Daily Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1882-1893, 1883-12-11
GEN. j. q. MAGRUDER.
The Dashinx Confederate Here VINE
is Hurled In an obscure Tsxss
Grave.
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He lies buried in an obscure spot in
the graveyard at Houston, Texas. A
subscription is now being taken up IN
inclose his grave and put something
upon il in the shape OF a token that he il
still remembered by the people among
whom he fought and died
Magruder was wonderful man. He
stood six feet four inches in height, and
had form which the men envied and
the women adored. His nerves we're
all iron. Foreign travel and compro-
heusive culture had given to his wit
zest that was always crisp and spark
ling. He never lacerated. To the sting
OF the reyartea lie added the honey Il
the clover. He could fight all day and
dame all night. In the morning
glass OF brandy and good cigar 70.
newed his strength, and caused the cup
of his youth to run over with the pre-
cious wme Of health and high spirits.
He loved magnificent uniforms, mag
niticcnt horses, magnificent riders and
magnificent women.
Gifted and graceful in conversation,
he was pet in the boudoir and q logi-
clan in the barracks. He had studied
French in Paris, Italian in Rome, and
Spanish in the halls Of the Montezumas.
His Workmanship was Of the English
kind that is to say, not graceful, but
impossible to lie surpassed for firm
riding and endurance. He wrote little
love songs that were set TO music: one
of them, -Imogene," had in it the
plaintive repinines If soldier-lope and
the sad rhythm OF burial bugles.
In the Crimea he astonished the
French officers by sleeping at the front
with the Chasseurs under fire., In
Mexico lie sent back to the archbishop
q lady's periGmed glove he had found
in his palace when the CITY WAS won, and
III it note which read; 1T is
pretty enough to have belonged to q
queen. Would she have pardoned me-
if l had appropriated ?" As the arch
bishop sent him the next day basket
of delicious wine, it is supposed that
the fair owner of the glove must have
looked leniently upon the handsome
American soldier.
Later, and he was riding with Gen.
Scott down the long street of Iturbide.
Gen. Garrett joined them, and Magru-
der drew a little back, for his superiors
to consult. A white puff OF smoke
carled on. from an open window, q sud-
den report followed speedily and Gar
nett and Iorse went down together. An
ounce ball, intended for Scott. had
broken Garnett's thigh, and killed the
charger. Fearing another FIRE,
Magruder galioped to the side of his
chief and covered his body with his
own. The old mans eyes never
dropped nor his voice changed an in
donation.
"How long will il take you to batter
down that houseY
He spoke CURLY TO Lieut.. Magruder,
pointing with sweep of his finger to
the nearest, and from which the bullet
came.
IAN hour by the watch, general
"rhen open fire at point blank range,
and leave not one stone upon another. "
1t was done, and well done; and
those who saw Magruder soonest after.
ward noticed that he had another bar
on his epaulettes. and had been made q
captain. War was his element, the
bivouac his delight, and the battlefield
bis uerfef.t inspiratiOn