. Wearing of the gray; being personal portraits, scenes and adventures of the war . r-resting adversary of the Federal forces invad-ing Virginia. The burly-ruffian view of him will not bearinspection ; and if there are any who cannot erase from theirminds this fanciful figure of a cold, coarse, heartless adventurer,I would beg them to dwell for a moment upon a picture whichthe Richmond correspondent of a Northern journal drew theother day. On a summer morning a solitary man was seen beside thegrave of Stuart, in Hollywood Cemetery, near Richmond. Thedew was on the grass, the birds sang overhea
. Wearing of the gray; being personal portraits, scenes and adventures of the war . r-resting adversary of the Federal forces invad-ing Virginia. The burly-ruffian view of him will not bearinspection ; and if there are any who cannot erase from theirminds this fanciful figure of a cold, coarse, heartless adventurer,I would beg them to dwell for a moment upon a picture whichthe Richmond correspondent of a Northern journal drew theother day. On a summer morning a solitary man was seen beside thegrave of Stuart, in Hollywood Cemetery, near Richmond. Thedew was on the grass, the birds sang overhead, the green hillockat the mans feet was all that remained of the daring leader ofthe Southern cavalry, who, after all his toils, his battles, and theshocks of desperate encounters, had come here to rest in peace. 128 WEARING OF THE GRAY. Beside this unmarked grave the solitary mourner remained long,pondering and remembering. Finally he plucked a wild flower,dropped it upon the grave, and with tears in his eyes, left thplace. This lonely mourner at the grave of Stuart was EC -r— u C3 .C >J • 1 ill THE GALLANT. On the morning of the 17th of March, 1863, Averills FederalCavalry, three thousand in the saddle, crossed the Kappahan-nock at Kellys Ford, and attacked about eight hundred ofGeneral Fitz Lees command, who faced, without shrinking,these great odds, and fought them stubbornly at every pointthroughout the entire day. When the sun set on that tranquil evening—sinking slowlydown behind the quiet forest, unstirred by the least breath ofwind—the long and desperate struggle was decided. The enemywas retiring, badly hurt, and General Stuart added in hisdispatch : We are after him. His dead men and horses strewthe road. No harder battle was fought during the entire war. TheSouthern forces won the day by hard and desperate fighting, incharge after charge; but lost in the struggle some of the mostvaliant hearts that ever beat. Puller, Harris, and Pelha
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