The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1885-10-31
"LITTLE MAC" AT REST.


to sleep and never awoke.
"LITTLE MAC" AT REST.
Soldier rest, thy warfare DER,
Sleep the sleep that knows no waking.
How much more appropriate can
these lines of the Philadelphia poet be
applied to another than the late Gen.
George B. Mcclellan, of New Jersey,
who died suddenly at Orange in that
state on Thursday afternoon. Another
of Americas few remaining representa-
tive patriots has passed away. Another
of New Jerseys noblest sons has SO
soon followed the beloved Frederick
T. Frelinghuysen. 1t may be out of
the pale of correct ssimilitude to unite
the names of these two men, but both
were the fairest blossoms on New Jer-
sey's family tree of great men, and both
were deeply and alfectionately regard
by the American nation. General Nc
Clellan's death is an intensely sad one.
His loss to his state and the country
today will be mourned with
sincerity equal to that great
grief the nation felt when the older SOL
der lately fell asleep upon the noun
tain top. General Mcclellan was the
right kind of Man to gain national
prominence. In fact all of New Jer-
sey's greater men seem to be and have
been of that class. Perhaps for her
closeness to the mighty Atlantic, per
haps from the strength and granduer of
her hills, and positively from might
and strength and granduer in their own
natures, her soldiers and statesmen are
first and foremost in merit, distinction,
ard national reverence There is many
an old veteran in the land to- day whose
tears will flow freely when he hears that
Little Mac" has mustered OUT Of
life's stern service and gone to join the
waiting regiments on the other side.
He was in the prime of life, in full
possession of all his old time wonderful
power as a statesman, gentleman, and
warrior still leading a life of remark
able usefulness and vigor-yet, the old,
old, story, death General Mcclellan
was a soldier in every sense of the
word. Not soldier to wear gold lace
and cooked hats and haunt his titles in
the faces of the less honored, but
scholarly adept at military warfare,
perfect master of all its technlcalities,
completely versed in the art of regi-
mental maneuvering, and probably the
best campaignist among the Nations
glorious galaxy Of military men. Aside
from his art, however, he was a scholar
of eminent ability, social, genial, gen.
tleman, an acute statesman, sin
cere religionists, and in every way
noble, brilliant, little man. He had
his faults, like all of us. Weremember
one time when he was too amb tious.
We remember one time when the hopes
that were had in him were disappointed.
We remember one time, too, when he
was dethroned because of the personal
antagonism of greater men than him
self. But we remember, too, willingly
and gladly, that the burden OF Winfield
SCOTS duties were too much TO fall
upon the shoulder of man like Nc
Clellan, and we remember, too, gladly
and willingly, to join our measure of
praise to the whole nations chorus of
commentator and gratitude for tine
great work he did for us and the nation
in the binding together the armies of
the Republic against foe already tri-
umphant and victorious. He conferred
blessings upon his country, he was a
sincere man, warm and loyal friend
and citizen. Forget the political an
tagonism of other days, Oh !! veterans
of the Union, and worshipers of heroic
men worth worshiping, and engrave the
epitaph of genius, purely American
great man upon your hearts, Little
Mac !" A soldier, scholar, a states
man wise grand and good ; answering
the roll call to day in the ranks of the
white--obed regiment beyond the stars