The Topeka state journal., 1897-07-22
STATUE OF GEN. LOGAN.

the regiment he raised and, after that,
in a brave, orderly sequence, Belmont,
Donelson, Shiloh, Vicksburg, Atlanta
and-Peace.
Logan's place in the war is secure.
The chroniclers of the future will write
of him as Froisart did of the knights
and heroes of medieval times 1t is,
and will always be, glorious story.
Something, perhaps, ought to say of
his nature as a man; the nature that
ruled him, as temperament always
does, in field, in camp and in senate.
He was not easily controlled. There
was iron in his blood, and there was
fire too, which, when he was aroused,
blaZed into a consuming wrath. But
this is his glory; the self-willed, doni-
nant temper always yielded submissive
ly to the stronger spirit of patriotism.
Take one or two examples, of the
many, which illustrate this sublime
characteristic. When Logan had fought
the battle of Atlanta, and saved a day
that was lost; when he had shown the
consummate qualities Of a great lead
er; he thought and he had a right to
think, he might keep what he had won
the command of an army that loved
him. For less than that Napoleon made
men marshals of the empire and bade
them be the companions of Devout and
Ney and Massena. But it was not to
be. The army of the Tennessee was
given to another, and Logan went back
to his corps, making no sign.
MY nature is subdued
To what it works in
which critics say, revealed his inmost
heart. No words can more truly show
US Logan's heart, for all he did, or
hoped or aspired to was subdued by one
master passion; his country.
Later, when the war was almost
over, and the inevitable triumph was
plainly visible. there came to him an
opportunity which would have been a
trial and a temptation to most men,
But it was not to him. Grant sent him
to relieve Thomas, and in doing so.
notice TO all q
gan was fit for high command. 1t was
one OF the most picturesque situations
of the war. The army of the Potomac
was holding the Confederacy by the
throat, while Sherman, marching to
the sea, was cutting all it's veins and
arteries. Meanwhile, Thomas with be-
making ready, slowly but surely, for
the blow that should kill. Grant, the
imperturable, seeing the whole field.
no longer. He called for his thunder
bolt; and sent Logan, whom no one
had ever thought slow to make the
@ @hght: 1 could name men, with
would have seized that opportunity to
humiliate the man whose lineage ran
from Mill Springs through Corinth,
MurfresbOro and Chickamauga, to At
lanta. He, like Logan, had become a
| type. He was the synonym for that
| enduring courage which stays forever
in its place.
| where Thomas. and Hood Were prepar-
! ing for their last grapple-stopped at
| Louisville; not because it seemed best
for his own fortunes, but because it was
| right. He, who would have flown to
any place where danger lay, halted at
| that supreme moment. He ruled his
| own soul; and his conduct shines with
| a great light, when we read in Sher-
| mans memoirs that after the battle
| of Atlanta, Thomas, conscientiously,
| beyond any queStion-remonstrate
warmly against giving the command of
| the Army of the Tennessee to Logan.
| The day Logan halted on his way to
| Nashville brought him the noblest re-
venge that ever one brave man had over
| another.
| 1t reads like some old story of ro-
| nance. In his pocket was the order
which gave him the right to supersede
| the general who said he must not COM
| mand the Army of the Tennessee. Both
| now are gone. Their armies will never
! camp again, but the nation loves and
| honors the two men who were thus
| drawn together in those last great days.