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THE WASHINGTON GAZETTE.
JAS. A. WRIGHT, AGENT.
THE WASHINGTON GAZETTE
Turns—Three Dollars a year, in advance
Lexington (Va) Correspondence Richmond Timet.
LEE AND JACKSON-
Some Interetting Gossip about Gen. Let—
the Ex commander at a College Preti
dent—Hit Hobiit ofLLisae —a History of
hit Campaigns in Proportion.
A visit to Lexington, pleasant on many
accounts, is pecuniarly so by reason of the
facts that you bear on all sides incidents,
anecdotes and personal recollections of the
two great men whose names are so dear to
the South Every one loves to talk about
Lee, and every one has something new to
tell about Jackson. I know not when, in
all my life, I passed so pleasant an evening,
as that at Colonel Maseie'a, where, for
hours, the conversation related wholly tp
his colleague and intimate friend, the leader
of the Stonewall Brigade., Never before
had I heard or read so lively and graphic
of the complete physical, mental and mor
al n ture of the mao, and lam .quite sure
that, if this oral sketch could be pot in
print, just as it came from Col. Uassie's
lips, it would be far more entertainiog than
anything which has yet been published.
It is surprising what a number of charac
teristic incidents are remembered by almost
every person you meet, and this fact alooe
is enough to prove that Jackson must have
been no ordinary mao. Perhaps at some
future time I may give your readers an
outline of what has been told me about ‘the
Major.'
With regard to Qen. Lee, the following
questions and answers will afford you some
idea of his way of life, aud of the esteem
in which be ia held by all claases :
“Do the college boys like him!'
‘Like him ? They love him !’
••Well, does he like hie position es Pres
ident, or does he merely put up With it in
view of something better I'
'Unfortunately he likes it. When the
place was first offered him, by letter, be
declined it; but after Judge Brockenbor
ough had visited him and explained to him
fully the views and wishes of the faculty
he accepted, and accepted in good faith,
being satisfied that he could discharge the
duties of the position and he of service to
his country.
•Since became be has been pleased, I
suppose ?’
‘How could it be otherwise! Everybo
by ia delighted with him, as he must know
whenever be looks in the face of student,
cadet or citizen; besides he is doing
good.'
‘He lives comfortably!'
‘Quite so. He has a comfortable house,
well furnished ; and while his salary is not
‘large his every want is supplied, and ofieo
times ,, y , V
•How do you mean t’ $-s9ss «• * *
‘Why, every stage that enter, the village
brings him a paro. I or box, aent by express
and these boxes and parcels contain ahriort
every imaginable thing, from books and
pictures down to clothing and provis
ionß.‘ * ■
‘Where do these boxes com# frorhf
‘From every quarter of the globe, you
msy say, but chiefly from Baltimore.’
‘Are the donors known f
‘Not always; indeed Ido not think they
generally are, hot when known the gift is
promptly acknowledged. The other day
a little girl, living some tour miles in
the country, sent the General a pres
ent of applet, and the very next evening,
to the great joy and'the amazement of her
parents, Gen. Lee rode up alighted, entered
the House,and aftepreturniag his thanks,
paid his little friend a visit of some length.’
•Does he mingle frSely with the peo
ple !’ ■ *»■**«*
•He is not st all unsocial, is' free, yet cau
tious m conversation, but his visits are made
chiefly to the ladiea.’
1 suppose he ia greatly annoved by visi
tors!’
‘Jfo, you can hardly say that. Some
times his patience is tried by persons re
questing him to sit for his picture of bust,
and on one occasioa he was heard to de
clare that, he had rather stand the fire of
half a dozen of the best marksmen in- the
army of Northern Virginia, than be vexed
by the continued solicitations of artists,
photograber* and the hire. He was pair
WASHINGTON, WILKES COUNTY, GA, FRIDAY MORNING, AUGUST 17,1886.
tkmlarly worried a few days ago by an old
lady from the South who insisted on hav
ing a lock of even ‘three threads of his
hair,’ which she bad promised faithfully to
carry a poung female friend in Alabama or
Georgia.’
“How did he manage to get rid of her P
‘After considering the difficulty, he per
suaded the old lady to put up with a phot*
ograph in place of the lock of hair. She
was by no means satisfied, but the General
was firm. He is also annoyed by letters
on all subjects. One of these lately re
ceived wus from an old woman in England,
who sent him a bill for fonr dollars, which
a man of bis name, Robert E. Lee, had
borrowed from her in 1862. As the old
lady was evidently an earnest, and the let
ter genuine, the General promptly replied,
and proved an abba.’ - *
‘ls be writing a history of his cam
paigns ?’
‘I lh : nk so. At all events, he., is collec
ting materials for a history. Many think
he would be uuwilting to publish a history
just at this time, when so many of the ac.
tois are living, and the passions engendered
by the war are still fresh and rankling;
but the fact that Richara ion, the New York
publisher, piad him a visit not long since,
is regarded by others aa proof that the
history is now in process of composi
tion.’ , y
‘Have no other publishers besides Rich
ardson approached him !”
*Ob, yes, one certainly has. A New
York publisher, whose name is witbtela’,
offered to endow Washington College with
the sum of #IO,OOO annually, if General
Lee would contribute one article a week to
his paper. The proposition was made in
form to the rector by a responsible party;
but the rector, for reasons which you can
appreciate, withheld it.’
‘General Lee, then never heard of it 7*
‘Yet-, he did ; at least it is said he did.
He became apprised of it in some way,
aud declined the offer.’
Does he .concern himself about poli
tics ?’
‘Not at all. On the contrary, he is ex
tremely careful that even the suspicion
of politics should attach to the college.’
‘His habits are industrious, I have
heard!’
‘They are. As early as six o’clock in
the morning you may see him walking in
to town to get his letters and papers; the
remeinderof the day ie devoted tobistnani
fold*do'i«e, and in the evening he iidns in
to the country on bis white horse, not un
frcquenlly Stopping to converse with the
farmers and country gentlemen with whom
be obances to meet, about crops and such
matters.’
■ls there any truth in the story that du
ring one of these rides be was baited by
one es bis Own soldiers, a simple minded,
enthusiastic countiyman, who insisted on
giving him three cheers, then and there,,in
the middle of the road V
. 1 think not. We never beard of it I’
The family of the General is as much
beloved almost aa the General himself, I
ban been told P
‘Yes; every member of the family is a
great favorite with our people.’
‘Gem Custis Lee is said to be a man of
promise!’
•He is. In some respects he is a more
mysterious man than his father. There is
something of him. He is ve
ry modest, but he is very firm in bis con
viction, and bis opinions are remarkably
practicable and sound. He is a practical
thinker.’
‘Gen. Lee does not intent! to quit the
college !’
“We have no raaiqn whatever to believe
that he will abaodontfte'BUMvge «u ISR|f as
1 be is competent to discharge the duties ol
President. It is said that he once desired
to become Govenqr of Virginia. But tba
was before the war. Jimes have changed
And under the new order of things the gu
bernatoral chair of a Southern State can
have few charms for any gentleman, much
less for Geu. Lee. We think, therefore
that be will remain with us, aud this is one
reason, indeed the chief reason, why you
fiiad our people so < hcerful and hopeful of
the future of their town and country, and
in fact of this entire portion of the v W
ley.’ ;
THE BEGGAR BOY,
‘Get away with you, you dirty beggar
boy! I’d like to know what-right you
have to look over the fenoe at our flow
ers !’
The speaker wes a little boy not more
than eleven years old, and th-.ugh the peo
ple sometimes called it handsome, bis face
looked very harsh and disagreeable just
then.
He stood in a beautiful garden, in the
suburbs of the city; aud it was June time
and the tulips were opening themselves to
the sunshine. Ob, it was a great joy to
look at them, as they bowed gracefully to
the light, with their necks of-crimson, or
of yellow and carnation. The bedß flank
ed either side of the path that curved
around a small arbor, where the young
grape clusters, that lay hidden"among the
large leaves, wrote a beautiful prophecy
for the autumn.
A white railing ran in front-of the gar
den, and over this the beggar boy, so rude,
ly addressed, was leaning. 4 am afraid
you would hare turned away ia disgust
from so repulsive a spec tableland yet God
and angels loved him.
He was looking with all his soul in his
eves on the beautiful blossoms, as they
swayed to and fre in the summer while he
leaned his arm on the fence railing, and
forgot everything in that absorbed gaze.
Ah! it was seldom the beggar boy saw
anything that was either v*ry good or
beautiful; and it was sad that bis dream
should have such a rude awakening.
The blood rushed up in his face, and a
glh new lull of evil and defiance flashed into
his eyes. But, belore the could retreat
a little £irl sprang out from the arbor and
looked eug-erlj” from one bof: to the other.
She was very fate, with soft iiaael eyes, over
which droped Jong shining* lashes. Rich
curls bung over hc*r ald*/St bare white
shoulders, and her lips wfo almost the
color of crimson tulips bloc Ah **
“How could you spe.tk mo cross to the
boy, Hiltion ?’’ she asked, wwitlf a tone o
sad reproach quivering thrwgb t.he sweet
Dess of her yoice. “I’m sure it doc's not
harm ns to have him look »f the flow6.es If
he like .”
“Well, Helen,” urged 4 - the brother,
slightly mortified nndlaahmned, “I o’on’t
like to have beggars looking over the fence-
It looks so low.’’ f
“Now that’s a notion of yours, Hiltonf-
I’m sure if the flowers ca*. do any body
any good, we ought to be very glad. Lit
tle boy P and the child turned to the beg
gar boy, ant) addressed Inin as courteously
as though he had been a prince—“l’ll pick
you some of the tulips if you will wait a
moment.”
“Helen, Ido believe yoir’e the funniest
girf thatever lived!’’ ejaculated her broth
ers* he turneHteway, and with a low whis
tle sauntered down the path, feeling very
uncomfortable; for her a conduct was 6
stronger reproof than a*# words CouKMave
been. ' "
Helen pluoked one of each specimen of
tulips, and there was a, great variety of
these, aud gave them to the child. His
face brightened as he received them, and
he thanked her.
Qb ! tlie little girl bad dropped a ‘pearl
of price’ in the back, tujbid billows of the
boy’s life, and after year* would bring it up,
beautiful and fair again.
Twelve years bad passed. The blue
eyed girl had grown into the tall, grace
ful woman. One bright June afternoon
( walked with her husband through the gar
den, lor she was on a visit to her parents.
The place was but little-changed, and the
tulips had opened their lips of crimson
and gold to the aunshine, just as they had
twelve years before. Suddenly they be
held a young man in ike workman’s blue
overalls, leaning over the fence, his eyes
wandering eagerly from the beautiful flow
ers to herself. He had a frank, pleasant
countenance, anj there was something in
his manner that interested the lady and
gentleman.
‘Look here, Edward,’ she said; ‘I’D
pluck some of the flowers. It always do<B
good to see people admire them ; and re
leasing he husbaad’s atm she approached
hi pales saying—and the smile round her
lips was very like the old child one—“ Are
you fond of flowers, sir! it will give me
great pleasure to gather you some.”
The young man looked for a moment
earnestly into the young, sweet face.
“Twelve years ago, this very month,” be
said, in a voice deep and yet tremulous
with feeling, “I stood here, leaning on this
railing, a dirty, ragged little beggar boy;
and yon asked me the very question.
Twelve years ago yon placed the bright
flowers in my bands, and they made me a
boy—aye, and they made a man of me,
too. Your face has becu light, ma’am, all
along the dark hours of my life; and this
day the little beggar boy can stand in the
old place apd say to you, though he’s as
humble and hard working man, yet thank
Gok, he’s an honest one.
Tear-drops trembled, like (he morning
drew, on the shining lasher of the lady, as
she turned to her husband, who had joined
her, and listened in absorbed attention to
tbe workman’s words. “God,” she said,
“put it into mv child-heart to do that lit
tle deed of kindness, and see how great is
the reward, he has given me.
And tbe setting sun poured a flood of
purple light over the little group that stood
there over the workman in bis blue overall,
over the lady with her golden hpir, and
over tbe proud-looking gentleman at her
side. Although it was a picture for a
painter, the angel* who looked down on it
from heaven saw something more than a
picture there.
STONEWALL JACKSON’S WAY.
To the Editor of the Round Table:
Dkab Sib:—Your correspondent “X," in your
last issue, has something to say about the rebel
ballad “Stonewall Jackson’s Way,” which was
to popular in Confedrates camps and homes du
ring the war. At the song is given iuoorreotiy
in most of the Northern collections, perhaps
you will not object to print the true version ;
aud so obhgelbat “Serveautof the Old Stone
wnll I?KaaMLjl|W "( ‘'killed at Winches
lei,
. «n the
>5 tifflflJjKanjjli Bre bright I
No matter if tree canteen fails,
We’ll make a roaring night.
Here Sbenauduah brawl* -along,
There burly Blue Ridge echoc* etong—
To swell the Brigade’t rousing tong
Os Stoaewall Jackson’s Way,
We see him uow ; the old slouched hat
Cocked o’er hie eye askew;
Tlf-ltitir-'ii ■iM.gmjle: the speech so pat—
b’o cai’m, so blunl;
The Blue Lig-ht ElderMwfcs ’em well;
Says be, “That’# Banka ; he’e fond of shell,
Lord save h;s soul we‘ll give him”—Well, v
That’s Stonewall Jackson’e Way.
Silence I Ground arms 1 Kneel all I Caps off I
Old Blue Light’e going to pray.
Strangle the fool that dare* to eooff.
Attention 1 it’s hie way.
Appealing from his native sod
In forma pauperie to Qod,
“Lay bare thine arm I Streteh fo’rth tby rod !
Amen!” That’s Stonewall’* Way.
Re sin the Saddle now; Fall in 1
Steady I the whole Brigade.
Hill’s at the ford, cut off; wa’jd ivin
Hiu way out, ball and blade,
What matter if our shoes are worn!
What matter if feet are torn I
Quick step!—we’re with him before morn.
That’s Stonewall Jackson’s Way.
The sun’s bright lances rout tbe mists
Os morning, and, by Qaorge,
Here’s Longtreet, struggling in the lists,
Hemmed in an ugly gorge.
Pope and his Yankees—whipped before!
“Bay’uets and grape I” her Stonewall roar.
Charge, Smart I Pay off Ashby’s score,
In Stonewall Jackson's Way I’’
Ah, maiden 1 wait, and watch, and yearn
for Dews of Bt.o ewall’s band.
Ah widow I read, with eyes that burn,
That ring upon 'hy band.
Ah, wife! sew on, pray on, hope 00,
Thy life shall not be all folrorn.
The foe bad better ne’er b«en born
Tbst gets iu fctonewall’a Way.
Washington is getting too hot for the
Radicals. So will the whole country be
soon,
The Lebanon, Ohio, Shakers axe trying
to shake sugar out of sorghum.
One horse railroad in Philadelphia car
ried 32,254 passengers on the Fourth.
Connecticut has 700 insane, and will
build a hospital for them.
'Georgia is opening her diamond mines
VOL. I.—NO. 17.
A Gallant Soldier’s Sentiments.—
The ‘Memoirs of the Confederate War,’ by
Colonel Heros Yon Brock, Chief of Staff
for Gen. J. E. B. Stuart, which have bad a
run through several numbers of Black
wood's Magazine, are concluded in tbe last
issue (June) of that renowned periodical-
The following is the concluding paragraph
of the author’s interesting‘Memoirs,’ which,
doubtless, breathe tbe sentiments of many
gallant fellows who still survive the wreck
of Ibe ‘Lost Cause.’
Lee’s glorious army is no longer in exis
tence. The brave men who formed it have,
after innumerable sufferings, bowed to the
enemy’s power and numbers, and dispersed
to follow peaceful pursuits. But those who
have survived the fearful struggle for inde
pendence can look back upon a scries pf
battles and viclories unequalled in history ;
apd every one of us will forever speak with
pride of tbe time when he was a soldier of
thearqiy of Northern Virvinia. I, myself,
am still an invalid. The ball which I car
ried in my lungs gives me frequent suffering
and has broken my onge so robust bealth ;
but as every renewal of my painß reminds
me of the past, they are alleviated and
effaced by the pleasure with which I revert
to tbe time when I fought side by side
with those brave men ; and I shall ever re
joice that I drew my stvord for tbe gallant
people of tbe late Confederacy.
Noble sentiments, nobly expressed.
- ..
The Morality of Amusements.—Des
cribing tbe morality Os amusements a Troy
clergyman, Rev. Mr. Vincent, says ;
‘One of the spiritual wiseacres who was
opposed to amusements says, ‘can checkers
soothe a dying bed !* and another, ’lf
Christ were to visit earth, would you in
vite him to a game of chess l’ Now this
is very foolish logic. There are quite a
number of things proper for us which
would be unbecoming in the King of
Saints. For Instance—and we put in the
moat serious spirit, and only as a reductio
ad absurdum —if Christ should revisit the
eorth, we would not ask him to sing ‘Hail
Columbia,’ or run for Congress, and yet it
will riot be olaimed that these acts are
wrong in men. On the contrary, we have
heard of good clergymeu among our Na
tional Leglators. “Checkers would not
soothe the dying bed nor would church
fairs, nor Sabbath school picnics, nor a hun
dred other things equally harmless or
praiseworthy.’
WosftN Fattened at Tunis for Mar
"RlAaEj—A girl after she is is
cooped up in a small room; shackles of
gold and silver are placed upon her ankles
and wrists, as a piece dress. If she is
to be married to a man who has discharged,
dispatched, or lost a former wife,
les which the former wife wore a*a? -puton
tbe new bride’B limbs, and she is fed till
they are filled up to a proper thickness.
The food used for this custom, worthy.of
the barbarians, is called drough, wbiob ia
of an extraordinary fattening .quality, and
also famous for renderirg the milk of the
nurse rich ai.d abundant. With this seed,
and their natural dtafi, tjascutcio, the bride
is literally and Many actually
die under the spoon.
‘Facts are stubborn things,’ said a law
yer to a female witness under examination.
The lady replied : ‘Yes, sir-ee ; and so are
women, and if you get of
me, just let me know it.’ ‘You’llW%onj
mitted for contempt.’ ‘Very|weli, I’ll suffer
justly, for I feel the utmost contempt for
every lawyer present.’
Bonner’s income: $165,609,65.
Jericho (Vt ) has had a fflfctvclass torn
ado.
A Cabinet motto—the more haste th«
less Speed.
A negro died recently in Louisiana aged
120.
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Punch styles diplomatic notes waste pa
per. . , v
All YankeeaAkP.eaufort, S. C.
Horse Shoe Falls; '
Tbe burnt district ip Portland cover*
327 acre*. Important discoveries of cop
per in St, Poroingo.