The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-05-21

the nations stand idle and such things done. It was Press forward'! Press forwardr from Fool Tom Johnston,' but even the hot anger in each breast at sight of the useless desolation could not rush the men on fast enough. Back rushes courier shouting: The damned vandals have gone!' General Jackson says, By God. you are too slowv No, 1 say. by Godl General Jackson says You're too slowr"
 To the very jaws of death, almost without mercy, he urged to the fight, each to the last round of ammunition, the foe must be faced. "On the left to the broken center came raw boned sorrel urged to a furious galop; upon It a figure all dusk in the dusk 8 Crom- we'll Quixote of a man, with an eye like steel and voice like ice, he threw hifn- self from his saddle and closed his gaunt- leted hand with force on the arm of drummer boy Beat the rally!
 There Is all the gossip and the camp criticism of leaders, fresh as II 1t mas struck the air from living lips but yes terday
 Jackson. "who uses his calvary as no general has since Napoleon"
 Jackson: "Religious ss Cromwell, ana artless as Macchiavelli! Begins his or ders with an honorable mention or God, closes them with, Put all deserters Ill irons and in between gives points to Reynard the Fox.'
 "Old Jack, sitting up there on hickory stump reading the book of Kings?' Jack son ready to give orders to his generals with close at hand the dictionary, the Bible, the Maxims and lemon.'
 Jackson at Staunton, when all the world rang with his fame: Jackson rode up and down the line. His fame had mount ed high. To do with a few men and at a little cost what. by all the rules of war, should have $olved strong armies and much bloodshed, took 8 generalship for which the world was beginning to give him credit. With Cross Keys and Port Republic began that sustained enthu- siasm which accompanied him to the end Now on the march and on the bat tlefield, when he passed his men cheered him wildly, and throughout the south the eyes of men and women kipdled at his name. At Staunton the reinforcing troops, the greater number of whom saw him for the first time, shouted for him and woke the echoes Grave and unsmiling he lifted the forage cap, touched Little Sorrel with the spur and went on by. It is not to De doubted that he was ambitious, and It lies not in ambitious man, no, nor in man of any type, to feel no joy in such cry of recognition! If he felt 1t, however, he did not eVince IL. lie only JeTheu HIS Aeiie in the air and went on by
 He is shown at night skirting his army, pressing horses into service himself, the despoiled farmer glorying that it is Jack son who leaves a tired horse for fresh one AS his black body servant describes him. levine talk wifi de Lawd-talk all night long! Hit a1n't healthy. Pray an pray m look up at de sky 'twel he gifts paralySiS!'
 On the verge of a great engagement: we will see the battle tomorrow. Have you ever given much attention, general to the subject of growth in grace?'t
 Here the long season of eclipse when the brilliant leader seemed likes one in dream; ssForeordained and predestined to be at the crucial point at the critical moment! Backed alike by Calvin and God!' but now walking like man in mist waiting, waiting while impatient generals pant for orders to advance: Tell General Magruder that have other important duties to perform" If there could be onething more important than saving a mans own soul it would be saw ing his country.
 The whole army had begun to think with General McLaws: There are two Jacksons. The one that came down here left the other one in the valley.' | Disaster 1OlOWeQ QlSdSleT, anu LILO CULT manders could but say one to another: "Old Jackson simply hasn't been here at an-he's been broken down and 1.-The S coming out of his spell We'll cross the bridge at length with Stonewall Jackson going on before!"
 | A different side of the stern commander 1 Is given In the story of the old country woman who came directly to the general with two shirts, some socks, chicken and a pot of apple butter for her son. At the command of Jackson himself the whole army stopped a quarter hour while all the soldiers in hearing called from one to another to learn the whereabouts of John, Middle Name Henry, Last Name Simpson, Needless to say the son was found and came forward shame-facedly to receive his gifts
 Another side when the distinguished Englishmen of title and of military fame came to visit the new renouned leader They found him ready to tallI-a little-of the cathedrals of the old country, but ut terly silent when he was asked about his plans and his methods and his victories.
 A touch almost pathetic is given to the portrait: General Stuart, Beauty Stu art, sent to the Lieutenant-General Jack son a new uniform. and at that time all new things were wonders within the
 
 hestated to don it, only the insistence Of the staff that General Stuart would want to know "how it 1t," and the faithful Jim's "Gineral, Miss Anna sholy would like to see you in it. prevailed ana
 somewhat bashfully from the tent came forth Stonewall Jackson metamorphosed ''
 In this new grandeur the general, at the urgent request of his staff, consented to review the troops. At first the men did not know their old leader of the forage cap, but when he was recognized, and in such splendors The place rang to the frolic shouting, 'Stonewall Stonewall Jacksonl Old Jackn Little Sorre moved beneath his master with an added air of pride and distended nostril and the men in mad joy cried. Little Sorrel don t know him, either! Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! Amt life worth while! Amt it grandr'
 There follow those last great days of the men of steel and iron in the Wilder ness.
 An hundred times has that story of glory and death been written never better than in these pages.
 "The Army of. Virginia knew itself di- vided out in two. Far back in the flower ing woods before Chancellorsville the man on the grey horse, directing here, df- recting there his 12.000 men, played his master game with equanimity trusting in Stonewall Jackson rushing the right.
 Westward in the Wilderness the man on the sorrel nag travelled with no back ward look. He rode like incarnate inten- ton, I trust first in God, and then In General Lee.
 'I think am-and my wounds are from m m u1 Ian ta1.