The weekly examiner., 1901-05-25
Written for this paper
 Fame of Marye's Hill.

By R. M. Calhoun, Washington, ID. C. Washington, D. C., April, 1901. Fredericksburg of the Past and Pres ent. Memoirs of a Soldier of Siege Battery B. First Conn. Heavy Artil- lery, who Fought at the Battle of Fredericksburg.
 Nearly a year ago the reunion of the Army of the Potomac was held at Fredericksburg, Va, once the home of George Washington, on the beautiful Rappahannock river. A great mass of people were at the depot to welcome President Mckinley and party. They were escorted to headquarters of the Society of the Army of the Potomac by the citizens of Fredericksburg, headed by bands of music.
 The city was decorated with flags and bunting. The ex-Confederate soldiers were there in large numbers from the cities Of Richmond, Petersburg, and the adjacent counties. It was a rainy, misty morning, and the heavy fog hung over the Rappahannock very much as it did on the morning of De- cember 13, 1862, when the 50th N Y. engineers, the 7th Mich, 18th and 2Oth Mass, laid the pontoon bridge under cover of the fog, while in the houses and cellars on the banks of the river were secreted the Confederate sharp shooters.
 But Fredericksburg has covered her self with glory. Thirty-nine years ago she lay sullen, dark and quiet while 150 cannon, including seven siege guns of the First Conn. Heavy Artillery, bat teries B and M, commanded by Capt. Alfred F. Brooker and Capt. A. F. Pratt opened fire from Falmouth Heights, vomiting forth shot and shell into the city and over the deserted streets, searching Marye's Hill beyond into the Confederate batteries of the Washington Light Battery.
 Now sweet peace and an enthusiastic welcome. The boys in gray were there as we'll as the boys in blue. But their leaders were not-Lee, Jackson, Hill McLaws, Pickett, Ewell, Kershaw and Cobb; like Burnside, Hooker, Hancock, Meade, Gibbons, Summer and other leading generals of that great battle, long ago have crossed the divide on Ito the other shore. Since then their comrades and successors, former friends and foes, seemingly have united and have fought for Old Glory, chang ing the map of the world, making the starry banner known and respected in the far distant Orient and among the thousand islands of the sea.
 After hearing the adresses of Presi- dent Mckinley, General Daniel E.. Sickles and others, I leave the city and cross the Rappahannock on to the Heights, to the position of Batteries B and M during the battle. There are two redoubts remaining, kept in a good state of preservation by MT. Corbin, the owner of the Washington farm.
 Looking down upon the open fields below, it is hard to believe that this is the spot where George Washington, a jolly, rollicking, happy boy, rode the sorrel colt that broke its neck; that here he spent many of his boyhood days, unconscious of any future great ness. Across the river, in the city, lived his honored mother, Mary Wash ington. The old house in which she lived remains and is little changed. The back yard in which she loved to work among her cherished flowers; strange to say, in all these years and convulsions of time and history, re- mains about the same. It was in this garden that General Marquis Lafayette found her at work in her homespun dress made by her own hands.
 Gro be concluded next week.)