St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-02-22

locl OH HIS CAalI, put uOWn HIS napkin.
ana began to sing at the top of his
I voice. John Browns body lies moul-
dering in the ground" patting time with
| take him down, when Sherman cried
| out, 80 let him alone, madam. let him
! sing" But the cheers and thunderouS
| applause at the end of the verse drown
ed the childs patriotism in an attack of
stage fright ana he would sing nomore.
L saw Sherman again just after the
war at Hanover, n. H., where the au-
thorities of Dartmouth college conferred
/ the honorary degree sof Lii. ID. on the
| soldier. L was among the favored few
who held tickets to the East gallery, land
we went early to the church where the
commencement exercises were to be
held. The seats in the organ loft were
reserved, we were told, for the presi-
dents family and the ladies OF Gen.
Sherman's party. When the house was
| full, and We were expecting the process
| sion from the chapel every moment, the
| spruce looking officer. The applause
with which he was greeted embarrassed
| him visibly and confused him still more
as he realized the mistake. Then the
procession entered, and when all the
church was fairly on tiptoe with eXpec-
| tatiOn, there entered quietly tall man
in plain uniformity beloved Gen.
Sherman. | Sprang TO my feet and
! clapped and danced among the Sedate
Yankee women like a true, loyal West
erner.
watched the general all through the
exercises, great part of which were In
Latin, and | think they were nearly as
unlntelllgIble to him as to myself. Fin
ally the president, in cap and gown,
! turned to Gen. Sherman, who stood up,
looking more like a great bashful
schoolDoy than the hero Of the march
to the sea. The stately scholar ad-
dressed him in Latin and then took his
seat, leaving the floor to the soldier.
His speech was brief and to the point.
'Well, boys. this is great day
for you. l rememberthe day [
graduated, and just how it
felt. They told me l was through
school now, and must paddle my own
canoe, and they didn't say it in Latin,
either"
The next time [ saw the famous SOL
der was at Springfield, the day Lin
coins monument was unveiled. Great
preparations had been made for the en-
tertalnment of all the famous men who
were to be present. One of the finest
houses in the city was thrown open for
Sherman, but when the royal soldier
came, he said: THANK you, good peo-
pie, you are very kind, but | think I'd
rather go where the boys are" So he
went to the Leland hotel, the soldiers
headquarters, and in the morning when
the procession set out for Oak Ridge
cemetery, ''Sherman's dashing Yankee
hoyc - with Sbprn hifncaIE rarf.bi n
ahead, led the column. We were at
Oak Ridge early. After hours of wait
ing, when the grounds seemed to be
filled with carriages holding gallant sol
diers and ladies fair, | saw about the
monument the sturdy figure of Grant,
picturesque Custer, gallant Logan, jolly
little Phil Sheridan, and scores of other
noble men bearing historic names. but
nowhere my ideal soldier.
We heard a dull roar off in the di-
rection OF the city. 1t drew nearer and
nearer. Then a party of marshals of the
day on horseback parted the crowd right
and left, and there. within arms reach,
marched Gen. Sherman at the head of
his old command, wearing, as did scores
of his men, the old battle-stained uni
form. Hats with bullet holes through
them, ragged coats with Southern clay
stains, tattered battle flags above them,
the embodiment of the spirit that had
done and borne SO much that the Union
might be preserved. If / had never
! realized how terrible thing crowd
can be before. | did that day as the
storm of cheers that had risen and
rolled along, breaking about the head
of that column, reached us and swept
us, women and men, into its vortex of
wild excitement.
When came to myself after the col
umn had passed, my new bonnet, a
frivolous thing at best, sat over my left
ear, my gloves were in tatters and my
lips and throat were dry; but my eyes
were full Of tears, and | re-echoed the