The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1871-11-26

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MAozunzn. The old warrior sleeps The
sleep OF q soldier In rude Texas grave,
over which there 10 no monument The
grass was growing about Is in shs ssr!y
summer, and there wore come flowers
there, withered and faded. scattered by
woman's hand. A yotary at the shrine
OF nature and finished diplomat at the
Court Of Venus. it was fitting that there
should be Aa,yessc Of green-erowipq
grassesl and love. flowers. If roses sre
the teet-drops Of angels, a. the beautiful
Arab belief puts forth in poetry, then is
this lowly mound hallowed SPOT. and
needs not the sculptured stone, the fret
tea column, the ivy and the obalisk.
Magruder was n wonderful man. He
stood SIX feet four inches high, and had
g form men envied and women adored.
dis nerves were all IRON. Foreign travel
and comprehensive culture had given to
his WIT zest that was alwsys crisp and
sparkling. he never lacerated, TO the
sting OF q repartee he added the honey
OF tho clover He could Eight all dsy
and dance all night. In the morning q
glass OF brandy and strong cigar re-
newed his strength and caused the CUP
OF hh youth to run over with the pre.
eioCs vine ef health and hirh spirit
He loved magnificent uniforms. meonifi-
cent horses. magnificent riders and mag.
nifioent women.
Gifted and graceful in conversation.
he was pet in the boudoir, and loRi-
o1en In the barracks. He had studied
French in Paris. italian In Rome. and
spanish In the Halls Of the Montezumas.
The sabre exercise he learned from q
Turk. His horsemanship was Of the
English kind-that is to say, not grace.
ful. but impossible to be surpassed for
hrm riding and endurance. He wrote
little love songs that were set to music:
one OF them, "Imogene," he'd in it the
plaintive melody Of lover and the sad
rhythm Of burial bugles.
In the Orimea he astonished the
French officers by sleeping at the front
with chasseurs under fire. In Mexico he
sent back to the Archbishop perfumed
glove he had found in his palace when
the oity was won, and with it q note
which read, 'It is pretty enough to have
belonged to Queen. Would she have
pardoned me if had appropriated itp"
AS the Archbishop sent him, next day. a
basket OF delicious wine. it is supposed
that the fair owner of the glove must
have looked leniently upon the hand
some American soldier. Later, and he
was riding with Gen. Scott down the lone
street OF Iturbide. Gen. Garnett ioined
them, and Magruder drew back q little
for his snperiors to confer together. A
white puff OF smoke curled out from an
open window, sudden report followed
speedily. and Garnett and horse fell hard
and bloody. An ounce ball, intended
for SCOTT, had broken Garnett's thigh
and killed his charger. Fearing another
lire, Magruder galloped to the side Of his
chief and covered his body with his own.
The old mans eyes never dropped, nor
his voice changed an intonation. "How
long will it take you to batter down that
house?" he spoke ourtly to Lieut.. Ma
gruder, pointing with sweep of his
fingers to the one nearest, and from
whichEthe bullet came. can hour, by
the watch. general" ssThen open fire
at point blank range. and leave not one
stone upon another"
1t was done, and we'll done, and those
who saw Magruder soonest afterward
noticed that he had another bar on his
epaulettes7-he had been made q captain.
War was his element, the bivouac his
delight, end the battle his perfect hap
pineas. Besides, prodigal. fashionable,
ioolishly brave sometimes, spendthrift,
generous, true friend and staunch
comrade, the surrender at Appomattox
made him an aged man in his prime,
wrinkled his features, which had before
resisted all the attacks Of time.
One who wandered far and long with
him in other lands, in sweet sunshiny
weather, relates how, from Vera Cruz to
Chapu!tepec, he went with Magruder all
over the battle-felds of the Mexican
war. The light came back to his eyes,
and the hre to his face, when telling OF
Contreras. and Cherubusco, and Perote.
and Molino del Rey, and the Belen
State, and Ohapuitepec, and the City of
Mexico. His talk was never ended of
SCOTT and Twiggs, Wood and Worth,
smith and Pillow, Taylor and Quitman,
ana all the young subordinates who
aiterward played such bloody parts in
the greatest OF American dramas. OF
Mcclellan, he told this incident, among
9 thousand: The fire from the hill of
Ohapuitepec was terrible. Fifty pieces
OF artillery were massed against my four
gun battery at point blank range, and in
the valley below, O regiment Of lancers
were forming for q charge. Our fire
had been slackened, and the men we're
lying down. A young man sat beside
one OF the guns, amusing himself with
picking up pebbles and shooting them
from his hand. The lancers came nearer.
called the young officer whom I had
noticed, and he spTang up, saluting.
Your namel" Lieutenant George B.
Mcclellan" every yell, Lieutenant.
Take command OF one of these guns and
dlsperse those lanoers." The gunners
rushed to their pieces. All the great
oannons about Ohapultepeo went to
roaring. The battle begun anew. Worth
was sweeping mp the acclivity, the
lanoers were routed, and the next saw
OF Mcclellan, he was smoking cigarette