. Gen. Robert Edward Lee; soldier, citizen, and Christian patriot. ways anduncomfortable concomitants of a camp, and that he missed as keenlythe refinements of life to which he had been accustomed after fouryears as he did at first. In the last part of the war no one had delicacies ; invitations-vcry common among intimate friends were, Do come to dinner ortea; we succeeded in running the blockade this week. This meantcoffee after dinner, preserved fruits, loaf sugar, good tea, or some-times that which was always very acceptable to Mr. Benjaminspalate, anchovy paste. He used to say, with bread
. Gen. Robert Edward Lee; soldier, citizen, and Christian patriot. ways anduncomfortable concomitants of a camp, and that he missed as keenlythe refinements of life to which he had been accustomed after fouryears as he did at first. In the last part of the war no one had delicacies ; invitations-vcry common among intimate friends were, Do come to dinner ortea; we succeeded in running the blockade this week. This meantcoffee after dinner, preserved fruits, loaf sugar, good tea, or some-times that which was always very acceptable to Mr. Benjaminspalate, anchovy paste. He used to say, with bread made of Cren-shaws flour spread with the paste, English walnuts from an immensetree in the grounds, and a glass of the McHenry sherry, of which wehad a small store, a mans patriotism became rampant. Once,wdien he was invited to partake of a beefsteak pie, of which, he wasvery fond, he wrote : I have never eaten them in perfection exceptin the Cunard steamers (my cook had been chef on one), and Ishall enjoy the scream of the seabirds, the lashing of the sea, and. 214 GENERAL ROBERT EDWARD LEE, see the blue above and the blue below, while I eat it; so youmay expect me. The close relations that fellowship in danger brings about aresweet memories, and are harder to relinquish than those of courtlyceremony or triumph. Our women knitted like Penelope, from day-light until dawn. They did it, however, not as a subterfuge, but toclothe their families and the soldiers—socks, gloves, luufiflers, under-clothing, every thing that could be worn of this fabric was madeand admirably shaped. Mr. W. C. Rives was an exceedingly neat, well-dressed man always,and the careful attention he gave to his attire made him appearmuch younger than his long and distinguished service proved himto be. He came by invitation to our house one morning to break-fast, wearing such a beautifully fitted suit of gray clothes, with gaitersof the same, and they became him so well, that some of the youngmen remarked upo
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