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1893

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November 1893

A SOUTHERN GIRL AT THE WORLD'S FAIR.

The name, Yandell, is honored throughout our Southland. The family of doctors, of which three, David, Lunsford, and William, were conspicuous in the war and afterward, were natives of Rutherford County, Tenn. Their father was an eminent doctor, mother was Miss Wendel, of Murfreesboro. The last named, Dr. Wm. M. Yandell, is in El Paso, Texas. The families of the other two reside in Louisville, Ky.

Dr. Lunsford Pitts Yandell was in the battle of Belmont, " the first fought in the West," when Gen. Polk called him from the ranks to the position of Surgeon. He was afterward made Staff Surgeon and Medical Inspector of Hardee's Corps. His account of the battle of Shiloh forms part of the War Records published by the Government at Washington.

A worthy tribute to this eminent family deserves a place in the VETERAN. This article, however, is to pay special tribute to the genius of a young lady of Louisville, who secured one of the three medals given to women by the World's Columbian Exposition at Chicago. Admirers of the Daniel Boone Statue there, placed in front of the Kentucky building, will be glad to know that it is her work. The sculptor, Miss Enid Yandell, is the eldest daughter of the late Dr. Lunsford P. Yandell. Her passion for form showed itself before she was five years old. She studied in the Cincinnati Art School under Rebisso, taking the four years' course in two years. She worked a year in Europe, and had the benefit of the acquaintance of many famous sculptors. She was called to Chicago by Mrs. Potter Palmer in August, 1891, to do some architectural sculpture on the Woman's Building, and remained there till the Columbian Exposition opened, working in the studio of Phillip Martinez. In January, 1893, the Filson Club, of Louisville, Ky., gave her an order for an heroic figure of Daniel Boone, which was placed in front of the Kentucky Building at the Fair.

She has a special gift for portraiture, and has made successful busts of Dr. D. W. Yandell, Mr. A. V. Dupont, Col. Durrett, Mrs. Locke, of New York, Mrs. F. S. Peabody, of Chicago, and many others. She has immense physical force, is a trained athlete, rides magnificently, can work sixteen hours a day, and is proud of being the daughter of a Confederate soldier. Her mother was Miss Elliston, of Nashville.

She has opened a studio in New York, but hopes for her greatest patronage from the South. She is at present making studies for a magnificent Confederate monument, to be erected in one of our Southern States.

WHEN GEN. LEE LOST HOPE OF SUCCESS.

HON. A. S. COLYAR, OF THE CONFEDERATE CONGRESS, TELLS ABOUT THE HAMPTON ROADS CONFERENCE.

Hon. Washington Gardner, of Michigan, who carried a gun in battle for the Union, and was severely wounded at Resaca, Ga., spent a few days in Nashville recently en route from Chickamauga, where he went as commissioner to locate points in the battleground. Although a private in the war, has been elevated to Department Commander of the Grand Army in Michigan. Mr. Gardner is an able minister, an astute lawyer, and a thrilling lecturer. While in Nashville his friend, Dr. Fred Dunn, invited him, Hon. A. S. Colyar, and the editor of the VETERAN, to Belle Meade, the magnificent farm of Gen. W. H. Jackson. Mr. Colyar was a member of the Confederate Congress, and is an active lawyer of ability. On the pleasant journey Mr. Gardner was entertained by a story that is now being made of record. Mr. Colyar has written about it as follows :

S. A. Cunningham Dear Sir: In answer to your request I give you what, in substance, I related to you and Mr. Gardner the other day. The Hampton Roads effort at settlement, in which Messrs. Hunter, Stephens, and Campbell acted as commissioners, came about in the following manner: John B. Baldwin, of Virginia, member of the House of Representatives, and who was a Colonel under Gen. Lee during the first year of the war, said to me one night in December, 1864, that he was greatly depressed, as Gen. Lee had that day informed him that the cause for which he was fighting had to fail that he would be compelled to give up Richmond and disband his army for the want of supplies. Mr. Baldwin said he hardly felt that he had the courage to say what ought to be said in the House, as he knew Mr. Davis and many members of the House still believed the war could be prosecuted to a successful termination. Before we separated it was agreed that he, Mr. Baldwin, should introduce into the House a resolution for the appointment of a committee to inquire into our ability to carry on the war. This Mr. Baldwin did the next day in secret session. The resolution was promptly passed and the committee  ppointed. Mr. Baldwin, perhaps the ablest man in the House, was made chairman. I, with several other members, was put on the committee. The first thing the committee did was to take the deposition of Gen. Lee. Then the evidence of other general officers was taken. Gen. Lee said in his evidence that he would be compelled to give up Richmond and disband his army for the want of supplies, and in answer to a direct question put by the chairman, he said he could devise no means of carrying on the war. The other general officers sustained him.

The taking of this proof lasted some time, I can not now remember how long, but we were waiting on some witnesses. This evidence created in the committee a profound impression. The feeling was that another battle ought not to be fought that the further shedding of blood was useless. The report made to the House produced a discussion that was by no means free of acrimony. It was hoped and believed that Mr. Davis would at once take some steps looking to a settlement. This was not done, and after consulting Gen. Atkins and others, and after conferring with Mr. Stephens, who was Vice President, and getting his consent to act, I wrote the resolutions which Mr. Stephens himself rewrote and reformed and afterward introduced them in secret session, asking the President to appoint Stephens, Hunter, and Campbell to confer with Mr. Lincoln on the subject of bringing the war to a close. While the debate was progressing, and before a vote was taken, a member, Mr. Barksdale, of Mississippi, intimated that the commission would be created if the debate was stopped, and that no vote need be taken. Thereupon Mr. Davis appointed Mr. Hunter, of Virginia, Mr. Campbell, of Louisiana, and Mr. Stephens. But as Mr. Stephens informed me when he came back, and I think he substantially states it in his book, the conditions of the authority forbade any settlement except on the basis of independence.

Mr. Stephens was of opinion when he returned that Mr. Lincoln was willing the Union being restored, slavery having already been abolished that the war should end, and all Federal troops be withdrawn from the Southern States, and leaving the Southern State governments intact just as they were before the war. In other words, trusting the Southern people to keep the agreement without force, or coercion through territorial government. The specific instructions given the commissioners were not known to Congress, certainly not to the House of representatives, and when the commissioners returned and reported a failure a great effort was made by public meetings to intensify the war feeling. One great meeting was held in Richmond, where Mr. Benjamin was the principal speaker.

Mr. Colyar does not report all of this conversation. Mr. Gardner asked him about Mr. Davis, raising the question of his faith in final success, and he replied that Mr. Davis evidently believed that Providence would eventually overrule for the Confederacy, as was the result of Washington's struggle for American independence.

DOMESTIC LIFE OF GEN. JOHN C. BRECKINRIDGE.

Hon. Clifton B. Breckinridge, member of Congress from Arkansas, writes to the New York World in reply to a scandalous article about his parents. He quotes this paragraph from the vile publication:

When the Confederacy fell John C. Breckinridge escaped from the coast of Florida in a small vessel, remained several years in Europe, and, it is said, on his return met his wife by accident on the streets of Lexington. After the long separation, under painful and pathetic conditions, the lady, forgetting or indifferent to the spot and surroundings, rushed to his arms, seeking an embrace, under a perfectly natural and proper impulse. ' Madam,' he is reported to have said, ' let us not have a scene on the street.' The incident may have been exaggerated by the report, but it was illustrative of the cold care which Breckinridge always displayed in his dignity before the public.

Mr. B. writes: "A brief recital of the facts of this period will show how false and impossible this story is. At the beginning of the war my father left Kentucky quietly and hastily. An order for his arrest was in town, which fact was communicated to him by a Union lady, a very dear friend of the family. He told us of his danger, and of the need of secrecy, and we bade him good bye as he drove out in a buggy, apparently to take an evening drive. After the battle of Perryville, about the close of the first year of the war, I took my mother South, and she shared with my father the hardships of those times, and to some extent she even shared with him the dangers of battle.

When Richmond fell my father was the Confederate Secretary of War, and he and my mother were keeping house in that city. Of course he left her in Richmond when he rode out to join Lee's army, then on the retreat from Petersburg. 

After his escape to Cuba, which island he reached in a small boat, seventeen feet long, and after a trip of great hardship and peril, he sailed for Europe. After spending a few weeks in Europe he came to Canada, where he was at once joined by my mother. She stayed with him during his term of exile, and returned with him to Lexington when he was permitted to come home. Their married life of more than thirty years was happy, and unmarred by any such sentiments or experiences. * * *

Soldiers without number recall the quiet and beautiful little woman who hung upon the edge of battle, and sometimes was even in its midst with ambulance, lint and bandages to minister to her husband and those who fought with him. They recall how she carried the gallant Graves from Murfreesboro, comforted the noble Hanson, mangled and dying, faced the artillery of Sheridan in the Valley of Virginia, and moved, a ministering angel, among the hospitals of the Confederacy. Her husband's first care was to honor her, and to send her messages of comfort and cheer. These men know how false these statements are, and it is from the balance of the world that I seek to turn the effect of the tongue of slander, and before them that I seek to defend the memory of the dead.

MEMORIAL DAY THE SOUTH'S TERM.

At its regular meeting in October Frank Cheatham Bivouac adopted the report of a committee recommending that on the third Friday in November of each year there shall be held Confederate commemoration exercises. It is the purpose to make the occasion a public one, and to invite the cooperation of ex Confederate and associate organizations in the city. The programme of exercises will consist of a. few short addresses, music consisting of familiar Southern songs, and the calling of the roll of the Bivouacs. Each living member will answer to his name, and when the name of a dead member is called from the roll a, surviving comrade will answer and pay a brief tribute to the character and service of the deparated Confederate.

Wm. H. Pope, Superintendent Maryland Line Confederate Soldiers' Home, Pikeville, Oct. 17: I see by the Baltimore Sun that the Frank Cheatham Bivouac, of Nashville, has resolved to institute a Confederate Commemoration Day, to be observed in November of each year. I don't like the word " Commemoration," or any other departure from the original Confederate word, "Memorial." The word "Memorial" was adopted by the Maryland Confederates shortly after the war, and has been generally used throughout the South. It is distinctively Confederate in its origin and use, and I would suggest to all Confederate societies to adhere to it. The Federals' annual day of observance is known as " Decoration Day," having been made so by an act of Congress, and the 30th day of May named as the date. In Maryland there is annually a Decoration Day and a Memorial Day. The two words are expressive not only of the nature of the observance, but also of the people who participate therein Nowithstanding the fact that the Decoration Day of observance is named by law, yet in some localities they seem disposed to use the Confederate word, " Memorial," and thus attempt to deprive us of that distinctive expression. It therefore behooves every Confederate and every Confederate society to adhere to and use only the word ''Memorial" to express all such occasions.

Now, a little insight into thie way we do in Maryland: We have no ex Confederate societies, but several large, strong, and active Confederate societies. We have never mixed in any manner with the other side have no joint reunions, no joint banquets, no decoration or memorial days in common. In fact, we do not mix, we go our way and they go theirs, and we find we gain more respect by so doing. We do not belong to that class of Confederates that believed they were right. We knew we wore right in 1861, we knew we were right when the war closed, and we know today that we were right.

Now, Mr. Editor, one word more. Whenever you come to Baltimore I want you to come about the first Tuesday in the month, the day of our regular monthly meeting. I want you to see a live Confederate association, composed of the kind of people I have been telling you about. I want you to see our Soldiers' Home, the best Home in the United States, with no exceptions. I feel that you will be better qualified to edit the VETERAN when you have seen the best and most flourishing Confederate society in existence, and the best Home in the land.


HENRY GRADY'S FATHER IN THE BATTLE OF THE CRATER. 

Garland S. Ferguson, of the Twenty fifth North Carolina, at a large Confederate reunion held at Waynesville, N. C., in October, paid this tribute to Maj. Henry Grady, father of Henry W. Grady, of Georgia: "I can never forget the 30th of July, 1864, in front of the crater. My Colonel and Lieutenant Colonel were in the hospital with wounds and sickness, my Captain dead on the field, and my senior Lieutenants in the hospital, how the good old Major Grady, with 250 of the Twenty fifth North Carolina Regiment, and a remnant of the Twenty sixth South Carolina, Stood between Grant's army and the city of Petersburg, for two long hours, until Mahone brought reinforcements, how, with that handful of brave Carolinians, he held back fourteen regiments of Federal troops, the coolness and courage with which he walked the line of his men, directed the manner of their firing, and checked every advance movement of the enemy, while he saw of his best and most beloved officers and true and tried men carried from the field either dead or badly wounded, how he led the gallant charge which, alter a hand to hand fight, drove the enemy from our works with a loss of 6,000, and fell mortally wounded just as victory perched on our banners. Never Sparta had braver representatives or Thermopylea more courageous defense, yet North Carolina does not note how he died in her cause, or Virginia in her defense. * * * The Petersburg papers gave the credit of the victory to Mahone and the Virginians, which was won by the courage and blood of the North Carolinians under the command of Major Grady." * * *

Maj. Grady's connection with the North Carolina regiment occurred in this way: His company was raised close by the North Carolina line, and at that time Georgia volunteers were only taken for six months, whereas they wanted to enlist for a year, and consequently they became a part of the Twenty fifth North Carolina.

Robert S. Sparkman, of Greenwood, S. C., adds a a postscript: This makes twenty three subscribers from Greenwood that I have gotten for you, and if every tenth subscriber would do as well I think you then would have the best journal in all the hand.

Capt. Biscoc Hindman, Commander Hindman Sons of Veterans, Nashville : It was a source of the keenest regret to me that I was unable to be present at the Jackson reunion. Aside from the fact that it was my duty to be on hand by reason of my official position with the Sons of Veterans, I had looked forward with great pleasure to this reunion.

CONFEDERATE MONUMENT AT CLARKSVILLE.

The Confederate Monument at Clarksville, Tenn., was dedicated to its holy purpose October 25th. Hon. D. N. Kennedy, President of the Association, made a concise and comprehensive statement of its history. The monument was determined upon early after the war, when poverty was everywhere in the Southland. He said that although a quarter of a century had elapsed the people had never lost sight of their resolve to erect it. " While the cause was lost to our people, the principle will live on forever. We might have long since erected a monument, but were determined to make it an honor and a credit. In June, 1888, the Forbes Bivouac appointed a committee charged with the effort to raise the money. The committee was not all of old soldiers, but was comprised entirely of true men. It is a singular circumstance that six of the fourteen committeemen appointed in 1888 have died. Five sleep in these grounds, but the committee never faltered in its work. Places of the dead were supplied. We asked the ladies of this county, who are always true to the right, to co operate with us, and while our committee had become almost hopeless the women worked right on, and before we were aware of it had raised more than one thousand dollars. Two years ago nearly three thousand dollars were subscribed at a public meeting one night. Again, at a meeting when Senator Bate, the lamented Marks, and Dr. Jones were with us, one thousand dollars more was raised. Still there was not enough. Then the boys of the Hook and Ladder Company came to our rescue. They were too young to be Confederates, but had Confederate blood, and it will never die. These young men had a fund of $2,500 which they said they would give to the monument provided the $5,000 besides was all secured. Hence, the means for this magnificent structure."

The speaker was not a soldier, which was because of his ill health, but he went with the boys and stayed with them to the end. In emphasizing the benefit of the monument he said it would be a protection against slanders that may be started against parents of children now growing up. It will stand as an honor to their fathers to their patriotism and courage.
Gilmer Bell, Esq., of Hopkinsville, Ky., who had grown up after the war, responded to calls for an address, which he made in patriotic fervor. He emphasized the words of the President in saying it was better that the monument was erected today than if it had been done immediately after the war. It was a finer tribute to the men in whose honor it was erected. Mr. Bell illustrated by describing an idol in some Mexican ruins which represented a sentiment almost blotted from the memory of men, and yet on the morning following some one had crowned its stony brow with flowers. The mother who sent her boy to the war was as much a patriot as the good soldier he made. The cause for which they fought is ours, a heritage and a legacy which will not deluge the country again, but which will be a lasting honor to the deeds of our ancestors, despite the shallow partisan babbling of demagogues. The spirit that prompted men to battle in that cause will live as long as there is any Southland.

Butler Boyd, Esq., Vice President of the Forbes Bivouac, gave what he called a synopsis of the speech that Hon. S. F. Wilson would have made if present, the leading feature of which would have been his advocacy of proper education of our children. He made a fine address.

The Monument is not inferior to the best Confederate Monument yet erected. Although it did not cost as much by some thousands of dollars as others, it was completed under advantageous circumstances, which more than make up for the difference. It is made of Vermont granite, which is said to be the firmest and most durable substance known. Its height is forty eight feet three inches, and nine by thirteen feet at the base. A Confederate soldier in colossal bronze. with gun, etc., surmounts the shaft, making the total height forty eight feet three inches. A Confederate officer and artilleryman are on lower pedestals. They are life size. All the figures are carved from photographs of Confederate soldiers. The inscriptions on the monument are, " In honor of the heroes who fell while fighting for us in the army of the Confederate States, 1861 1865." Under this the words, "Confederate Memorial." On the opposite panel, " Though adverse fortune denied final victory to their undaunted courage, history preserves their fame, made glorious forever."
An unhappy event occurred just as the statues were being unveiled. An artillery company from Nashville was firing salutes, and young John Webber, one of the gunners, was so situated that by a premature discharge of the cannon his right arm was destroyed.

The list of little girls representing the States as named in the dedication is as follows: Robbie Luckett, Tennessee, Mary Owen, Texas, Fannie Herndon, South Carolina, Fannie Shelley, Alabama, Emma Tyler, Kentucky, Kate Anderson, North Carolina, Sarah Johnson, Virginia, Annie Bringhurst, Louisiana, Sarah Berney, Mississippi, Lucy Bailey, Arkansas, Beulah McAuley, Maryland, Mary Gracey, .Florida, Mildred Johnson, Missouri, Josie N. Munford, Georgia.

A LONG LOST BIBLE. Pat Cleburne Camp has a Bible which was picked up on a battle field in Kentucky in 1861 by a Federal soldier, and which the Camp purposed sending by one of its delegates to the reunion at Birmingham, had the reunion not been deferred, in order to make the effort to find its owner, or his people. Deeming the columns of the VETERAN a surer way of finding the owner of this book, or his heirs, we beg that this notice may be inserted. The Bible is thus inscribed: "Presented to Master I. H. Stewart by the M. E. Church Sabbath school, Jackson Station, Mississippi Conference, July 4, 1851." This book was picked up by Elauson K. Teed, a Federal soldier, and presented to his uncle, James Shepard, at Nicholasville, Ky., on September 6, 1863, and turned over by the said Shepard to a comrade of this Camp with the request that the Camp exert itself to find the owner or his heirs. If this notice reaches I. H. Stewart or any of his people, they can obtain the Bible by addressing the Adjutant of Pat Cleburne Camp, J. G. Fennel, or W. C. Cooper, Waco, Texas.

There are some important issues which it is believed the VETERAN can handle effectively if its friends continue to increase and remain as strong as they have in the past. This topic will be discussed in December,
CAREER OF GEN. GIDEON J. PILLOW.

One of the most pathetic memories I have of any picture during the war, was on the Saturday afternoon that Hood's army closed up on Columbia. It was a few miles out on the Mt. Pleasant Turnpike and in view of the magnificent home of Gen. Gideon J. Pillow. It happened that in going down the slope separating an ajoining hill from his residence, the General and his staff passed my line of march. His face was inexpressibly sad, but I did not know then, as I afterward learned, the many causes for that depression. Among the papers on file for review by the VETERAN, is a statement by the General of his financial troubles, and the history is an important record. He said it was true that he had with great reluctance gone into bankruptcy, and then explains that he was appointed in 1861, as Senior Major General of the Army of Tennessee, which army was fixed by law at fifty five thousand men. The appointment was made by the Governor and confirmed by the State Legislature. He was commissioned on the 6th of May, 1861, and his headquarters were established at Memphis.

He recites that the State had expended its arms in the Mexican War and that no others had been issued to it by the General Government. When the Confederate War was imminent, application was made to President Lincoln, who pertinently asked the Governor, " What does Tennessee want with arms now? "

The General became involved to a large coal company of Pittsburg by having ordered its seizure for the Confederate Government. Tennessee had absolved itself from all obligations to the Federal Union, its army had to be organized and equipped, and the whole State was, as it were, a military encampment. The proceeds for coal sold by the Pittsburg company were turned over to the State, and all the remainder was applied to military purposes. The General was sued in the Circuit Court at Memphis for one hundred and twenty five thousand dollars damages, which resulted in a judgment against him for thirty eight thousand five hundred dollars. After this a new trial was granted, at which the General's claims as a belligerent were not allowed. He then appealed to the Legislature, to Governor Brown and afterward to Governor Porter, who manifested sympathy, but proposed no measure for relief. He states: " Being then abandoned by the State, whose commission I bore and whom I served with so much zeal and fidelity, and being without means of paying so large a sum for the State, I must submit to the judgment of the courts of the country and take my fate. My once large estate was swept away by the war, and I am left at my advanced age without means of support other than the earnings of my professional labors.
Sued under such circumstances, and fifteen years after the events, when the whole nation is anxious to draw the veil of oblivion over the bloody history of the past, I am pursued by an unrelenting purpose of these plaintiffs. Step by step they track me up, and hound after me as their victim, and are determined, with the aid of harsh rulings of the courts, to take judgments against me for these whole claims, including the money paid into the treasury by my orders. 
My own ante war debts have all been settled except one, and that is not large. My late debts I could pay without serious inconvenience. I do not go into bankruptcy to avoid even these debts, but as I cannot pay that and all my other debts, I have no alternative left but to bow my head in humility and give up all I have that my creditors may distribute it, and the plaintiffs in these suits will get their pro rata.

I had served the Government of the United States throughout the Mexican War, and not without success and some reputation.

For taking up arms against the National Government the penalty was the loss of an estate largely over two million dollars. Its loss, though it was the fruits of the labor of forty years of the prime of my life, gave me less anguish than the humiliation of bankruptcy."

HIS CAREER IN THE MEXICAN WAR.

In the investment of Vera Cruz, General Pillow, though doubly exposed from being the only one on horseback, dashed at the head of his men in the thickest of the fire, and, driving the enemy from their cover, pursued them up the hill and soon dislodged those that were stationed there, and the gallant Second Tennessee unfurled their banner upon the heights.

At Cerro Gordo, General Pillow received a wound in the arm, though continuing in command, from the effects of which he never entirely recovered.

General Pillow led the advance forces in the storming of Chepultepec, and was shot down at the head of his command, just at the foot of the hill, his ankle being badly shattered by a grape shot. Just behind his victorious troops he was borne wounded into the castle amidst their enthusiastic cheers. The fall of Chepultepec rendered necessary the fall and complete surrender of the beautiful capital of the Mexican Republic.

Upon the conclusion of the Mexican War, General Pillow returned to his home in Maury County, where he engaged in planting. In this he was eminently successful, and amassed a vast fortune in Tennessee and Arkansas.

HE FOUGHT FOR THE CONFEDERACY.

His first engagement in the late war was at Belmont, Mo., opposite Columbus, Ky., where he was eminently successful against General Grant. At Fort Donelson, General Pillow favored another fight for the position or for the escape of the army. General Floyd at first sided with him, but finally yielded to the arguments of General Buckner, although he would not surrender the army, for he feared the Federal Government would not treat him as a prisoner of war, because of the charges against him as an enemy of the United States Government while Secretary of War under Mr. Buchanan. General Pillow declined to make the surrender, but said he would if the command was given to him by General Floyd for the purpose of surrender, pass it to General Buckner, who officially made the surrender. Before this was done, however, General Floyd embarked his Virginia troops upon steamers which arrived from above. General Pillow and a portion of his staff crossed to the opposite bank of the Cumberland, and made their way to Clarksville. Upon reaching Decatur, Ala.. with the retiring army, General Pillow was relieved from duty.

Upon the close of the war the General found that his vast estate had been swept away as by a fire. Borrowing money enough from one of his former slaves to come to Nashville, he prevailed upon a friend to go to Washington and obtain from President Johnson his pardon. He commenced the cultivation of his farm in Maury County, and of his plantations in Arkansas, in 1866, the disastrous year to cotton planters.

General Pillow was twice married, first to Miss Mary Martin, of Columbia (sister of the late Judge William P. Martin), who left a large family of children, all grown. After the fall of the Confederacy, he married a Mrs. Trigg, of Louisiana, with three small children. He had two brothers, the late Maj. Granville A. and Jerome B. Pillow, three sisters, Mrs. Geo. W. Martin, Mrs. Judge West H. Humphries and Mrs. Gov. Aaron V. Brown.

Mrs. Amanda P. Brown, of Memphis, has a valued souvenir of her father's. It is an elegant gold headed cane, engraved: "Lieut. J. R. Bennett, 15th Infantry, to Major General Pillow, Por Suvalor, at Chepultepec, 13th September, 1847." The cane is a part of a limb broken off by the shot that wounded the General.

Mrs. Brown is the eldest of the children, the youngest, Robert G. Pillow, of Little Rock, is the only son. The other daughters are Narcissa P. Mitchell, Helena, Ark., Lizzie P. Johnson, Atlanta, Ga., Annie P. Wade, Sallie P. Williams and Gertrude P. Haynes, Nashville, and Alice P. Fargason, Memphis. General Pillow died October 8, 1878, near Helena, Ark.

J. R. Wiles, Pembroke Ky.: " It does my old Confederate heart good to know we have a paper by which we can communicate with each other. I belonged to the 3rd Virginia cavalry, under J. E. B. Stuart, was wounded twice, and still don't get a pension. Send extra copy and I will send you some more names."

Wm.. McFarlin, Wheelock, Texas: "I have been taking the CONFEDERATE VETERAN since January. It is a great publication, and I approve of it in every sense. I am an old Confederate myself, and like to hear from my comrades of the lost cause. I entered the service in 1862, and was wounded on the last day of April in 1864, at Youman's Ferry, Saline, Ark."
MEMORIAL ADDRESS CONFEDERATE.

There is something in the following address which gets so close to the heart that, although delivered away back in May, its reproduction in the VETERAN appears not only proper but necessary. The orator is Rev. W. Dudley Powers, of Henderson, Ky.:

The history of a nation is made at mighty cost. It is never its destiny to grow unto greatness and renown peacefully. But through struggle and fear, danger and bloodshed, it must press its way upward, and these incidents of its progress involve all classes of the nation's people. No one is exempt from some part of the responsibility, no one is exempt from a proportion of the cost. That all were taxed and staggered under something of the burden and pain may not be known to the many, but it is none the less true. The leaders representing the people, and becoming the recognized centers of movement and force, are given the fame, and show forth in their exaltation the glory of the people's success. They represent the success as they represented the effort of the whole nation. No country has been an exception to this hard rule of struggle and pain in its development.

This, our native land, born in war, passed from its childhood to early maturity through a struggle more desperate, more terrible, more bloody, more costly. It may be there was necessity for it. I can not tell. But it is a fact.

In that day which marked the transition from an automatic experiment to the establishment of a nation, men stood arrayed against men for principles, principles great in fact and great in difference. There was conscientiousness and resolution, and the courage and stamina to support both. The arbitrament of war then made decision. And one array, proud in their defeat, proud because remembrance kept sacred many a gallant victory and many a brave deed, proud because, as their peerless commander in chief told them, "the satisfaction which proceeds from the consciousness of duty faithfully performed " was theirs forever, yielded not their principles, but their attempt to establish them as the fundamental part of a government. Brave men may quit the battle, but brave men do not relinquish and abandon principles because a battle was lost. Other processes of reasoning alone can effect that.

In that terrible war, from all the people of the Southland came the cost. The fairest and the noblest of the Sunny, South's manhood were laid in the graves of the battle field, or maimed and invalid returned to wrecked homes, living memorials of the hard fight and heroic sacrifice. From matron and maid, from old man and child, the mighty cost in tears was gathered. There was work for all, and distress for all, and it was done, it was borne. Oh, the cost of this factor in a nation's history! Oh, the cost in our own! Do you see that simple headstone? It marks the spot where was laid the body of one in the flush and gallantry of manhood, stained with blood and in the dress of the soldier. And far away, where the flowers bloom long interludes between winter's chills, fair women were bathed in tears and mourned.
Somebody's watching and waiting for him, 
Yearning to hold him again to her heart, 
And there he lies with his blue eyes dim, 
And the smiling, child like lips apart. 
* * * * * 
Somebody's darling slumbers there.

331 Confederate Veteran November 1893.

And the old man tottered toward his grave with a broken heart.

One still night the barrel of a rifle flashed in the moonlight, and its silent messenger sped into that thicket,

No sound save the rush of the river, 
While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, 
And the picket's off duty forever.

Many a hero unnamed, but thank God never forgotten, is camped in the " bivouac of the dead."

Like as in the early days so now men rose out of the multitude into greatness. And the South saw her already long roll of honor increased by many a name which makes her history glorious. I can not speak of their deeds of valor, their soldier work, or their states craft and economy in legislative hall or executive mansion. They did their work well. There is not time today for more. But of that character which lifts up memory of their work to a higher pedestal, and that strength, the soul of patriotism and enthused of Christ, which ennobled their own nobility, which we must ever remember and cherish, I must speak.

I intend no discrimination by any omission, but omission for time's sake must be made. Every man of that now silent host in gray, heroes as they were, lives in the heart of a warm hearted people.

On Fame's eternal camping ground, 
Their silent tents are spread, 
And glory guards the hallowed round, 
The bivouac of the dead.
Rank and file, staff and chieftain have for the most part now fallen asleep. I point you today to the great trio of the old triumphs, who sleep now, who live now in the memory of chivalry and honor and fame.

He who for his Christian strength and bravery, as well as for his desperate resolution in battle, a Stonewall before evil as before the enemy, wa.s made dear to every Southern heart, and whose name is written in the imperishable annals, was the first of these mighty men and earnest Christians to lay down his sword and go home to his Father's house.

This is the description of him found all bloody in the breast of a dead soldier of the old Stonewall Brigade, after one of the battles in the Shenandoah Valley:

Silence! Ground arms! Kneel all! Caps off! 
Old 'Blue Light's' going to pray, 
Strangle the fool that dares to scoff, 
Attention ! It's his way. 
Appealing from his native sod 
In forma pauperis to God, 
' Lay bare thine arms,' stretch forth thy rod. 
Amen ! That's Stonewall's way. 

He's in the saddle now, fall in. 
Steady! the whole brigade. 
Hill's at the ford, cut off, we'll win 
His way out, ball and blade. 
What matter if our shoes are worn

What matter if our feet are torn"

Quick step! We're with him before dawn

That's Stonewall Jackson's way,"

When the tide of war had ebbed, and peace was spreading abroad its blessings, another stopped his work in a fair sunset, and went home to live in "the peace that passeth all understanding." In him were all the elements that make character and greatness, and he used and developed them to the full. The American without a peer, the soldier of the century,

the gentleman without a fault, the man of gentleness and dignity, a sublimity of manhood, and a servant and follower of the Christ. They have laid his body to rest where the flowing river murmurs in the fair hills of Virginia.

Peace , come away, the song of woe 
Is after all an earthly song.
Now they solemnly toll the bell, and say the beautiful service for the burial of the dead over the body of another. He is dead Jefferson Davis, the President of the Confederate States of America, is dead. A long life of storms, and work, and patience, and yet a life full of satisfaction, has been his. I say a life of satisfaction, because it has been a life characterized by devotion and zeal in an honest and patriotic purpose, and the consciousness of integrity, and effort to govern itself by an unchanging principle. His death brings back the past, and from an appreciative and distressed people persuades a sincere note of woe.

During four years he sought to execute, at any cost of self, his trusts, and did the undertaking fail of accomplishment and in a nation's complete history who can say it did? it was through no lack of industry or zeal on his part. I can not tell you the many questions of nice diplomacy, the many problems of statescraft, the disturbances and difficulties of a provisional government, whose unraveling and solution he had to work out. Every hour brought forth dangers and difficulties in the field and in the executive mansion. Every success was but a partial and temporary remedy for a multiplicity of pains and burdens. I can not tell you how he suffered as he doubted, as he dared. I can not tell you how at midnight, and before the dawn, his countenance was disturbed with care and anxiety, nor how his indomitable will upheld him and drove back fears and forecasted ills. No man may detail the struggle of his great mind or the afflictions of his devoted spirit in that four years of self sacrificing life. But this we know, his was a stainless career, no taint mars his character, his record is free of reasonable accusation. He was not faultless no man is, but his faults were few and only in the natural ratio of his humanity. His political motive may be seen in his inaugural: " Moved by no interest or passion," he said, " to invade the rights of others, anxious to cultivate peace and commerce with all nations, if we may not hope to avoid war, we may at least expect that posterity will acquit us of having needlessly engaged in it." He was confident of the holiness of his purpose, and patriotic in his estimate of his people. He was determined in his course, and full of hope in the weighing of himself and his brave following.

In memory, as in life, he stands a man firm in the governing principles of his life, a patriot of undoubted integrity, great endurance, and unmoved resolution, the pride of a proud people, who honor themselves in honoring him. Mark his life before these four years, and you see the prophecy of what he was in them. Mark that which followed, and it is only what should have been, expected, the patient and dignified ending of a noble manhood.

But what use for me to attempt to paint such a life as his or that of his great generals? Such a painting requires the skilled tongue of a great master. If you would know my thoughts and measure, or that of any Southern man or woman, of any one of these three, tear open the breast, and read what is written on the heart, interpret a sob, and understand the language of tears. With sobs and tears only can Southern men and women tell the appreciated story of these lives.

But we may find their explanation Genius christianized, made godly. They were men who, knowing God, loved God, men who, seeing Christ, followed Christ. They were praying men, and so became men of strength, under and through God they lived and did great things. They were the products of that force called Christianity, which is the means furnished by God for the perfection of His people, and the exemplars of that love of country whose soul is the breath of a holy religion that completes its deathless heroism in a rich enthusiasm of the spirit of sacrifice and contempt for danger. No braver picture can be presented to my eyes than the soldier in prayer, and that of the President of the Confederate States on bended knees in St. Paul's, Richmond, asking God for direction in his work and in his conduct, loses nothing by comparison.

As co patriots we cherish his memory, and as Christians we give him praise, and thank God for his example.

Be proud, ye Presbyterians, of the product of your Church in the immortal Jackson, and ye Churchmen, glory in the great and godly life builded unto that priceless standard seen in Robert E. Lee and Jefferson Davis. .

O men and women of the South, I would that I were equal to the telling of the story of Southern courage, and the Southron's deeds in the desperate time of our history. I would that I could speak fair eulogy of that life in memory of which we are gathered together here, but the pathos of the story and of the life crushes my heart and stills my tongue. He whom we loved is dead, and we are afflicted. He who lived fair Christian life is asleep, and we revere his name and give token of our affliction and praise.

We drift with time from the sad days of the war, and remembrance is broken by the busy matters of today. But the cost of this part of the nation's history we are still in part paying, for remembrance comes back, sorrow and disappointment, thought of defeated plans and foiled hopes are still ours, and must be ours, and should be ours.

But these feelings should come as to Christian men and women. Hate and dislike should find no resting place in the hearts of the true and the Christian, and friendship's firm and lasting quality should be made with the once honorable enemy. Our feelings are our own, and no man has a right to ask us to abandon them, but enmity is unchristian, and no man should indulge it.

In that patient, resigned life of Mr. Davis, when in chains and in peril of his life, in his twenty five years under the ban, hearing many a cruel word of unjust condemnation and scorn, in that quiet, unwavering life, which spoke no word of vituperation, nor made retaliatory speech, indignant but dignified, suffering but without discontent, we see a noble manhood, a true Christian life. He is an example: we may learn of him.

Take down the old flag, men. It has a glorious record. Furl it, and put it away. It hurts. It brings back the past. Put it away, it must not fly to the breeze again. By and by, take it from its refuge and show it to the child, and tell him why 'twas raised, and who marched under its stars and bars. It was the ensign of true men, who fought for what they believed right, and prayed for what they fought. Put it away: it is torn and worn almost out. Put it away. Farewell, old flag. We loved thee once, thou shalt not be forgotten.

Furl that banner softly, slowly, 
Treat it gently , it is holy, 
And it droops above the dead.
Touch it not, unfurl it never, 
Let it droop there, furled forever, 
For its people's hopes are dead.

Unless, indeed, you undo the red and blue folds, torn and shot marked, to tell again its story to them who should know of the South's honor and the South's bravery.

Bury the body, men. Its life is gone. It fought the fight. It kept the faith. It has finished its course. Put it away in the quiet of the earth's bosom to rest. It hurts. It brings back the past. Put it away, and the life shall not be forgotten. It shall be shrined in the soul of a warm hearted people forever. By and by, take its name and its story from their sacred keep, and tell them to the child. He was the type and leader of many men. who died and suffered for what we believed right. Farewell, old chieftain, loved of thy people. Thy grave shall be honored and thy truth and faithfulness written on the pages of a fadeless memory. Farewell! Thou hast died a Christian's death, and thou sleepest in a patriot's grave. Memory of thee will live in the South's great heart, and thy soul, we believe, is forever in happiness with God. Farewell

Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, for they rest from their labors and their works do follow them.

Boom on again, ye red mouthed artillery about Richmond, and thunder the soldier's glory, and the soldier's honor, and the soldier's peace.

Boom on, as in the days when "Close up" sounded the stern order, and obedience was gallantly given:

'' By all we hope, by all we love,

Close the ranks! dose the ranks 

By home on earth, by heaven above,

Close the ranks! close the ranks

By all the tears and heart's blood shed,

By all our host of martyred dead,

We'll conquer, or we'll share their bed,

Close the ranks! close the ranks

Our Southern cross above us waves,

Long shall it bless the sacred graves

Of those who died, but were not slaves.

Close the ranks! close the ranks! "

O Memory, Memory! Boom on, our hearts, our souls respond. Forward, Guide Right, March'. Reverse Arms! Muffle that drum! Farewell! Silence

Glory guards the solemn round, 
The Bivouac of the Dead.

P. A. Greene, Seale, Ala.: "I am in full sympathy with you and your publication. I went through the entire war, and was in all the campaigns in Virginia. Maryland, and Pennsylvania, from the first battle of Manassas to the retreat from Petersburg. I was captured three days before the surrender of Gen. Lee, and was in Washington in the old capitol prison when Lincoln was assassinated, from which place I was sent to Johnson's Island, Ohio, and released July 18, 1865."

TENNESSEE IN THE WAR.

CONTRIBUTED BY A UNION VETERAN OF NASHVILLE.

In Fox's " Regimental Losses in the Civil War," a work which shows a vast amount of pains and careful research, is given a list of battles showing the Confederate regiments which sustained the greatest loss in each. This list embraces sixty battles, in ten of which twenty four Tennessee regiments took part. Below are given the numbers of the regiments, and the killed, wounded and missing in each. The column of wounded includes also those mortally wounded:

REGIMENTS. BATTLES. Killed Wounded Missing Total 

1st (Maney's).. Chaplin Hills, Ky.................. 49 129 1 179

2d..................... Richmond, Ky ...................... 17 95 112

2d.................... Chickamauga, Tenn.............. 13 145 159

3d..................... Fort Donelson, Tenn.............. 12 76 88

3d..................... Raymond, Miss....................... 27 90 70 187

4th ................. Shiloh, Tenn........................... 36 183 219

5th.................. Chaplin Hills, Ky.................. 14 64 12 90

6th.................. Chaplin Hills, Ky.................. 16 64 11 91

8th.................. Stone's River, Tenn............... 41 265 306

9th.................. Chaplin Hills, Ky................. 32 114 ..8. l54

10th.................. Raymond, Miss....................... 8 37 7 52

12th .................. Stone's River, Tenn............... 18 137 9 164

13th.................. Belmont, Mo.......................... .27 73 49 149

13th ................. Richmond, Ky........................ 12 35 1 48

16th.................. Chaplin Hills, Ky.................. 41 151 7 199

17th.................. Stone's River, Tenn............... 17 164 26 207

18th.................. Stone's River, Tenn............... 17 120 8 145

18th.................. Chickamauga, Tenn............... 20 114 1 135

19th.................. Stone's River, Tenn.............. 16 111 127

20th.................. Mill Springs, Ky..................... 33 59 18 110

20th.................. Hoover's Gap, Tenn............... 9 24 33

25th................. Mill Springs, Ky..................... 10 28 17 55

27th.................. Shiloh, Tenn........................... 27 105 4S 180

27th.................. Chaplin Hills, Ky.................. 16 81 11 108

29th.................. Stone's River, Tenn............... 27 82 109

31st.................... Chaplin Hills, Ky......... ....... 17 78 100

33d..................... Shiloh, Tenn........................... 20 103 17 140

44th.................. Stone's River, Tenn............... 14 136 2 152

63d..................... Chickamauga, Tenn............... 16 184 200

154th.................. Shiloh, Tenn.......................... 25 163 .. 199

647 3,220 134 4,001

As will be noticed, the heaviest loss was by the Eighth, at Stone's River, closely followed by the Fourth, at Shiloh, Seventh, at Stone's River, Sixty third, at Chickamauga, and One Hundred and Fifty fourth, at Shiloh.

In the percentage of loss to the number engaged, the following are some of the remarkable ones of Tennessee regiments: Eighth, at Stone's River, 68.2, Tenth, at Chickamauga, 68.0, Second, at Chickamauga, 60.2, Twelfth, at Stone's River, 56.1, Sixteenth, at Stone's River, 54.9, Twenty seventh, at Shiloh, 54.2, Twenty third, at Chickamauga, 54.1, Twenty seventh, at Chaplin Hills, 53.3, Sixty third, at Chickamauga, 49.7, Twentieth, at Chickamauga, 48.0. The following regiments were consolidated, and together had these percentages of losses: Fifteenth and Thirty seventh, at Chickamauga, 59.9, Sixth and Ninth, at Chickamauga, 57.9.

The same work has a tabulation of the Confederate losses by death, as compiled from the muster rolls on file in the Bureau of Confederate Archives at Washington. The rolls are incomplete, but still the figures are worth noting. For Tennessee they are: Killed Officers, 99, enlisted men, 2,016, total, 2,115. Died of wounds Officers, 49, enlisted men, 825, total, 874. Died of disease Officers, 72, enlisted men, 3,353 ,total,3,425. Grand total, 6,414. This probably is not one half of those whose death is directly traceable to the war.
BATTLE OF FRAZIER'S FARM A CORRECTION.

H. R. HOGAN, SPRINGFIELD, MO.

I notice on page 212 of July VETERAN, in list of captured flags, No. 20, this statement:

United States Flag, Stars and Stripes, captured at New Market Cross Roads, June 30, 1862, by Patrick Ryan, Company D, Fourth Regiment, Pennsylvania Reserve Corps, from Eleventh Alabama Regiment. 

This flag was used by the rebels to deceive the United States troops."

The above is a misstatement of facts, and should be corrected. The Eleventh Alabama Regiment never marched under false colors. I was a member of it, and took an active part in the battle of "Frazier's Farm." (The yankees called it the "New Market Cross Roads.") I submit this statement of the battle as I saw it:

In the forenoon of June 30, 1862, our brigade, the Eighth, Ninth, Tenth, Eleventh, and Fourteenth Alabama Regiments, under the command of Brigadier General Cadmus M. Wilcox, Longstreet's Division, was marched hurriedly from toward Richmond, and about 2 P. M. took position across either the Darbytown or Charles City road, I never was sure which road our line of battle crossed. Any way, our rear was toward Harrison's Landing, to which point the Federal Army was trying to get. Our opportune arrival at this point intercepted his line of march, and it at once became evident that a desperate struggle was impending. Our line extended along the south edge of an old field which had been turned out as commons. This opening was skirted with a thick growth of scrubby pines, which afforded us temporary shelter from view of the enemy, who were posted along the north side of the field, some two hundred or two hundred and fifty yards distant from our line. Directly across the road the enemy had planted a battery of sixteen brass howitzers, into whose dark muzzles we could plainly see.

I can not tell how long we lay in this position, but suppose from thirty to sixty minutes. It was while our division was getting in position.

My own company, A, lay just to the right or east of the road, the left resting almost at its edge. While lying here a scene of thrilling interest occurred.

General R E. Lee had been in the road a few minutes, taking in the situation, and all the rank and file had become nervous and excited over his presence in plain view and close proximity to the enemy, when suddenly President Davis dashed up, sprang from his horse, and proposed to lead us in an onslaught upon the enemy. The scene was thrilling and dramatic in the extreme. I shall never forget it. While we could not hear what the two great chieftains said, it was plainly evident that they were remonstrating with each other. In a few minutes, General A. P. Hill appeared, and engaged in a short parley with the two Chieftains, when all three retired from view down the road.

A few short moments elapsed, when there occurred one of the most heroic, desperate, and sanguinary hand to hand conflicts ever recorded. We were in plain view of the enemy. The situation was terrible in the extreme. The command, "Forward!" no sooner fell upon the ear than every man was on his feet, and with a savage yell sprang into the opening. With all possible speed we rushed across it for the threatening battery. But, ah! many of those who emerged from that thicket had their lives snuffed out by iron missiles hurled from those blazing cannon. Without a halt or waver, in the face of belching cannon and a solid line of leaden hail from a double line of infantry, delivered at close range on open and level land, the intervening space was soon covered. On reaching the guns, supported by a line of infantry which stood its ground, a desperate hand to hand conflict took place. Desperate men of both sides used their bayonets, officers, their swords and pistols. The scenes enacted in this horrible contest for the mastery beggar description. Here were Alabamians who never knew what it was to flinch in defending their homes and fighting for a principle, determined to conquer or to die. On the other hand were sturdy Pennsylvanians, made desperate by the thought of surrender. At last, when we thought the battle virtually won, a fresh line of infantry was thrown against us. Human endurance and unparalleled heroism could not avail. Slowly we began to retire, and in doing so every inch of ground was contested. When pressed back about half way across the open field, to our great surprise and joy, General Evans, with his Palmetto Brigade, of Ball's Bluff fame, came, with a rush and demoniac yell, upon the scene. With renewed courage our broken line again pressed to the front. The crash was tremendous, but the victory was ours. One of the trophies of this terrific battle was the person of Major General McCall, who commanded the Pennsylvanians. He was sent back to prison at Richmond,

In our first onslaught, when we reached the battery, Charley McNeil mounted one of the guns with our regimental colors, but was shot, falling underneath the cannon, but still held and waved the flag in the face of the enemy. His nephew, Billy McNeil, seeing his uncle's condition, attempted to relieve him of the flag, but was shot dead before he could do so. (Both of these boys were raised with me in Marengo County, Ala.) When we were forced back, Charley McNeil was left with his flag, and when we returned he had been slain by a bayonet thrust through the heart, and our colors were gone. I suppose they are now in Washington as one of the trophies of that battle.
he United States flag captured by Patrick Ryan from one of our regiments was taken from a yankee in our first charge, and retaken by Ryan in the second advance under General Evans.

There was no disposition on our part or any member of our regiment to deceive the enemy, neither was there any chance to practice any deception.

The above is a brief account of the part taken by our command in that battle. Many thrilling incidents could be mentioned, but limited space forbids.

At the first discharge of that battery five of my own company were killed outright by grape shot, our Captain Holcomb being among them. Two of them struck him in the region of the heart, and he fell dead.

The scene at the field hospital that night was heartrending. Oh, I'll never forget the groans and the intense agony of my torn and bleeding comrades, and our noble Wilcox passing among the hundreds of wounded and dying heroes, wringing his hands and weeping as if his great heart would break, and saying, " My poor boys ! my poor boys ! "

CHARGE ON FORT SANDERS AT KNOXVILLE.

BARKSDAI.E HUMFREYS BRIGADE IN THAT PERILOUS UNDERTAKING.

In November, 1863, Longstreet, with the two divisions (Hood's and McLaw's) which he had brought with him from Virginia to aid Bragg in the battle of Chickamauga, left the vicinity of Chattanooga for Knoxville, where we were to meet again our old friend and former opponent, General Burnside, of Fredericksburg fame.

We marched through the country, and crossed the Tennessee River at the little town of London. From there to Knoxville we had to contest every foot of the way with Col. Frank Wolford's Kentucky cavalry. They had long range repeating rifles. Besides, they were hard fighters so hard that when we got in sight of the city we had to double team on them with both infantry and artillery before we could run them in.

We succeeded, but there stood Fort Sanders in all its terror, looming up on the horizon, right in our path. It bristled with cannon, and was well supported by infantry inside and out. But something had to be done, and there was little time to parley. True, we had Burnside shut up in the city, but Sherman with another army was coming in our rear. We had either to take the fort, or move on to greener pastures. You see the dilemma. In front of the fort a deep moat, abatis, wires stretched, rifle pits, vidette holes, and all kinds of impediments to obstruct our approach. Of course, we privates knew nothing of what was going on in the minds of the generals (good thing, I reckon), but we didn't have to wait long.

So much in reference to the whole command. Now for the part taken by our brigade.

We had two young colonels in the brigade. McElroy of the Thirteenth Mississippi, as brave and as gallant an officer as ever drew sword. I had known him at the University of Mississippi. As a soldier, in style and manner, he reminded me of what the old West Pointers used to say of our General Magruder when he was a cadet there, "a beau ideal." The other was Fizer of the Seventeenth, just as good and true.

On the night of the 29th of November, about dark, General Humfreys sent us orders to prepare for action. The orders ran about thus: "The Eighteenth and Twenty first Regiments will charge and take all the pickets between our front and the fort at midnight. At daylight in the morning, the Thirteenth and Seventeenth will charge over you and take the fort." He said he selected the two young colonels that they might win new laurels. We of the Eighteenth and Twenty first didn't raise any howling objection to it, either. Our orders were for each captain to select a man to carry the picks and spades of the company with which to hide ourselves in the ground when we got near enough to the fort. Of course there were other troops Kershaw's South Carolina on our right, and Wofford's Georgia on our left preparing for the same thing, but being only a captain in the line, I tell what I saw and know.
The hour of twelve came. We were at the appointed place, drawn up in skirmish line, so that as we neared the fort we would not crowd each other by concentration. The stars shone brightly and the ground was freezing rapidly. My only lieutenant was sick in camp, but I walked along the line and told the boys to meet me on the other side of those yankee
picket lines under that fort, and it would be all right. I am thus particular, because it was the only real night charge we ever made.

At the command we moved forward through brush, briers, and thorns, in the face of the picket firing, capturing or driving all the pickets into the fort, and getting pretty close to the fort itself. Then came the fun, if there is any fun in such things. I called for my pick and spade man, and true to his trust here was my faithful Irishman, Pat Burns, with his arms full of the implements, in addition to his fighting accoutrements. The line was marked the full length of the regiment for our earth work. Then you ought to have seen the fire fly out of those rocks. The enemy in the fort, only a few rods off, tried to depress their guns so as to shell us, but every shell went over our heads, and served only to add increased zest to the work. We had to get into that ground before day, and we did.

We had accomplished our part of the contract, and were prepared to hold the position taken, and being so close to the fort, we could aid our assaulting friends from the rear, till they passed over us, by picking off the gunners in the fort.

At the dawn of day up came the two gallant regiments, steady and determined. Fizer of the Seventeenth, with a hatchet buckled on to his sword belt, with which he had vowed beforehand to cut down the tall flag staff on top of the fort, and McElroy of the Thirteenth, the very picture of chivalry, were at the head of their respective regiments. They moved quietly till they passed over us and our embankment, then with the rebel yell they rushed for the fort. It was as grand a charge as I ever saw, but success was impossible under the circumstances, and ought to have been foreseen before the attempt was made.

The assaulting force was composed of regiments from different brigades, with no general officer in immediate command. These regiments, instead of moving on parallel lines till they enveloped the fort, began to converge from the start, so when they got to the deep ditch or moat at the base of the fort, they were in the condition of Napoleon's Old Guard at the battle of Waterloo, when they came to the sunken road of Ohain. They knew nothing of if till they came suddenly upon it, hence, they rushed headlong into it. There was no help for it. Companies and regiments were so mixed and jumbled it was utterly impossible for the officers to tell their men from others. It was in the midst of this confusion that Colonel McElroy got back out of the ditch and asked a Georgia colonel on his left to move his regiment further to the left, in order to make room for his Mississippi regiment. The Georgia colonel (I forget his name), a brave and good man, questioned the right of an officer of his own rank to command him. Neither knew which ranked the other. They were discussing the matter in pretty sharp terms, when they were both shot down in their tracks. Lieutenant Colonel O'Brien of the Thirteenth, a brother in law of Gov. W. G. Brownlow, was captured. Major George Donald, of the game regiment, another old college mate, narrowly escaped with his life. by running the gauntlet of the "whistling minies" from the fort to our embankment.
In the meantime Colonel Fizer had had a little better success. True to his purpose, with hatchet in hand, he had climbed to the top of the parapet, and was making for the flag staff, when a ball shattered his arm, and he rolled back into the ditch. Many more tried the same thing, and I think a few got over, but never to return. A close inspection showed the face of the fort too steep to climb.

It was a short, but one of the most desperate struggles of the war, and deserved better success. Had either one of the brigades, Kershaw's, Humfrey's, or Wofford's, tried it, I shall always think it could have been taken. W. GART JOHNSON. Orlando, Fla.

MEMORABLE EVENTS A CORRECTION.

TYLER, TEXAS, Sept. 23. Editor VETERAN : In an article in your September number entitled "Memorable Events of the Confederate War," I note some grave errors. I wish to call attention to the following :

August 8, 1861. Battle of Wilson's Creek, Mo. Union forces, 5,200. Confederates, 1,500. After six hours flighting, Confederates were repulsed.

The battle of Wilson's Creek, on Oak Hills, was fought on August 10, 1861. General Lyon and Seigel, with 6,000 well armed troops, many of them United States regulars, attacked McCullough and Price, with about 11,500 men, mostly raw cavalry, many of them armed with Springfield rifles and shotguns. The superior arms and discipline of their troops caused Generals Lyon and Seigel to attempt to surprise and rout the Confederates. They marched by night and attacked them in front and rear at daylight, opening with their batteries at short range on the Texans and Arkansans while they were eating their early breakfast, preparatory to marching on the Federals, supposed to be ten miles away, at Springfield. But the raw "rebs" did not stampede, but fell into line under Seigel's galling fire, and after six hours hard fighting drove the Federals from the field with heavy loss, including General Lyon and several pieces of artillery.

Again, says this chronicle: "March 6th, 7th, and 8th. Battle of Pen Ridge, Ark. Union loss, 203 killed, 972 wounded, 176 missing, Confederate loss, 1,100 killed, 2,800 wounded, 1,000 prisoners."

In this battle the loss was probably nearly equal. Price's loss, whose troops did most of the fighting, was 33 killed, 242 wounded, and 26 missing. McCullough was killed, and no report of his losses was made. The infantry fighting all occured on the 7th. During this day the Federals were driven from their strong position on Pen Ridge into the valley south of Elkhorn Tavern. On the morning of the 8th Van Dorn drew off his army under cover of a heavy fire of his artillery, in which not more than three Confederates were killed on the field. Captain Churchill dark, of dark's Missouri Battery, Private Charles Erwin, of Good's Texas Battery, and, I think, one other artilleryman, were killed on the field. Many other artillerymen were wounded. General Seigel, in his history of the fight, says: "The enemy's loss in the battle was about equal to, if not greater than, oursI note many other errors, and, as this history of the war is to be continued, I would suggest a little more care in its preparation. J. P. DOUGLAS.

John Scruggs, Tracy City. Tenn.: "I will get up a club for the VETERAN. Times, it is true, are hard, but we can, by united effort, sustain you, and, by God's help, will do so."
, but they have never been accurately stated."

CONCERNING OUR NEXT REUNION.

The question comes, "Is there any probability of a reunion during the coming spring?" Reply goes back, "There is certainty of a reunion during the early spring as nearly as any thing can be determined that is future," That a reunion of United Confederate Veterans will be held in the early spring may be considered positive. It is a question in which independent citizens of the whole South are interested, and are not as subject to orders as they were in times gone by, who, however, are loyally true to their officers and will exercise all deference. The officers themselves are certainly determined upon a reunion, and a gathering of ex Confederates in the Winnie Davis Wigwam at Birmingham in April or May may be accepted now as the determination. A letter from Capt. Jos. F. Johnston, late Commander of the Hardee Camp at Birmingham, in reply to a question as to the time Birmingham would like, suggested May 20th, the anniversary of the Mecklenburg Declaration of Independence. It seems most fitting that this great day to all Southern patriots should be celebrated. It would seem best to defer as largely as practicable to the wishes of Birmingham friends who are to entertain the great convention, and hence Capt. Johnston's suggestion is given first prominence. Gen. W. L. Cabell, writing from Dallas, Texas, October 16th, says, in reference to the great reunion, "There was a great mistake made when it did not take place in July. I will favor no meeting that will take place after the 25th of April. My people are farmers, and will not leave their crops in May, and they arc all in favor of having a permanent place of meeting hereafter." Texas, because of her great number of organizations, and the Trans Mississippi Department because of its distance from points east of the Mississippi, deserve special consideration, but we should a,ll harmonize, and all should concede for the " greatest good to the greatest number." The VETERAN is determined upon advocating this reunion, which is not optional except as to the date (the place having been settled by the New Orleans Convention), at an early day, 1894. It seeks to obtain the desires of every Camp in the organization, and requests information as speedily as it can be forwarded from Commanders of these Camps (whether or not meetings be held, the general sentiment may be ascertained by the Commander), and it will endeavor to show to the Commanding General the wish of the great majority, and implicitly believes that he will promptly respond.

Upon investigation it is found that the 25th of April will be Wednesday, and the 20th of May Sunday. Now the VETERAN, in behalf of all comrades, in behalf of the cause for which the organization was created, insists that the reunion should be held as early as the weather and circumstances will admit, and that the reunions thereafter forever be annual. It does not favor a permanent place for reunions, but suggests that the matter can be arranged advantageously as to railroad fares through a committee. However, that is not a matter to be discussed at present. Commanders or Adjutants of Camps can help this cause by immediate attention. Let the VETERAN know when your Camp would like for the reunion to occur. Please write on a postal card answers to these questions: Do you expect your Camp to be represented? If so, by how many? What time in the early spring would you prefer? These questions may be answered by yes or no, giving the number in figures and the date. Please send these answers on postal or on separate paper from other writing.
I have a very vivid recollection of Island No. 10. Mr. Yarbrough's statement concerning this battle is at varience with the facts. He says that the Federals captured 125 guns. They did not get one fourth of that number. Again he says the Federals captured 13 steamers, 10,000 small arms, 2,000 horses and 6,000 prisoners. Nothing could be farther from the facts than this statement. The Federals did not capture any steamers, and not more than 3,000 small arms, including shot guns and squirrel rifles, and about as many prisoners. I do not know the number, but believe that 3,000 is more than was surrendered, and if they captured more than 100 head of horses they were taken from the citizens in the surrounding country and did not belong to the Confederate service.

I have no desire to appear in print, but believe any statement published in the CONFEDERATE VETERAN should be accurate, for the little journal will be read by our great grandchildren. It will be bound in volumes and pass as a legacy to our children. Then let nothing but facts be published in it. It is battling for a true history of the Confederate war. Capt. H. T. Norman, of the First Tennessee Heavy Artillery, could give a true history of the surrender of Island No. 10.
FORT SUMTER CAREER OF COLONEL RHETT.

The following narrative, though prepared especially as a sketch of Colonel Rhett, contains some thrilling incidents about the naval warfare at Charleston. The statements in the sketch are fully corroborated by Mrs. J. W. Lewis, sister of Colonel Rhett.

Alfred Moore Rhett, born in Beaufort, S. C., October 18, 1829, was the second child of Senator Robert Barnwell Rhett. In his youth he was singularly attractive by his amiability and gay, bright spirits. In unselfishness he was ever conspicuous, at the same time his coolness and utter fearlessness in danger were already his striking characteristics. He graduated at Harvard University in July, 1851. On the last day of December, 1860, he was commissioned First Lieutenant Company B Battalion, South Carolina Artillery. April 12 13, 1861, he was in command of the Sumter Battery, in Fort Moultrie. His guns were most ably handled. and on the second day they fired the officers' quarters in Sumter with forty rounds of red hot shot, forcing Major Anderson to evacuate the fort. Rhett's company was then transferred to Sumter, and on April 18th he was promoted to Captain, and was in command of the work.
Colonel Rhett commanded at Fort Sumter April T, 1863, when Admiral Dupont made the. great naval attack in Charleston Harbor. He had a garrison of five hundred officers and men of the regular artillery which had been raised to a regiment. At the opening. of the tremendous engagement Colonel Rhett ordered the regimental band to the ramparts to greet the enemy with " Dixie." He himself stood upon the southeast angle of the fort, nearest the fleet, and had the flags of the Confederacy, his State and regiment raised and saluted by thirteen guns. During this engagement forty guns in Sumter were in use, and in two hours and forty five minutes the battle was fought and won. The great "Ironsides" and fleet of Monitors withdrew signally defeated. One of them sank the next morning by the Morris Island shore. The ships had been struck five hundred and twenty times by the guns from the Confederate fortifications. The guns and mortars of Sumter were hotly engaged after this day and night against General Gilmore in his efforts to take Morris Island, who in his report characterized the fire from Sumter as ''accurate and destructive." When Gilmore finally established his breaching batteries four hundred yards from Sumter, with the declared intention of destroying the work, Colonel Rhett said, "Gilmore will silence us, but I will fight the fort low down." Then began that most terrible bombardment, lasting from April 17th until September 2d, in which time 6,828 shot and shell, of size and. destructive qualities hitherto unknown in the annals of war, were buried upon Fort Sumter. There were no earthworks at this time within the walls, which in the after bombardments gave great protection to the garrison. There was therefore no place of safety, and the immense walls were crushed in and fell, the great guns were dismounted and disabled, gome being pitched backward from the top of the high parapet to the parade ground below. The shaking and jarring, the hideous noise, the continual danger, never ceasing day or night, Fort Sumter became a ruin, with not one gun left with which to fight. Colonel Rhett was strongly recommended by General Beauregard, and was promoted to the command of a brigade, the command to include the Fort Sumter garrison. His headquarters were then in Charleston, but he visited Fort Sumter nearly every day. He was almost constantly under fire, giving anxious attention to the work being carried on there for the protection of the garrison. After the evacuation of Charleston, in General Hardee's march to North Carolina, Colonel Rhett commanded the rear guard, which consisted of the First Regiment South Carolina Artillery, the First South Carolina Infantry, Lucas' Battalion of Artillery, and Maj. A. Barnet Rhett's Battalion of Field Artillery.

In the battle of Averysboro Colonel Rhett was taken prisoner. Both his Adjutant and his staff officer were sick, and he rode forward alone into the woods and in rain and fog to seek Hampton's command, which he wished to support his left flank. A squad of Federal cavalry which had lost their way and got into the Confederate lines, being enveloped in waterproof cloaks, were mistaken by him for some of Hampton's men, and he rode straight up to them. They covered him at once with their carbines, and he became their prisoner. He was carried to Fort Delaware, and was only released in August, 1865.
Colonel Rhett was a " magnificent disciplinarian." Strict, but always just, he won the affection and confidence of the men and officers under his command. He exercised a constant care of his men, never uselessly exposing them, though unhesitatingly exposing himself to danger and sparing himself no fatigue.

W. L. De Rosset, Wilmington, N. C., while sending four subscribers, writes: "I sincerely wish that every veteran could have the pleasure of reading your invaluable publication, one which I have longed to see in circulation, and which not only fully expresses my own views on the questions of the second war for independence, but from what I have so far seen, utters no uncertain sound."

VIVID REMINISCENCES OF FRANKLIN.

B. T. Roberts, of Franklin, Tenn., who was a mere boy but a gallant soldier, sends these comments about the great battle there :

I see in the July VETERAN that Gen. French corrects some errors in your account of the battle of Franklin. I participated in that battle as a private soldier in Twenty fourth Tennessee, the right regiment of Gen. Strahl's Brigade. Gen. French is correct as to Loring commanding the right division of Stewart's Corps, and being on the extreme right of the line during the engagement. It was Gen. Lowry, of Cleburne's Division, whom you heard make a speech to his brigade. * * * Cleburne's left dressed on the right, and Brown's right on the left of the pike. Gen. Edward Johnson's Division of Lee's Corps marched just in rear of Cheatham's Corps, and if Lee was at the head of his command you were doubtless correct as to Gen. Hood addressing Gen. Lee. It is true Lee was at Columbia the day before, but the head of his command was at Rutherford Creek the next morning, only six miles south of Spring Hill, and Lee himself could have been on the ground. The two Mississippi brigades of Edward Johnson's Division, Lee's Corps, made a gallant and heroic charge on the left of Brown's line between sundown and dark, and were repulsed with heavy loss, as was manifested by the numbers of their dead left on the ground. There was but one Confederate battery engaged until after dark. It was Bledsoe's, from Missouri, which moved down the pike with Strahl's Brigade. After losing their horses they pushed their guns forward by hand. The Federal line of battle on their right, and Confederate left of the Columbia pike, was much longer than on their left, or Confederate right of said pike, which was the cause of so much lapping of the Southern troops on the right, and why so many troops of different divisions assailed the enemy at and around the old gin house.
The pike being Cleburne's left guide, as he advanced his division obliquely to the right, lapping the corps of Gens. Stuart, Cleburne, Walthal, and French. These divisions, all assailed the works at that point. To the credit of Brown's Tennessee Division, with Gist's Brigade of South Carolina and Georgia troops, be it said, they assailed the Federal works without lapping, and drove the enemy from their main line of ditches. The two right brigades of his division. Gordon's and Strahl's, although heavily pressed from both flanks from an enfilading fire, never once yielded the advantage gained. The Federal troops were withdrawn from their extreme right and placed in front of these two brigades. On that part of the line the heavy night fighting was done. While the greater number of the Confederate dead lay in front and near the gin house, the Federal dead were thickest around the Carter house in front of these two brigades. Strahl's Brigade was composed of the Nineteenth, Twenty fourth, and Forty first consolidated Tennessee regiments. Lieut. Col. S. E. Shannon, of the Twenty fourth, was severely wounded in the neck from the top of the Federal works.

Imagine the dangerous position of those troops while fighting large odds in front with great masses of the enemy on their right side in the same line of works! These men held their position without flinching until the enemy were all gone. I myself lay so close to a Federal battery that every time it fired I could feel the heat. I remember having seen Gen. Strahl in the works when we first reached them. He was assisting one of the Nineteenth Tennessee in climbing over. Those who went over had to be helped. The works were much higher on this part of the line than on the right and around the gin house. He afterward moved to the left, and I saw him no more. This will answer J. K. Jones, of the Twenty fifth Texas, of Granberry's Brigade, in your June number, as to the point of the high works. Jones makes two mistakes in his short article. It was Govan's and not Gordon's Arkansas Brigade, Cockrill's Missouri Brigade, and not Mississippians. I cannot give you the percentage of the loss of the brigade, but take the loss of Company B, Twenty fourth Tennessee, as an average, it would be sixty per cent. This company numbered thirty five, rank and file. They had four killed on the field and seventeen wounded, making twentyone, which is sixty per cent. The ranking officer of this regiment the next morning was a Second Lieutenant. Gen. French tells us that his Missouri Brigade lost sixty five per cent. It was a small brigade, and has one hundred and thirty men buried at McGavock Cemetery at this place. I endeavored, just a year ago, to mark the positions held by the various troops, and line of Federal ditches in this battle, and the points where the various Generals were killed, and stationed posts to designate these places. I am satisfied there is some inaccuracy, and would be glad to have information from any one who can give it, or who knows any thing on these points. Gen. Adams is marked some eighty yards to the right of the gin house, which I think is too near that point.
In a volume of letters published several years ago, entitled, "Bright Skies and Dark Shadows," Rev. Dr. Field, editor New York Evangelist, gives a thrilling account of the battle.
HISTORY OF U. V. C. OF KENTUCKY.

Temporary orpanization effected September 25, 1890. Permanent organization and election of officers, November 29,1890.

Officers Elected November 29, 1890, re elected April 14, 1891, April 2, 1892, and April 1, 1893. President, John Boyd, Vice President, Robert Bullock, Secretary, George C. Snyder, Treasurer, W. H. Cassell, Chaplain, E. L. Southgate.

Second Vice Presidents Bush W. Allen, Mercer County, Alex. T. Forsyth, Bourbon County, Joseph C. Bailey, Woodford County, A. H. Sinclair, Scott County, D. M. Snyder, Harrison County, P. H. Thomas, Anderson County, B. F. Curtis, Clark County, George B. Taylor, Jessamine County, A. W. Macklin, Franklin County, Thomas Johnson, Montgomery County, E. M. Green, Boyle County, James Tevis, Madison County, Wm. Stanley, Fleming County, John S. Bradley, Bracken County, W. F. Beard, Shelby County, W. L. Crabb, Henry County, Jo. Arrasmith, Bath County, Thomas H. Ellis, Nelson County, Thos. Owens, Nicholas County.

Executive Committee Hart Gibson, James M. Graves, G. A. DeLong, John M. Montague, L..P. Young, Jr., Soseph B. Simrall, Will Ev. Spencer, John H. Carter, O. F. Reed, James B. Clay, Wm. R. Jones.

The State organization joined the National Association March 18,1892.

At the National meeting, held at New Orleans, April, 1892, the General Commanding, John B. Gordon, commissioned John Boyd, of Lexington, Ky., Major General Commander of Kentucky Division, and Joseph M. Jones, of Paris, Ky., Colonel and Adjutant General and Chief of Staff.

The following State officers were subsequently appointed by Gen. John Boyd : Inspector General, John B. Thompson, Harrodsburg, Quartermaster General, Jas. Blackburn, Spring Station, Commissary General, David F. Boyd, Frankfort, Judge Advocate General, Leeland Hathaway, Winchester, Surgeon General, Dr. John A. Lewis, Georgetown, Chief of Ordnance, S. S. Moore, Cynthiana, Chaplain General, Rev. E. O. Guerrant, Wilmore.

Aides de Camp, each with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel J. A. McGuire, Lawrenceburg, Green R. Keller, Carlisle, Pat Punch, Mt. Sterling, L. P. Knoedler, Augusta, Joseph C. Lykins, Campton, R. A. McGrath, Bryantsville, Samuel Bigstaff, Newport, Ed. S. Stagg, Hustonville, W. L. Crabb, Eminence, John M. Riddell, Irvine.
The Division has flourished from its organization. It now comprises twenty Camps in as many counties, with a membership of six hundred, and is growing rapidly in numbers and efficiency. It has already expended a large sum for the relief of worthy, but helpless comrades. The fund now in the treasury amounts to three thousand dollars, and it is steadily increasing by accessions to the membership.

The object of the Association is the cultivation of social relations among those who were honorably engaged in the service of the Confederate States of America, to preserve the sacred ties of comradeship, to aid members who, from disease, misfortune, or the infirmities of age, have become incapable of supporting themselves and families, to pay loving respect to the memory of those who die, and to prevent any comrade from becoming an object of charity.

Only those who were faithful to the end can be admitted to membership. Any one, however, either male or female, whose sympathies were with the South during the struggle, or the wives and children of Confederate soldiers and sailors, can become honorary members of the Association.

The insignia of the Association is a silver medallion head of Gen. R. E. Lee. The National insignia is the Confederate battle flag. Members are entitled to wear both. The sessions of the Association are held semiannually in Lexington, Ky.

From the very inception of the organization Gen. John Boyd, who was a gallant private soldier, has not only been its leading spirit, but has given to it his ceaseless labors, without compensation. He has, as if by magic, imparted his own enthusiasm to others, and this has led to the wonderful success, growth and usefulness of the Association.

A REMINISCENCE OF JOHNSON'S ISLAND.

Capt. John Sargent, who was a captain in the Fourteenth Tennessee Regiment, C. S. A., relates this story. The account of the story is by B. F. Wilson, Jr. :

It was in the fall of '63, I think, when the boys were worn in body and soul with the weariness of prison life. One day a regiment of Ohio volunteers were marched out amid much elation and beating of drums. Their bright new uniforms, fluttering flags, and glistening guns made a sad contrast to the boys inside the walls, who with a curiosity born of a long continued monotony, called out to them and asked them where they were going.

It was in the days when the daring John Morgan had just escaped from the weary toils of the Columbus penitentiary, and had again with his undaunted spirit gotten together his famous command and was harassing the yankees, and the boys had a sly notion of what was up, so when the answer was buried back at them, in a preconceived triumphal derision, "We are going to catch John Morgan and bring him back." It was truly an inspiring sight to behold the gorgeousness and brilliancy of their departure, yet already in our mind's eye we had bridged the lapse of time and beheld their triumphal(?) return. * * * Of all the dilapidated, broken down sets of men ever seen, these surely were the worst. They appeared as if a "cyclone had struck them." From what had been the exultant departure, their dejected return made a pleading contrast to the boys, and excited to no little degree their risibilities. We called to them as they passed, and inquired kindly after the health of Gen. John Morgan, but to none of our questions would they respond. I happened to notice a guard who I knew belonged to these Ohio volunteers. I asked him about their trip after General Morgan. To my inquiry, with an oath, he said: "Why, man, before we knew we were in his vicinity, he had us surrounded and captured us all at once, and then began the greatest race for fun (?) that you ever saw. He made us lay down our guns, and ran us up and down the country for ten or twelves miles, until we were completely worn out, and our clothes torn and covered with mud and dirt, and then giving us our parole, turned our faces toward home and told us to " git," and we "got."

CONFEDERATE REUNION AT SHARON, TENN.

BY MRS, SUE F. MOONEY, DRESDEN, TENN.

Very early in the morning, September 21, the grand procession began to move toward the lovely little town of Sharon. There was inspiration in the air, and in the surroundings, and most of all in the suggestions. My mind went mournfully back to the dark and bloody ground of Chickamauga, when the September sun of '63 shone on the valley of death and strangely lighted the pale faces sleeping there.

From Dresden to Sharon the drive was delightful. The talk by the way was reminiscent, and full of incidents of camp and campaign life. Mr. J. W. Moran, to whose thoughtful kindness I am indebted for the day and for the drive, has a rich store of incidents, and I hope that through the VETERAN he will enlarge the circle of his listeners. He did good service for it today, and many an old soldier to whom I appealed would reply, "John Moran says it is a good thing."

Near Sharon we catch the flutter of flags and the stirring strains of music. Our hearts are strangely warmed, and the tears gather thick and fast as the procession of veterans moves into sight. Their greetings are glad, yet sad. and the thought is present that our ranks are growing thinner year by year. The speaker's stand was beautifully and artistically arranged, decorated with pictures of heroes, deathless in song and in story, with flowers grown in Sharon itself the garden of roses and with the flags of a united nation. The welcome, by Miss Lester, daughter of Mr. George Terry, a Confederate veteran, was an eloquent tribute to those whose warfare is ended, a glowing, eulogy to those vanquished victors who yet survive to win new laurels for the South on the field or in the forum. She welcomed them to the hospitality of Sharon, a hospitality as generous as that of the patriarch Abraham, who, upon a certain time, sat in the tent door in the heat of the day, " And he lifted up his eyes and saw three men, when he ran to meet them, and bowed himself toward the ground, and entreated them to tarry, saying, Let water be fetched, and rest yourselves under the shade of the tree, and 1. will fetch you a morsel of bread. And he hastened into the tent unto Sarah, and said, Make ready quickly three measures of fine meal, knead it and make cakes upon the hearth. And Abraham ran unto the herd and fetched a calf, tender and good, and he gave it unto a young man, and he hastened to dress it, and he took milk and butter, and the calf which he had dressed, and set it before them, and he stood by them under the tree, and they did eat." Mr. Editor, allow me to say right here that this engaging description of an old time feast was never more perfectly realized than at Sharon in the ample feast spread under the trees, and I am sure that all the refreshed travelers passed on with blessing's in their hearts for Abraham and Sarah.
Music! Yes, there was music everywhere, nor was there lacking, now and then, the old yell which was so often an accompaniment to the roar of artillery and the rattle of musketry.

The first speech was by Hon. Joseph E. Jones, of Dresden, Tenn. Mr. Jones reviewed historically the causes that led to the civil war. He made a noble expose of the doctrine of States' rights. The review. was rapid, antedating the Louisiana Purchase. It noted successively and succinctly the disintegrating causes leading to the inevitable dissolution of the States. The agitation in Congress on the subject of free territory or slave territory, the admission of Missouri and of Texas,. and the Dred Scott Case, were briefly rehearsed, showing the children of this generation that their fathers were not rebels. The Southern men and leaders did not violate the Constitution, but they could not contentedly stay in a Union where other States were violating its provisions. Our leaders were brave men, they were patriotic. Some men might abuse Jefferson Davis, but I have it in my heart to say, " God. bless Jeff Davis, the statesman and the hero, whose father and whose father's brothers fought side by side with Washington to achieve American independence." The bravery of the Southern soldier must be is acknowledged. Eight hundred thousand men on the pension roll of those who fought against us, after a generation has passed, is a high tribute to the valor of the Southern soldier. * * *

Our young townsman, Caruthers Ewing, was the next speaker. He is a good orator, and is recognized as "the coming man" of this section. From the first word to the last he held the attention of the vast audience. The son of a veteran and of an intensely Southern woman, he was happy in addressing the old soldiers and in eulogizing the old South, which grows stronger and more beautiful.

Rev. W. T. Harris, our own Tertullus, was hoarse, and could not make the speech we hoped to hear, but his few words of cheer and of retrospect were real apples of gold in pictures of silver. Dr. Harris was among the first to subscribe for the VETERAN.

This pleasing incident came as I sought subscribers: Two veterans could not take it, one was nearly blind. and one had lost an arm, "I wish," said I, "I was rich enough, every veteran should have it." I turned sorrowfully away, but there were volunteers. Mrs. M. A. Gardner, widow of Alfred Gardner, of precious memory, said: "He shall have it. I will pay for it." "And," added her daughter, Mrs. Jones, of Columbia, "he shall have it," and Mrs. John Thomason, another daughter lent herself with a good will heartily to the work. I wish a thousand would follow their example.
The afternoon was devoted to organizing a company of Sons of Veterans, to singing old songs by comrade Irwin and Hon. M. Vincent, and to short speeches by Hon. C. M. Ewing and Hon. E. E. Tansil, and to a recitation of "The Conquered Banner" by a handsome young lady, whose name I failed to get. The last speech, by Mr. Finis Garrett, son of a veteran, was good in thought and delivery.

The order throughout was excellent, under General Manager John M. Glass.

Gleason was selected as the next place of meeting. and the time October 3, 1894. A. Russell was elected Marshal and Polk Alexander General Manager.

I saw one old Confederate flag, blood stained and wrapped around an old soldier they are all old now. He was John W. Green, of Greenfield, who helped to bear Albert Sidney Johnston from the field.

THE battle flag of the Forty fourth Tennessee was captured at Sailor's Creek, on April 6, 1865, by Lieut. E. M. Norton, Adjutant of the Sixth Michigan Cavalry, First Brigade, First Cavalry Division. It is now among the captured flags in the War Department. Lieut. Norton was given a medal of honor for its capture.


This grand audience attests its affection and love for you and your deeds. As for me, I am free to say that for the part I took I have never apologized to man or to my Maker. As I look into your faces other thoughts come to me. The time is not far distant when the last reunion will be held. The average age of the veteran is nearer sixty than fifty years. The shadows are falling. Most of our lives is behind us. I am willing to believe history, I am willing to believe Napoleon, I am willing to believe the account of the Scotch Field Marshal, I am willing to believe the story of the charge of the Old Guard at Waterloo, and yet in the face of all history as written, I stand here to declare that never in the annals of modern warfare was any cause supported by stouter hearts and. braver spirits than by the Orphan Brigade. No command, in proportion to membership, ever sealed its devotion with more of its blood. I apologize for the time I have taken, but in all your reunions there has not been a warmer welcome, and we hope to have the great honor of entertaining you again.

After music there were loud calls for General Duke. He responded by carrying out the programme, and presented Ex Congressman John W. Caldwell, the last Colonel of the Ninth Kentucky, who, on behalf of the Orphan Brigade, responded to the address of welcome. His address deserves a place in the VETERAN.

W. C. Cooper, City Secretary, Waco, Texas, writes,. October 20: "Editor VETERAN

Dear Sir: The two copies of the VETERAN sent me last week were highly appreciated and carefully road. It afforded me much pleasure to once more hear from my old comrade, J. H. McNeilly, 'the Forty ninth Tennessee Spider Wagon.' How often he has assisted a poor, weary, sore footed soldier along can only be told by a. member of our old regiment, the Forty ninth Tennessee. I can shut my eyes now and see our Chaplain coming into camp loaded with ca.mp kettles, frying pans, etc. He was never known to falter in the performance of Ins duty, either in camp ministering to our spiritual welfare, or in the hottest part of the fight caring for the wounded, and bearing them to the rear. I am confident that there is no member of Quarles' brigade who ever thinks of J. H. McNeilly without having the tenderest chords of his bosom thrill with feelings of love and admiration.

I was also very much pleased to see an announcement of the reunion to be held at my old home, Clarksville, Tenn,, and I regret that I cannot meet with the members of Forbes Bivouac, and the many friends and comrades who will be there then.

The VETERAN now states what it desired in the former issue, but desisted because Rev. Dr. McNeilly was expected to send copies to comrades and friends. The gentleman is one of the ablest ministers in the Presbyterian Church. He is not at all ambitious, but he is ever zealous in his ministry, and is one of the richest orators in the land. He would not now have to supplement his dress and appearance with a commission signed by the Secretary of War to secure delicacies for sick and wounded. Yet he still wears heavy beard and carries burdens for his comrades.

NEW CAMP AT EUREKA SPRINGS, ARK. The ex Confederates of this city met on the l3th of September and organized a Camp, to be known as the Carroll County Ex Confederate Association The following officers were elected: J, D. Jordan, Commander, S. E. Hays, First Lieutenant Commander, E. R. Brown, Second Lieutenant Commander, A. J. Gibbs, Surgeon, W. Mac Brown, Sergeant, and Edwin M. Linzee, Secretary. A committee on getting up a Camp Fire was appointed. With best wishes for the best paper of its kind published, I am, Yours truly, THOS. B. ADAMS.
CONFEDERATE MONUMENT IN CHICAGO.

JOHN P. HICKMAN, NASHVILLE, TENN.

On October 10, 1893, Gen. John C. Underwood, of Chicago, carried a number of comrades and friends to see the Confederate Monument in Oakwoods Cemetery. It is the only Confederate monument erected on Northern soil, and is built in honor of six thousand Confederate soldiers who died as prisoners of war in Camp Douglass, Ill. Camp Douglass was situated in the suburbs of Chicago, between Wabash Avenue and Lake Michigan, about where Twenty second street is now. Our dead were buried just outside of the prison, on the lake front. As the city extended it swallowed up the main prison and densely surrounded their burial place. Thereupon the city of Chicago moved our dead about eight miles, and buried them in the northern part of Lincoln Park. However, they were not to rest there long, for the citizens of the northern part of the city raised a protest against their remaining there. The Government then purchased a swampy piece of ground adjoining Oakwoods Cemetery, about fifteen miles from their last interment. There was, however, a strong protest from the citizens of that locality. Such was the condition of affairs when Gen. Underwood went to Chicago several years since. He, with the assistance of other Confederates in Chicago, went to work and had this low burying ground filled up, and secured its inclosure in Oakwoods Cemetery. They then commenced the work of securing a monument to perpetuate their memory. The monument has been completed at a cost of $10,000. It is built of Georgia granite, is beautiful in design, conception, and finish, and will stand the storms of ages. It is forty five feet high, and on the top of it there is a typical Confederate soldier in bronze. The soldier is represented without arms or accoutrements of war, and with deep sorrow depicted in his face he is looking on the graves of his dead comrades. On the front of the monument is the inscription, " Sacred to the memory." etc. On the left panel is a court house in the South, at the first alarm of war, where the preacher, the lawyer, the doctor, the school boy, the carpenter, the farmer, the artisan, the blacksmith, all hastening to join the army in defense of their State, their homes, and their part of the country. On the rear panel is where a few Confederate soldiers charge a Federal fort, and one poor fellow is shot at the muzzle of the guns, and crawls under the wall of the fort to die. On the right panel is the soldier's return home, ragged, footsore, and limp, with a deserted house, the sun setting in the distance, and the birds flying away. The scene is weird and sorrowful.

There has been paid on said monument $8,000, and $2,000 is now due. Of the $8,000 paid, $7,500 was subscribed in the North, and only $500 came from the South. It is the desire to pay said $2,000 before the monument is dedicated, which they hope to do in April or May next, after the meeting of the United Confederate Veterans. If every Confederate Camp in the South will only give $10 it will not only finish paying for the monument, but will enable Gen. Underwood to beautify the grounds.

Appeal is made to the Camps of the South to come to the rescue, and thereby pay the monument out of debt and show a well merited interest in, as before stated, the only Confederate monument on Northern soil. All contributions should be sent to Gen. John C. Underwood, Omaha Building, Chicago, Ill.

A FLAG EPISODE OF '64. On the morning of June 17, says A. A. Bowen, of the Twenty fifth North Carolina, our brigade, Ransom's, in front of Petersburg, at battery 45, was forced to fall back and take a position in rear of the Avery house, with Wise's brigade on our left, while Grace's was on our right. Later in the afternoon the Federals charged and drove Wise's men out of their breast works. About dark our brigade was moved down and ordered to retake them, which, after some very hard hand to hand fighting, we did. After the fight it was found that the Thirty fifth North Carolina had not only lost their flag but flag bearer also, but they had in exchange the flag and flag bearer of the Federal regiment with whom they had mixed. The boys said, "Oh, he's only gone along to carry that flag for those ranks." A short time afterward the ladies of Petersburg, whose homes we were defending, made and presented to the gallant old Thirty fifth a new flag, but could not supply the missing flag bearer. Grace's brigade has been given the credit for that victory, but I think they did not leave their position. It was Ransom's North Carolina "tar heels" that "did the little job." Lieut. Col. Bryson, of my regiment, the Twenty fifth, was wounded and carried to the rear along with a Federal officer wounded and captured, and they had quite a controversy while on their litters.

In remitting subscriptions to the VETERAN Jerry Sexton, of Ames, Iowa, who was a prisoner at Camp Morton, states that he was the fellow who killed the dog for meat. He has kind words for members of the G. A. R., saying they were his best friends there.

A VETERAN INSURANCE ASSOCIATION. C. Martin, Alexandria, Ala., writes: "I heartily approve Lon Ferguson's suggestion in regard to forming a co operative mutual benefit association among the veterans, and I think, if properly gotten up, it would he the best and safest protection for the old soldiers and their families. Say at the death of each brother in good standing the surviving members pay one dollar to go to the family of the deceased brother. The death claim could be correctly gotten up through the Commander or Adjutant of each Camp. I would be glad to see the movement under way and in a healthy condition. Each State could organize with headquarters at the State capital for the time being. As the State membership becomes thinned out, consolidation might be made with other States. It will not be a great many years before we will all have passed away."

J. L. Burke, Adjutant M. Gilbreath Camp, No. 333 : I am favorably impressed with the plan of organizing a benefit association in connection with the C. V. A. I notice the suggestion comes from Peidmont, Ala. Let us agitate this question, and let the various Camps of each State, or of all the States, call a meeting and organize a benefit association, something after the plan of the Legion of Honor, and upon the death of a member issue a call for twenty or twenty five cents per member for the benefit of the deceased's heirs at law.

R. C. McPhaill, Commander of Young County Camp, No. 127, Graham, Texas: I have read the suggestion of comrade Ferguson, of Piedmont, Ala., in regard to the formation of an association of ex Confederates by which they shall each contribute a small sum on the death of member, that the dear ones he leaves behind may be provided against want. We are now, most of us, too old to get life insurance, and many too poor to carry it if they were not too old, and by this means they could all have something laid up for their children when they pass away, which, of a necessity, will not be long. I hope to see this plan put in active operation at our next meeting.

OUTHERN RELIEF ENTERTAINMENT, WASHINGTON, D. C. An entertainment was given at Willard's Hall, Washington, D. C., October 26th and 27th, by the Southern Relief Association, which was a decided success, as every thing is that these ladies undertake. Delicious luncheons and refreshments were served for two days, and on Thursday night a. full and appreciative house attended the concert. The programme included music and recitations by the finest artists. Mrs. Alice Swain Hunter, formerly of Richmond, Va,, sang two soprano solos in her own finished style. Mrs. Joseph Thomas, the pianist, rendered superb instrumental selections, and there were mirth provoking as well as pathetic recitations and negro melodies by Miss Anna V. Dorsey, Mr. Polk Miller, of Richmond, Mr. Gilbert Walden, the Southern elocutionist, Dr. Will. Penn Compton and others. This Association is doing a good work at the capital, and should be encouraged and assisted by all who sympathize with those Southern sufferers who have lost all in the cause and are now destitute. The result secured to the fund $357.

REUNION AT BENTONVILLE, ARKANSAS.

J. Mont. Wilson, of Springfield, Mo., writes on September 30: I have just returned from the reunion at Bentonville, Ark., and I am not capable of describing the pleasure manifested by the old veterans in meeting once more, many of them for the first time in twenty eight years. It was a continuous love feast, and when it closed they lingered around, seeming in no hurry to leave. It was good to be there. * * *

My old Captain had four half dollars and a buckskin purse and a minie ball that was flattened out against them and on his thigh at the battle of Corinth. Major Davis, of the Fifteenth Arkansas Infantry, wore a silk sash that he wore through the Mexican war and our civil war. The grand old man is now 86 years old, and seems as straight and spry and active as when I last saw him at the close of the war. Senator Berry standing on the rostrum with his crutch and one leg carried me back to the scenes when he was in the thickest of the fight, No truer friend to Confederate veterans than Senator Berry exists. Dr. Dabney, of Stonewall Jackson's staff, General Coffee, Major Duvall and Judge Bryant all made speeches. Nearly every one of the speakers touched upon the heroism of our Southern women during the war. There was scarcely a dry eye in the audience. There were some men of the South more conspicuous than others, but the women were all heroines. God bless the women of the South who lived during the four years' strife. The Spartan women we read of in history never went through one half what they did. Hundreds of our delicately reared, cultivated and refined women of the South did during, and three or four years following the war, greater deeds than the Spartans. Girls of the present day should know of the heroic deeds of their mothers and grandmothers. I think it would kindle within them flames of loftiest patriotism.

PLUCK OF A SOUTHERN WOMAN. 

James Staley, of Scottsboro, Ala., tells this thrilling story and gives the names of the parties, but requests that they be not published. A young lady of Middle Tennessee was engaged to be married to , of the Confederate army. While on a visit to her father's house he was surrounded and brutally murdered. She saw the man who did the shooting. In a few months after this the same squad of yanks returned to her father's house. She saw the man and knew him. She went to her room, secured a pistol, walked into the yard, looked for the fellow, and in the crowd of forty or fifty yankees found him and shot him down. She was never molested for it. The Captain of this squad was from Ohio. After the war he returned to Tennessee, visited the young lady, and they were married. He settled in Tennessee, and became a prosperous merchant. She was a model Christian lady.

J. P. Holmes, President Bonham, Texas, National Bank: " I beg to inclose herewith my exchange for $13 subscription to the CONFEDERATE VETERAN for the following * * * All the veterans are pleased with the specimen copies shown them and wish you success. * * * My wife says she wants to file away the VETERAN. It is well worth saving." Mr. Holmes procured twenty five subscribers besides his own name, which was at the head of the list.
COL. RHETT, whose career at Fort Sumter, and on to the end of the war, as given in this issue, did valiant service after the war. He organized the force that quelled riot and subdued the turbulent elements about Charleston. "He was a born soldier."

SOLDIERS' HOME OF MASSACHUSETTS. The VETERAN is favored with the eleventh annual report of the Soldiers' Home of Massachusetts. It is an interesting pamphlet of more than sixty pages. Its extended review will furnish notes of interest to Confederates. They may be expected in December. One fact is here noted: Out of the average of 215 "present and absent during the year" there were forty five deaths.

R. R. Foster, Adjutant of the Home, writes: We are interested in knowing what the veterans of the South are doing now, but perhaps not in so great a degree, or with so much anxiety, as when we were gathered together along the Potomac, or around the fortifications of Yorktown.

NEW U. C. V. CAMP AT WINSTON, N. C The Norfleet Camp, No. 436, U. C. V., was organized recently at Winston, N. C., with 109 members. Col. Thomas H. Sutton explained the aims and objects of the organization. Capt. J. C. Bessent, of our local military company, tendered the use of the Forsythe Riflemen's commodious armory to our Camp, so we have an elegant home to start with. It is the intention of the members to canvass the county and corrall every comrade that comes under Art. 8 of the Constitution and By laws. The VETERAN was, by a unanimous vote, adopted as the official organ of our Camp. The officers of the Camp are: Maj. T. J. Brown, Commander, Lieut. R. L. Cox, Second Commander, H. T. Bahnson, Third Commander, S. H. Smith, Adjutant, H. E. Melver, Quartermaster, W. H. Shepherd, Commissary, J. Cal. Conrad, Commissary Sergeant, Rev. H. A. Brown, Chaplain, Dr. J. F. Snaffner. Surgeon , Dr. A. H. Webb. Assistant Surgeon, J. W. Goslen, Secretary and Treasurer, Geo. E. Nissen, Officer of the Day: Capt. R. R,. Crawford, Geo. W. Hinshaw, W. H. Shepherd, Advisory Board, B. L. Ferabee, Sergeant Major, M. H. Ogburn. Vidette, S. A. Ogburn, Color Sergeant, W. C. Brown, W. H. Watkins, Color Guard.

J. W. Moore, Henderson, Ky.: "A Camp of veterans has been organized at this place. The officers are : M. M. Kimmel, of Missouri, Commander, R. H. Cunningham, of Virginia, Adjutant, O. F. Walker, of Tennessee, Treasurer, Rev. W. D. Powers, Chaplain. We have the Kentucky curiosity: Of nearly seventy privates, none claim to be as much as Captains."

THE KEELEY INSTITUTES OF TENNESSEE have been so creditably and 80 successfully managed by the President, C. B. James, Esq., that special reference is made to the great reformation. While there have been relapses occasionally, the good already done is incalculable. The VETERAN gives much prominence to this wonderful remedy. While the advertisement refers specially to the Institutes in Tennessee, its beneficial notice extends to every part of the South.

John O. Casler, of Oklahoma City, O. T., sends this note: I have written a history of my personal experiences in the Confederate army. It is now on sale. The title is, "Four Years in the Stonewall Brigade." under Stonewall Jackson and R. E. Lee, "by a private in the ranks." I have read so many large histories which contained grave errors that I was prompted to give a detailed account of the part I witnessed, and correct some of those errors.

MRS. STONEWALL JACKSON'S BOOK. Hon. E. W. Carmack,. editor of the Memphis Commercial, says in a personal letter: ***** "By the way, I am glad to see you pushing Mrs. Stonewall Jackson's book. I have lately read it through from cover to cover without rising from my seat. It is the simple, loving story of one of the simplest but grandest characters of all history.

I am glad to hear such universal commendation of the VETERAN. It deserves all the praise it gets, and more too.

CONCERNING Mrs. Stonewall Jackson's book, the New York Herald says: "This simple story, told out of a woman's heart,' reveals a man of the tenderest sensibilities and affections glowing beneath the iron exterior of the Confederacy's most invincible soldier, and shows that he was animated by no fanatical sentiment but by the loftiest Christian spirit. Historical and military students will be intensely interested in the startling policy for the conduct of the Confederate conflict devised by Jackson."

JOHN M. COPLEY, of Denton, Texas, has just published an interesting book on the battle of Franklin, and reminiscences of Camp Douglas. Price, $1.

Miss Keller's books, "Severed at Gettysburg," and "Love and Rebellion," are sent for 50 cents each, both for $1 , or either of them sent post paid with the VETERAN one year for $1.

MEMORIALS OF SARAH CHIIDRESS POLK, WIFE OF THE ELEVENTH PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES. The preparation of these brief annals of the life of one of the historic personages of our country was undertaken by Mr. and Mrs. Anson Nelson as a labor of love. Mr. Nelson had been identified with the Tennessee Historical Society for many years, and was an ardent admirer and student of history, and especially of the history of his own State, His wife, always enthusiastically entering into his plans, and uniting with him in all his pursuits, felt it a pleasure to be engaged with him in this work, and an honor to chronicle the experiences of such a woman as Mrs. Polk. Intimately associated with her through many years, they were well prepared to give the story of a life which has interested the people for nearly half a century. Mrs. Polk was born not long after the beginning of this century, and these records cover a period which is becoming more and more attractive to every patriotic spirit. The early decades of this nineteenth century were seed sowing times, and while it is true that seeds of evil also were sown, many lovely flowers and valuable fruits are now flourishing which owe their being to the wisdom and energy of our forefathers and foremothers. Mrs. Polk's youth and school training are described, and the steps whereby she gradually gained the dignified and responsible position which she ever after held for this position was not withdrawn from her when her husband's term was over, and they returned to their Tennessee home. He had been elected to serve four years, she was chosen lo preside during good conduct, and through the long afternoon and evening of her day, a widow, and secluded in her retreat at Polk Place, her benign influence continued unimpaired, and was always wielded on the side of the true and the right. To all who admire worth and dignity in high place, and who love to road about the words and deeds of a good woman, pure minded and strong hearted, this volume will be the welcome companion of a few quiet hours. Price $1.75.

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COL. F. A. MONTGOMERY,

Who was Lieutenant Colonel First Mississippi Cavalry, Gen. W. H. Jackson's Brigade, C. S. A., was Cured of a Horrible Disease, and is Willing for His Friends and Comrades to Know How and Where it was Done.

CHAS. B. JAMES, President Keely Institutes of Tennessee Memphis, Tenn.: DEAR SIR To inorrow is the day which, in all Christian countries, we celebrate as the birthday of that divine man whose advent into the world was heralded by that glorious song of the angels, "Glory to God in the highest, on earth peace and good will to men."

He went about doing good to the souls and bodies of men, and no man or woman with whom be came in contact was too poor. too low or too degraded to be beneath his notice, and to whom he would not stretch out his helping hand.

He sought out sinning men and women to do them good not to point at them the finger of scorn or to hold them up as evil examples to be shunned and avoided, as some of the ancient Romans were said to make their slaves drunk that their sons might see how disgusting drunkenness was. Even in that brief time, between the departure of his spirit on the cross until his resurrection, he was not idle, but preached, we are told, "to the spirits in prison," and still lives to intercede for us,

For us! for whom ? Not the good men and women who meet to worship in the splendid churches, or in the Jewish temple near your Institute, but for the lost and ruined, the reeling drunkard on your streets., the unfortunates to whom he still says, ' Go and sin no more."

But Jesus Christ in his mission on earth did not confine himself to preaching the truth or inculcating pure morality. When he found pain he relieved it, where he found disease he healed it, where he found sorrow he comforted and consoled.

He was "touched with the feelings of our infirmities," he had human sympathy for human beings, and all the examples of good men and women, and all the splendid temples around for the worship of God, will do no good to save fellow men and women unless human aid and human sympathy be extended to them.

I read in the Memphis papers of their noble efforts in behalf of the poor children of Memphis, that they too may rejoice on the day of Christ's nativity, and I wish I could help in so praiseworthy a purpose, for this is practical Christianity.

But I wonder how many of these poor children there are who, when they have received this bounty, will return to homes made poor and miserable by drink strong drink the accursed blight which destroys so many strong men, both rich and poor.
I wonder, too, how many homes there are in Memphis and elsewhere, where, though poverty prevails, peace and happiness reigns because since last Christmas the husband and father has been healed of that most horrible of all diseases, the desire for strong drink, by the Keely treatment in your institute alone. I know of some , no doubt you know of many more. But oh, how few they are compared to those that still suffer. But not alone in the home of the poor is this disease to be found, but in the abodes of wealth and refinement, and in the humble walks of life, though there it is not so open and plain, because the loving wife and daughters and kind friends unite to shield and excuse until the drunkard's road at last leads to poverty and shame, disgrace and death.

I say then, the noblest charity now in the power of manwhether in the private walks of life, in the pulpit or in the church is to save men from drunkenness, the principal cause of almost all sin and every vice and crime.

But how can this be done ? Many of the poorer class of inebriates are inaccessible to all church influence, and many others who maintain their standing and respectablity are blind to what every one who knows them sees, that he is a slave to a habit which has become a disease, which slowly but surely is taking them to a drunkard's grave. And yet there is a remedy at their door as sure to heal as was the touch of Christ upon the leper or the eyes of the blind.
I speak from the fullest conviction, after not only a serious investigation, but from experience, when I say that the Keeley treatment for alcoholism that dread disease which is " drawing 80 many men in destitution and perdition," and dragging down 80 many innocent and happy lives with them will cure any case where the mind is not already wrecked.

It is now some four months since I went to your Institute, determined to try for myself what the effect of your treatment was, I was not a drunkard, at least neither I nor my friends thought that I was I was not, at any rate, a sot, but I had drank fur years, with intervals of abstinence, in which the desire for drink always continued, and was never absent. Still I did not neglect my business when I had any, but my business soon began to neglect me, for men began to see, long before I saw it myself, that I drank too much. Then began my fight with drink a fight in which few men, unaided, succeed. But I determined for myself that I would not yield without a struggle. How hard I fought only those know who, like myself, felt friends, fortune, all that life has most dear for man, slipping away, while I was bound with a chain I could not break.
I did not believe in the Keeley treatment, though the evidences of its cures were accumulating every day around me. But I would have tried it long before but for that fear which today deters many good men from taking it what men might say about it. I did not care to pose before the world as a reformed inebriate for so your graduates are often considered by many who do not look below the surface. At last I yielded and went to your Institute, where I remained a month, but after the first three days all. desire for drink left me, and it has never for a moment returned, and I cannot believe it possible it ever will return. It is impossible to conceive the pleasure which I take in life, and the freedom which I feel from the tyrant who had enslaved me.

As you know, when I went to your Institute I was not drinking to excess, or what drinking men call excess, and yet I was not aware myself of the hold which alcohol had on me until, for the first time, I realized that I was free from its effects. What I saw and heard the month I was in the Institute and in Memphis of the wonderful success of the Keeley treatment would fill a volume, but I must bring this long letter to aclose. Before another Christmas rolls around I sincerely hope that many now suffering from Alcoholism will submit to the treatment and help others to do so and that the next Christmas will find them with homes as bright and as happy as mine now is.

Sincerely your friend, F. A. MONTGOMERY. Cleveland, Bolivar Co., Miss., Dec. 24, 1892. P. S. For further information, on the cure of Morphin Liquor, Tobacco, Insomnia, and other Nervous Diseases, a dress the KEELEY INSTITUTES at Memphis, Nashville or Knoxville, Tenn. Correspondence confidential. Literature mailed on application.

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