Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1883-03-15
General Reaureaard.

A correspondent of the Detroit EUeniRg
Nelcs, writing from New Orleans says:
''ANithin easy sight of the room in which |
am writing. man a trif1e below middle
height, and too gray for his years, is seated
on the back of an uneasy horse, a fine ami
NAL who can scarcely have tasted powder
on battle field, so nervous is he over
strains of martial music coming up Canal
street. His rider holds him well. The
passer by will glance second time at the
man, for his eyes have far-away look and
his face is furrOwed and prematurely
scanned. He is dressed in civilian garb, of
dark materials, the flaps of his cutaway
coat fly in the breeze and frequently he
raises his Derby hat with one hand whiIo
he pulls his beast back with the other. Be-
side him, on another fine animal, is a less
impressive figure, the heavy cheeks and
rather commonplace cOuntenance pro-
claiming the Governor Of Louisiana. Be-
hind them in the uniform of the National
Guard Of the State, well mounted
and chatting in low tones. are a number of
officers, whose epaulets are not begrimed,
and whose swords are none too weighty
for these piping times of peace. They are
Il good-lOOking lot of gentlemen, and doubt
less some of them have seen service. The
focus of their group is not their constitu-
ti0nal cOmmander-in-chief, but his adj
jutant general, for the gray-haired man
was the most brilliant soldier Louisiana
gave to the Confederate army, Gen. p. T.
Beauregard.
at is Washington's birthday, and the
State militia are out for dress parade.
They come up in splendid form and pre-
sent evidence of severe and effective dis
cipline. Their uniforms are picturesque,
their arms shine through the dull air, for
a light rain has been falling, and they step
to capital music. Great crowds are gath
cred along Canal street, thousands waiting
patiently in the rain for two hours before
the parade began, AS the column reaches
the corner of Canal and Dryades streets,
code hOnOrs are paid to the executive and
and his staff; but il is to Beauregard the
genuine homage is rendered. The sight of
the military sets tongues wagging and fills
old eyes with tears. OF course most of
those who participated in the parade wore
the gray twenty years ago if they were
we'll out of the cradle; some of these are
boys who have been born since then;
but they are all working under the flag
of the republic. How many of them have
dear dead ones out in Chalmette and
farther toward the Northern pines.
''The multitude in the streets is singu-
larly silent; A quiet glance into the eyes
of the older lOokers-on showed tears that
must have frightened their threats like
iron; they were thinking of the other days
clearly, when mimic war had given place
to mighty tragedies: and when boys who
marched to rhythmic beats marched under
other cOlOrs, under other captains, to fields
far away, and never came back. Pitifully
wept am aged face whose parchment skin
and shrunken eyes told too plainly story
oflOneliness and destitution. She trembled
with emotion as she feebly forced her way
past where the staff surrounded Reaure-
gard, and with streaming eyes gazed up at
him, muttering some inaudiDle phrases,
half kindly, half reprOachful. On the steps
of the house in which this is written she
seated herself and rocked her tiny BODY TO
and fro, while she cried as if she still had
a heart to break. Sympathy was offered
by the ladies of the house and after par-
taking of a refreshing drink, she told who
she was. No matter about the name, three
sons and their father; and all fell: two of
the sons with Beauregard at Corinth. one
Of the boys fingered in agony in an hospital
and his sister, the only daughter, went
TO nurse him and his comrades. She took
hospital fever, and the sick boy helped to
prepare her for a shallow grave on the
marshy plain. Widowed and childless, the
solitary survivor Of a family once in COM
parative affluence and ambitious of social
distinction, toiled as a servant in the FAM
lilies Of those who had been her associates,
and upon whom she looked down. Old
age has crept upon her hair and thinned it
out and whitened it; her eyes are losing
spends her remaining days, regretful, she
said, that each nights sleep was followed
with another days waking.1