Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1902-12-21

the light Of father than friend. re
counciled with him about all matters "
j Importance and after obtaining the y. wy.
Fathers approval Of his idea, lmmedlate ,:
put it to use. Father Hubert Wnen spear.
ing to him, would say: MY son, SO ana
so" After the Gettysburg campaign
marching through the enemy's country
the young chaplain passed farmhouse
having several horses in the STABLE. re
was worn out by long marches and scanty
rations. and believing that ne was JUST
tid mounted one of them. AFTER le"
hours ride, he came up with father ~ 1,l-
bert. whom he found trudging along inc
rocky road barefooted, IN the rallhS " NO
men.
After exchange of greetings, the young
man said: Father, captured th!s morse.
which will serve both of US, ana peg you
to take him until you are thoroughly rest
cd. " -,
where did you get the horse, my son
said Father Hubert.
II led him from stable
..Then," said Father Hubert. take HIM
back forthwith to the owner. lie does not
belong to you"
But" answered the young man, the
place is now in the enemys lines, and
cannot take him back
Then turn him loose" said the rather.
Look at me- I have no shoes. but
which belongs to another
On one occa sion, when the army fell
back, leaving u large number or SICK ana
wounded in the Federal lines, Father HUI
bert remained with them. Both armies
passed far beyond, and only those who
were unable to travel, and the usual lorce
of stragglers, We're there.
In the stiffness of the night, the cries
of q woman in distress were heard. Call
ing on such of the attendants as were at
hanca Father Hubert, guided by the sound,
rushed thither, to find a nearby house
, in possession of four Federal bummers,
who, after having rit1ed 1t Of everything
portable. We're terrorizinS the woman VINO
lived there Father Hubert was quickly
upon the scene, and with the energy or
Forrest, aided by his loyal nurses, stop
ped them in their villainous work, and
hurled them from the premises.
Father Hubert was a chaplain; had ne
been otherwise, he might have been
Forrest or Jackson.
Nothing is more difficult than to ind!-
cate in precise terms the picture of his
life.
His character and qualities were well
known to his comrades. but we are pow
erless to leave behind any adequate idea
of his personality. Indeed, it would be
impossible to imagine more perfectly
rounded character than Father Hubert.
and to know him truly. 1t was necessary
to have served with him.
The remarkable success which attended
his labors tells more plainly of him than
we can write.
Perhaps the best light which can be
turned on Father Hubert is to recall his
answering devotion to the Southern
cause after the war.
During all those dangerous and trying
orGeals Of reconstruction, he never yield
ed one iota of his opinions.
He stood for principle and fought the
battles of his people then, as he had done
during the war.
There was no compromise in him where
his honor was involved.
It seems very appropriate, therefore,
that his body should rest under the rifle
pits which his comrades dug at Macon,
Ca. and alongside many of them.
His life-sized portrait hangs on the wall
of Memorial Hall, in this city. and each
Sunday morning, when his old comrades
gather there to exchange pleasant greet
inss, and to recount the events of that
heroic past, his face reminds them OF
many delightful recollections. Next to
him on the wall, is portrait Of Stonewall
Jackson, and Immediately in their front
is likeness of General Lee. Is it
wonder, then, that his old comrades love
to linger in such a presence?
Father Biever makes no mistake ii say
ing that his old comrades revere his men,
Dry, because SO long as two are left, they
will tell of his virtues. In 1888 Father
Hubert was stricken with paralysis and
at his request was moved to Macon, Ga,
hoping the change would restore his
health, but from the scenes he loved, he
passed to heavenly realms.
When in the gray dawn of his 1ifc's last
day. where years before he mingled with
his comrades, and faced the dangers and
hardships of battles, a picket came into
his camp and gave warning Of the ap-
preaching SAemy.
The battle was at hand, but he met 1t
bravely. A few devoted friends and
brothers gathered around his bedside, and
breatllessly watched and listened for the
last word which that dear old man should
utter And there lie died, and there his
body rests. In sacred soil
His life was repicte with acts of Kind
ness and devotion. and we love to dwell
on his memory. Courageous, but tender,
possessed the unbounded confidence and
affection of his people
Conspicuous for his loyalty to the South.
ne was admired by those whom ne OPP j
posed In his ministerial field he was ever
1T the post of duty. Many a faint heart
and distressed body found comfort at his
hands, and there are very few Of the
native families of New Orleans unac-
uuainted with the work of Father HUI
bert We believe that his soul has eternal
repose.