Virginia citizen. (Irvington, Va.) 1891-1921, 1907-06-07

Brlgadler-General Thomas L. Nun
ford, of Virginia
,Brigadier-G eneral Clement A. Evans,
of Georgia.
Brigadier-General Robert Lowry, OF
Mississippi.
Brigadier-GeneralW w. p. Roberts, OF
| North Carolina.
One of the nattiest Confederate of
ficers was Mrs. George Miltenberger,
of st. Louis, Mo-, aid-de-camp and as
sistant surgeon-General on the staff of
General Stephen ID. Lee. In her per-
fectly-fitting suit of fine Confederate
uniform, specially designed and fashion
ed with the official insignia of the wearer
as to stars, braid and buttons; with grey
skirt, plumed hat, crimson silken sash and
military boots of patent leather, Colonel
Miltenberger made brilliant figure as
she rode in the procession or galloped
back and forth along the ranks carrying
orders, Mrs. Miltenberger was Con-
federate matron who did noble service
at the spinning wheel and as a scout.
Oregon, Montana, California, and
nearly every state of the West; Ohio,
New York and several other Northern
States had representatives.
Some Pathetic Sights.
The line of march was over two miles
long, beginning at the city hall and ex-
tending to the Stuart veiled statue in
west Richmond. Governor Swanson,
mounted on an imported black stallion,
made superb picture and was loudly
cheered.
In the ranks were men like Lieu
tenant-Governor Ellyson, Judge Mann
and Acknowledgement Anderson, march
ing side by side with some tattered-
clothed veteran. Many of these latter
were clad in the old grey suit or the
brown homespun pea-jacket which had
last served them at Appomattox, with
Joseph K. Johnston in South Carolina
or with Kirby Smith in the Southwest.
A Georgian, with his brown home
spun displayed one arm sleeveless and
the bullet rent which had carried away
the member. Eyeless, legless, and
armless men in numbers showed what
humanity could stand and suffer for a
| cause so dear.
One worn veteran from Indian Terri
tory marched with his wife who was
an Indian princess, once beautiful no
doubt, but now haggard and old.
Another and probably the most pa
thetic of all. and eliciting the most
applause in the parade, was a South
Carolina ''sand-hiller. who had
marched or rode under the Palmetto
flag with Wade Hampton. He was
minus one leg and one arm, and refused
to take carriage, but with his crutch
and the aid of his white-haired wife,
poorly clad as he, marching by his side,
he made the two-mile journey amid the
acclaim of the assembled tens of
thousands. In his battered cap was a
miniature battle flag of the Con-
federacy.
The scenes of widest enthusiasm
would not he replete without describing
the ovation rendered South Carolinian
who was dragged blushingly to the
stage that night by one of the noted
speakers. His name was Lipscomb,
and now resides in Texas. At the.bat-
tie of the Crater, when the earth trem-
bled but little more than the stout
hearts around it-when Captain Feath-
erstone, commanding the company
nearest that went unscathed, and he
says his heart was humping like a
hydraulic pump and he wished he had
no more at stake than the molly-cotton-
tail that was making for the tall tim
ber-a voice from his rear piped out:
"Cap'n, may fall into your company"
Turning to see who was crazy enough
to want to ''fall in" when he wanted to
'fall out, he saw the blackest, gri-
miest, sootiest human being to be an
Anglo-SaXon his eyes ever landed on.
Instantly recognizing one who had been
blown up, he inquired facetiously: ''How
far did they blow you, my man?''
wall, Cap'n, as was going up / met
the company cook coming down, and he
said he would have breakfast ready gin
got back!" The man was private
Lipscomb, the sole survivor of two
South Carolina companies that had been
blown up in the awful death hole.
Lipscomb had landed on his feet, and
his pleading remark to join Feather
stones company was rounded off with
the remark-"I jes want ter git squar
with them d rascals, the Yanks."
Speeches at the Convention.
The first of the speakers at the Horse
Show building, where were gathered
ten thousand people, most of them those
who had worn the grey, was the
Governor of Virginia, who welcomed
the reunion to Virginia. General Boil.
ing introduced the Governor. He saiG
the chief executive of the State was
too young to fight in the great war, but
no man in the South is doing more t.
perpetuate the memory of the brave
men who did the fighting, and no mar
is doing more to have taught tt
the children of the South the tru,
history of the great conflict. AS tn,
son of Confederate Veteran the Gov
ernor thrilled his audience with en-
thusiasm and at periods it was full thre,
minutes before he could resume becaus,
of the cheering, men standing on thei
seats and throwing hats into the air
Following him was the Grand Com