regular commissioned officer of the Confederacy, and not a bushwhacker. But there had to be some excuse to murder helpless soldiers by men who were too cowardly to go to the front.

MRS. BATES WANTS HER FLAG THE NINTH TEXAS.

A friend writes from Arkansas: * * * Thinking you might trace it, here are the story and description of the flag. It was made of dark red bunting, with diagonal cross bars of white with blue stars or blue with white stars, and the names of the battles through which it had been carried Elkhorn, Iuka, Corinth and some others were put on in white cloth. It belonged to the 9th Texas cavalry, was. carried by Capt. J. C. Bates' company, and brought off the battle field by a private in his bosom for Captain Bates, who is now dead. His widow prized the flag above all things. At the time of the reunion at New Orleans Mrs. Bates loaned it to John Webb, who attended the meeting. He was expected to return it to Mrs. Bates at Paris, Texas. He did not bring it back, nor will he tell what he did with it. Mrs. Bates is very much grieved over its loss. Should you be able to hear about it and place Mrs. Bates in position to get it you would confer a very great favor on her.

Information about the flag will be gratefully received at this office.

Mrs. W. T. Ellis, Fort Worth, Tex., May 28: "Your request for authentic war incidents reminds me that I heard the first public address of General Lee to the people after he had resigned his position in the United States army. It was in April, 1861, the 21st, I think. I was in the same coach with General Lee, who was going from Alexandria to Richmond, Va. The fact that he was on the train soon became known, and at every stopping place the people cheered and cried for 'a speech from Lee.' At last, after urgent and repeated requests from some prominent gentlemen who accompanied him to 'say something to quiet the people,' he went on the platform when the cars stopped at Orange Court House and said, 'Gentlemen, I am a private citizen traveling to Richmond for orders.' He then stepped back quickly into the car and could not be induced to say anything more. I have always regarded it as characteristic of the modesty of this greatest of all great Virginians."

Confederate Veteran June 1893.

SHILOH CHURCH.

This sketch of Shiloh Church is copied from an original outline made on the second day of the battle (Monday), when Gen. Beauregard reviewed the line previous to the second line taking position on the right. The sketch does not show a gun that leaned against the house on the right of the front door, nor some officers' baggage tents that had been thrown down near the church.

W. W. Fergusson, President of Bradley Bivouac, is the author of the sketch, and honors the VETERAN by permission to make the first copy, and it is doubtless the only picture of Shiloh Church ever made. This good comrade promises other sketches, which may be looked for in the VETERAN.

THE GREAT BATTLE OF SHILOH.

The following extracts from an address on the Battle of Shiloh,' recently delivered before the Tennessee Historical Society by T. M. Hurst, are given in the VETERAN because of the fraternal spirit they breathe, as well as for their historic value. In the multiplicity of war histories the gathering of this great fleet seems to have been overlooked and forgotten.

Beginning his address, Mr. Hurst said: "In the evolution of civilization and the progress of human government wars have been necessary. By them the genius and energy of the ages have been aroused, and with the blood of human sacrifice nations have been made great. Every great war has had one decisive battle, in which a contrary event would have essentially varied the drama of the world in all its subsequent scenes, and these battles have for men an actual interest, both in the investigation of the chain of causes and effects by which government has reached its present standard, and in speculation as to what probably should have been if any one or all of them had come to a different termination.

In studying these battles it is probable that we would not all agree in the details that lead to nor the effects that follow them. 
They mark epochs and form new outlines of history and become altar places where men gave up their lives for the perpetuation of an idea, places where some current of late is turned back and where new impulses orignate.

The culture of Athens stands between us and the Asiatic despotisms that rise before us through the twilight of primeval history. 

''The English student regards with pleasure the growth of English ascendancy, and points with pride to English achievements in all that tends to make nations great, but back of English greatness lies the field of Hastings, which determined the course of English history for centuries, and marked the beginning of a decisive future for the English speaking people. 

For centuries the culture and energy of England have congregated in London, and the fashions and arts of France have sought an abiding place in Paris, but on the open plains near the village of Waterloo was ought the great battle that made a new map of Europe necessary, and that gave to the nineteenth century a history that shall outlive the British Museum or the towers of Notre Dame. " When the crumbling walls of feudalism shook Medieval Europe from center to circumference there came a western tidal wave that landed the Puritan and the Cavalier on the strange shores of an unexplored continent, and left them there, charged with the task and duty of building a new government that should demonstrate the practicability of triumphant democracy, a government broad as humanity, and comprehensive enough for every human interest wherein the fullest development of a cosmopolitan citizenship would be possible, and whereby every man could be made a peer and every man might enjoy the possibility of kingship Not a government for the Puritan alone, nor yet for the Cavalier, but a broader, higher government, in which should be blended the good in Puritanism with the heroism of chivalry, both merging with whatever else is noble in man into a comprehensive citizenship, whose history is yet to be written.

This work was taken up and prosecuted under difficulties and with conflicting differences of opinion that grew as it progressed until they finally culminated in the great Armageddon of the Western Hemisphere the battle of Shiloh the decisive battle in which were centered these vexing differences and by which were determined the conflicting issues of this new civilization, a battle that shall be catalogued along with Marathon, Chalons, Hastings, Blenheim, Pultawah, Valmy and Waterloo. 

When the time had fully come for the baptism of fire and blood that was necessay for the blending and remoulding of the nation, and when the uniformed hosts under flaunting banners stood ready to do the bidding of the god of war. they were not marshaled at Castle Garden nor in the streets of the National Capital. nor yet at the Golden Gate, neither were they deployed along the restless shores of the great lakes, or called to bivouac under the perfumed orange groves down by the gulf, but amid the. scrubby oaks and the broom sedge of the quiet woods, in the midst of which nestled a spireless meeting house, whose name will live in history when the flaring electric light flickers and grows dim in our Broadways, and when the twenty story buildings crumble in the bustling State streets. They gathered at Shiloh.
The speaker said it was not his purpose to name the hero of this battle, nor to criticize or compare its leaders, but to deal with it in reference to its general influence on our future history, and after suggesting them any controverted points concerning it and leaving them for individual study, he added: " No matter how varied our differences concerning the incidents of this battle, or the wisdom of the Generals who led its contending forces, we must agree that it. was a conflict of heroes, whose valor was only equalled on other American battle fields. The victorious soldier," he said, "is not always the bravest, nor is the successful General necessarily possessed of the greatest military tact. Cataline was as brave a soldier as Leonidas, and a much better General. Alva surpassed the Prince of Orange in the field, and Suwarrow was the military superior of Kosciusko, but a just comparison of American generalship is not possible to an American, and there are no degrees of heroism among American soldiers. They are all heroes. The men of Shiloh were all Americans, and the unmarked resting place of the man in gray and the terraced tomb of his brother in blue testify alike to the unflinching heroism of American soldiery, and the man who would dare snatch from either a single laurel is a coward and an ingrate."

Discussing the lines of battle, the movements of the contending armies from the first of January up to the battle, and commenting on the action of the different leaders, the letter of Mrs. W. H. Cherry, heretofore published in the VETERAN, was read, denying the charge of drunkenness made by his unfriendly critics against General Grant.

Discussing the movements of the armies further, Mr. Hurst said that in February, 1862, the Union army, "with a fleet of 167 vessels, not excelled in number by the Spanish Armada, nor in tonnage by any flotilla that ever broke the foam," was plowing its way up the Tennessee River to form a junction with the army under General Buell. "There is nothing in history that equals this fleet. We wonder at the stupendous proportions of the Royal Navy and the Spanish Armada, under the leadership of Lord Howard and the Duke de Medina Sedonia, without knowing, it may be, that in our own civil war there gathered in our beautiful Tennessee River a grander spectacle than either of these. Under the convoy of fourteen men of war, there came a fleet of l53 steamers, giving the river, when at their moorings at Savannah, the appearance of a grand, floating city of splendid palaces."
Here is a list of the vessels composing this fleet, We care not for the names of the vessels, but their publication will give a better comprehension of the magnitude of the fleet, and its contemplation will illustrate not only the powers against which the South contended through those four awful years, but will exalt us all in our estimate of the great civil war in America:

MEN OF WAR.

Alfred Robb, Key West,

Carondelet, Undine,

Conestoga, Taw Waw,

Brilliant. Paw Paw,

Tyler, Peasca,

Lexington, St. Clair,

Fair Play, Naurnkeg.

STEAMBOATS.

Autocrat, Empire City, Memphis,

Argyle, Emerald, Manhattan,

Aurora, Emlie, Mary E. Forsythe,

A. McDowell, Fort Wayne, Musselman,

Alex. Scott, Fannie Bullett, Minnehaha,

Anglo Saxon, Falls City, Marengo,

Americus, Forest Queen, Marble City,

Atha Waltham, Fannie Barker, New Uncle Sam,

Armada, Golden State, Nashville,

Adam Jacobs, Gray Eagle, Nebraska,

Belle of the West,Gossamer, Niagara,

Bostonia No. 1, Glendale, Ohio,

Bostonia No. 2, Gladiator, Ohio No, 3,

Boston, Hiawatha, Oriental,

B. J. Adams, Hazel Dell, Planet,

Baltic, Horizon, Poland,

Bay City, Havana, Prairie Rose,

Ben South, Henry Fitzhugh, Pink Varble,

Black Hawk, Iatan, Phantom,

City of Memphis, Iowa, Rocket,

City of Madison, Izetta, Rose Hamilton,

Clara Poe, Imperial, Rebeeca,

Chateau, Indiana, Sunny South,

Commercial, Jewess, Southwester,

Champion No. 2, J. W. Chapman, Saline,

Champion No. 4, Jno. D. Roe, S. W. Thomas,

Chancellor, J. B. Ford, Sir Win. Wallace,

Continental, John Taines, Sallie List,

Commerce, J. C. Swann, Shenango,

Charley Miller, J. B. Dickey, Spreadeagle,

City of Alton, J. W. Kennett, Silver Moon,

City Belle, Jesse K. Bell, Sunshine,

Charley Bowen, John Galt, Sciota,

Crescent City, John Bell, Silver Wave,

Clarionet, John Warner, St. Clair,

Coronet, J. W. Hailman, St. John,

Countess, J. S. Pringle, Sam Orr,

Diamond, Jonas Powell, Telegram No. 3,

Duet, Jas. H. Trover, T. L. McGill,

D. A. January, Jacob Poe, Tecumseh,

Demleith, Liberty, Tycoon,

D. J. Taylor, Lady Pike, T. J. Patton,

Evansville, Leonard, Tribune,

Elenora, Lewellen, Tigress,

Emma, Lancaster No. 3, Umpire,

Emma No. 2, Lancaster No. 4, Universe,

Empress, Lizzie Simmons, Wisconsin,

E. W. Failchild, Louisiana, Wild Cat,

Eugene, Leni Leoti, White Cloud,

Equinox, Masonic Gem, Westmoreland,

Edward Walsh, Meteor, Yorktown.

The Lexington and the Tyler were the first gunboats that went up the Tennessee River.

The Tigress was General Grant's flagship. The Henry Fitzhugh was the first boat to carry wounded Federal soldiers back from Pittsburg Landing.

In this great fleet the Glendale was the only boat with a calliope.
While at Savannah Governor Harvey, of Wisconsin, who was visiting officers of the 16th Wisconsin Regiment, stepped from the steamer Demleith into the river and was drowned.

Discussing the criticisms that have been made on General Johnston, the speaker said: "General Johnston did his best, and he did well for his cause, and his heroisim will be honored as long as heroism has an advocate and self sacrifice has a votary." And closing he said: "Other wars have settled the disputed questions of possession, or the right of possession of territory, they have settled questions of political expansions whereby one sect or nation was made greater, while the other was extinguished as a civilizing or controlling force, but no other great war has been fought by a great people among themselves for a great country in order that their country might be made greater.

The miracle and marvel of history! One great people with one great country, moved by one controlling idea, but simply differing as to methods, pass through the greatest fratricidal war the world ever saw, and came out still one people, with one flag, one patriotism and one country, only with an enlarged plan for the future and an intensified devotion to popular free government. 

' Shame on the man who dares impugn the motives of the hero who offered his life as a sacrifice on the altar of the Southern Confederacy, and cursed be he who would tear a single star from the grand banner that hangs its protecting folds to day over 65,000,000 free and happy people.

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