The National tribune., 1901-07-25

serve your fire till they come within sc
| yards, then fire and give them the bayo,
net; and when you charge, yell like furies.
HE had reserved them for a counter
stroke. Five minutes later the enemy had
pressed both of our fianks back and
reached the 50-yard dead line in front.
Suddenly the two regiments rose to their
feet, with the 9Th Va. closing up behind
to support them, poured a desolating
sheet of bullets in the compact mass, and
with the first rebel yell ever given
dashed at the reeling columns, their bay
oncts bristling in the sunlight. The en-
emy's center broke in disorder, pursued,
bayoneted and trampled by the Virgin
ians.
"Just then Kirby Smith arrived with
his fresh brigade and drove back the Fed
eral left. Beauregard then ordered a gen.
eral advance. Mcdowell threw forward
fresh brigade to stem the storm, but 1t
was swept away. The plateau was car
ried, the cannon train captured and turned
on the retreating mass. But the rout was
checked beyond the ravine and new line
of battle formed. Then up came Early
with more Virginians, Just reaching the
field, and this line, already demoralized,
was broken by another charge. The rout
was complete; the panic spread; the wild
stampede of shattered and frenzied fugi-
tives, crowding each other, painting, half
chicken with dust, formed spectacle that
cannot be described"
/ have interpolated the foregoing ex-
cerpts because they are admirably illus
trative of ''Stonewall Jackson's way"
Eve see him now; the queer slouchcd hat
Cooked DER his eye askew;
The shrewd, dry smile; the speech so pat,
So calm, SO blunt, SO true
That's Stonewall Jackson's way"
sToYEwALL JACKSON DEAD.
When Jackson died the Northern jour
nails were unstinted in their eulogiums.
They styled him the modern Bonaparte.
Mcclellan was q mourner, saying that
Jackson was the greatest executive Cen
eral of the war. More than any other
General, Stonewall Jackson had the love
and confidence of the Confederate army
and the Southern people.
The Washington Chronicle, referring to
Jackson's untimely death at Chancellors-
vile, said:
''Stonewall Jackson is dead! While we
are only too glad to be rid, in any way,
of SO terrible foe, our sense of relief is
not unmingled with emotions of sorrow
and sympathy at the death of so brave
a man. Every man who possesses the
slightest particle of magnanimity must
admire the qualities for which Stonewall
Jackson was celebrated-his heroism, sub
lime devotion, mis- bravery, his purity of
character. He is not the first instance of
a good man devoting himself to bad
cause. Let us deYoutly acknowledge the
providence Of God, Who, while He smites
that accursed land with famine, md the
people with madness, takes from their ac-
cursed cause its bravest noblest, purest
defenders. Stonewall Jackson was
great General, brave soldier, noble
Christian. and a pure man. May God
throw these virtues against the sins of
the SecessiOnists-the advocates of
great National crime"
Coming from an enemy that Is q fine
tribute to the character of Jackson.
In this connection / give the circum-
stances Of the wounding OF jackson and
his death.
While accommodating with Gen. A. p.
Hill, and both OF their staffs. on the night
of Saturday, May 2, 1863, Gen. Jackson
was wounded by members OF a North
Carolina regiment on picket duty, and not
80 yards from Hooker's line He re-
ccived two wounds in his left arm and one
in his right hand. While being carried
10 the rear by four men, one of them was
killed and he fell from the others shoul-
ders, being severely hurt. His wounds
were not fatal. Pneumonia caused his
death. Before his death he was cheer
fully expressing the opinion that if he
had had another hour OF daylight and
had not been wounded, he would have
certainly cut off Hooker's retreat. His
last words referred to his army corps:
Tell Gen. Hill TO prepare his division
for action, and tell Maj. Hawkes. to send
forward provisions for the men,"
The Southland was in deepest mourn
ing for Stonewall Jackson. His loss was ir-
repHrable, as was the death of Albert Sid
ney Johnston, at Shiloh. All mourned that
the fire Of Jackson's genius would no
longer lead his legions to battle, and the
scream Of his eagles would no more echo
along the bloody banks of the Rappahan-
mock or the bosom of the Potomac, or In
the beautiful valley OF the Shenandoah
his own sweet Valley Of Virginia.