The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1889-06-20

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of other people, which would seem to
belong to the age Of lace rulfies and
side swords.
"Where is my little Miss Alilired:'
he would say on coming in from his
ride or walk at dusk. "She is my
light-bearer; the house is never dark if
she is in it."
He was passionately fond of nature,
and never wearied Of riding about on
Traveller among our beautiful Virginia
hills and mountains, with one OF his
daughters invariably at his side. His
delight in the early flush Of the spring,
in the rich glow of the summer, and in
the superb coloring of our autumn
landscape was wonderfully fine and
keen. "No words can express" says
one of his daughters, 1.-THE intense en-
ioyment he would get out Of brilliant
sunset"
He was fond of literature, and in
dulged all his life in a wide range Of
reading quite apart from the bearings
of his profession. When at home he
was always in the habit of reading
aloud to his family. "My first and
most intimate acquaintance with olr
Walter Scatt's metrical ronlances,' one
of his daughters says, "came through
papa. He read them to US when we
were children, till we almost knew
them by heart. and the best English
classics were always within reach OF
his hand. One of the last winters Oh
his life he read aloud to the family
group the latest translation ofthe lhad
and the Odyssey"
Gen. Lee possessed one quality which
only those who came into close lntl-
macy withIhim were much aware OF; ne
had g delicious sense Of humor. Many
a student was turned aside from some
perilous course by sly shaft, feathered
with his keen wit, or by some humor-
Gus question which conveyed gentle
reproof, of which only he for whom the
reproof was intended could understand
the bearings. He could be very stern
when it was necessary, but somehow
his sternness never embittered.
When he became president Of the
college he Immediately had morning
prayers established in the chapel; and
never during his incumbency was he
known to be absent from them, If he
was we'll and at home. The only
things with which he ever grew lnl-
patient were self-indulgence and fail
ure to duty. The voice of duty was to
him the voice of God. Under no cir
cumstances was he willing to disobey
it, nor could he understand how Others
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One of the last acts of mis- life was
filial one. Accompanied by his daugh-
ter Agnes he went to Florida to visit
the grave of his father, "Light-Horse
Harry Lee" This iourney-his last
earthly one-was sort of sacred pill
grimage. AS he returned from Florida
he sought out, in North Carolina, the
final resting place of his lovely daugh-
ter Annie, who had died in the State
in the early freshness of her beautiful
girlhood, just at the moment when her
father was winning his most brilliant
successes. Agnes told me when she
came home of her fathers extreme un-
willingness to be made hero of any
where, and of the reluctance he mani
tested, which it took many pleas to
overcome, to show himself to the crowd
assembled at every station along the
route W ho pressed to catch a sight OF
him. "Why should they care to see
me-" he would say, when urged to ap-
pear on the platform Of the train
"why should they care to see me: l
am only poor old Confederate" This
feeling he carried with him to the
latest hour of his life.