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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. .... - M 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.