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Contents for January, 1907

FRONTISPIECE—Portrait of General Lee on Traveler

CAPABILITY. (Sonnet) _John Trotwood Moore_ 345

ROBERT EDWARD LEE _Robert L. Taylor_ 346
Illustrated.

HISTORIC HIGHWAYS OF THE SOUTH—CHAPTER XVI _John Trotwood Moore_ 354
Illustrated.

HOW OLE WASH GOT RID OF HIS MOTHERS-IN-LAW _John Trotwood Moore_ 364

SOME BEAUTIFUL WOMEN OF THE SOUTH 368
Illustrated.

COLONIAL FOOTPRINTS _J. K. Collins_ 373
Illustrated.

HISTORY OF THE HALS—CHAPTER XVI _John Trotwood Moore_ 379

THE MEASURE OF A MAN. (Serial Story) _John Trotwood Moore_ 384

MEN OF AFFAIRS 387
Illustrated.

SOME SOUTHERN WRITERS _Kate Alma Orgain_ 392
Illustrated.

TWELFTH NIGHT REVELS _Jane Feild Baskin_ 395

UNCLE ABRAHAM’S SERMON. (Story.) _John Marshall Kelly_ 398

THE STORY OF THE YEAR-GIFTS _Robert Wilson Neal_ 401

THE SHADOW OF THE ATTACOA. (Serial Story.) _Thornwell Jacobs_ 403

THE RACE PROBLEM _James H. Branch_ 415

REMUS. (Serial Narrative.) _Laps. D. McCord_ 423

NAPOLEON—PART V—Continued _Anna Erwin Woods_ 427

WITH BOB TAYLOR 430
SENTIMENT AND STORY.
THE PARADISE OF FOOLS.

WITH TROTWOOD 439
THE LAST DRIVE. (Poem.)
THE PROBLEM OF LIFE.
A QUAIL HUNT IN AN AUTOMOBILE.

BOOKS AND AUTHORS _Lillian Kendrick Byrn_ 450

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TAYLOR-TROTWOOD MAGAZINE

VOL. IV JANUARY, 1907 NO. 4

_CAPABILITY_

_A SONNET_

_BY JOHN TROTWOOD MOORE_

_God sends duties to those who show themselves capable of duty, and power to those who are worthy of power._—Wm. McKinley.

_There comes a time to Nations, as to man,_
_When God shall test them with a furnace fire,_
_Shall weigh them in the scales of His desire—_
_Predestined law of long predestined plan._
_To him who measureth to the nobler span,_
_He maketh him a model and a chart,_
_Of all His ways a parcel and a part_
_Wherever Fate, His pulse of purpose, ran._

_But woe to him He weigheth and find not!_
_And woe to him that testeth not as gold!_
_His name shall be in blighting and in blot,_
_His fame the murk of mildew and of mold._
_He giveth power to him of power and beauty,_
_He addeth strength to him of strength and duty._

ROBERT EDWARD LEE

_Born January 19, 1807. Died October 12, 1870_

By Robert L. Taylor

To write of Lee in the fulfilling of his manifold duties would be to fill volumes. Lee as an intrepid young officer in the United States army; as a practical military engineer; as a man among men; as a staunch patriot, a brilliant commander and a magnanimous foe; a hero whose strength was the might of gentleness and self-command; the chief of a vanquished army, setting an example of noble submission; in the sanctity of his home, consecrating his energies to the restoration of a prostrate and desolate country; as the head of a great institution for the upbuilding of character and scholarship; as parent, as husband, friend; and as a modest, God-fearing gentleman—in all of these critical relations which constitute the test of true greatness, the rich nature of Robert Edward Lee shone with unfailing steadfastness and brilliancy.

I cannot attempt, in the limits of a magazine article, to do justice to an inexhaustible subject. Why should I when the most eloquent tongues and pens of two continents have labored to present, with fitting eulogy, the character and career of our cavalier _par excellence_? It is the South’s patent of nobility that he is to-day regarded, the world over, not only as ranking with the greatest military geniuses history has known, but as having less of the selfish littleness of ordinary humanity than any of his compeers. I simply weave a wreath of memory to offer on his natal day.

That he was the son of Light Horse Harry Lee and Anne Carter, and was born at Stratford, the Carter ancestral home in Westmoreland, Virginia, the nineteenth of January, 1807, are well-known statistics. Miss Emily V. Mason, in her “Popular Life of General Lee,”[1] gives the following account of his early life:

When he was but four years of age, his father removed to
Alexandria the better to educate his children, and there are
many persons yet living in that old town who remember him at
that early age. From these sources we are assured that his
childhood was as remarkable as his manhood for the modesty and
thoughtfulness of his character, and for the performance of
every duty which devolved upon him.... At this period General
Harry Lee was absent in the West Indies in pursuit of health,
and he died when Robert was eleven years of age.... His mother
was also an invalid, and Robert was her devoted cavalier,
hurrying home from school to take her for her drive, and
assuming all the household cares, learning at this time the
self-control and economy in all financial concerns which ever
characterized him....

General Lee used to say that he was fond of hunting when a
boy—that he would sometimes follow the hounds on foot all day.
This will account for his well-developed form, and for that
wonderful strength which was never known to fail him in all the
fatigues and privations of his after life.

It was natural that the son of Light Horse Harry should desire to enter the army, and he was doubtless also inspired to take this step by a desire to relieve his mother of the expense of his maintenance and education. “At West Point,” says General Fitzhugh Lee,[2] “he had four years of hard study, vigorous drill, and was absorbing strategy and tactics to be useful in after years. His excellent habits and close attention to all duties did not desert him; his last year he held the post of honor in the aspirations of cadet life—the adjutant of the corps. He graduated second in a class of forty-six and was commissioned second lieutenant in the Corps of Engineers. It is interesting to note that his eldest son, George Washington Custis Lee, also entered the Military Academy twenty-one years after his father, was also the cadet adjutant, graduated first in his class and was assigned to the Engineer Corps.” Of still greater interest is the graduation, in 1902, of his greatnephew, Fitzhugh Lee, Jr., who, on his graduation, was appointed special aide to Mrs. Roosevelt.

Lee’s first assignment to duty was at Fortress Monroe, where he remained four years.

About the time of the Mexican War]

“He went much,” continues his nephew biographer, “in the society of ladies—always most congenial to him.... He was in love from boyhood. Fate brought him to the feet of one who, by birth, education, position and family tradition, was best suited to be his life companion. Mary, the daughter of George Washington Parke Custis, of Arlington, and R. E. Lee were married on the thirtieth of June, 1831.”

The modesty of the newly married couple was spared the modern newspaper accounts of the bride’s wedding garments, her trousseau and trunks, the gifts and other intimate details now demanded by an insatiate public.

Mrs. Lee was possessed of a strong intellect, charming person and fascinating manners, being at the same time very domestic in her tastes, and “such a housekeeper as was to be found among the matrons of her day,” says her friend, Reverend J. W. Jones, who adds: “She was, from the beginning, a model wife and mother.”[3]

A short account of the children of this exemplary couple may not be amiss here. George Washington Custis Lee graduated, as has been said, first in his class, and at the time of the secession of Virginia was an officer in the Engineer Corps. He was appointed aide on President Davis’s staff, became brigadier and then major-general, and after the close of the war was made professor of engineering in the Virginia Military Institute and succeeded his father as president of Washington and Lee University. This position he held for twenty-six years, maintaining the high standards set by his father. Since his retirement, in 1897, he has resided at Burke, Virginia.

William Henry Fitzhugh, the second son, was a Harvard graduate and was appointed lieutenant in the army on the special application of General Scott, but had resigned and was living at home when the war came on, and he raised a cavalry company, of which he was made captain. He had command of two companies and was made major of the squadron. After the war he served in the Virginia Senate and in Congress until his death.

Robert E. Lee, junior, was a student in the University of Virginia when the war began, and promptly enlisted in the Confederate army. He served on the staff of his brother, General W. H. F. Lee, and rose to the rank of captain. Since the war he has been a successful planter, and in 1905 he completed the “Recollections of My Father,” truly a work of love.[4]

Miss Anne Carter Lee died during the war, and Miss Agnes shortly after the death of her devoted father. Miss Mildred Lee died in 1905, and Miss Mary Lee is still living, a prominent figure in all social and historical matters in her state and the national capital.

The oldest son was born at Fortress Monroe, but the other children were all born at Arlington, where Mrs. Lee passed much of her time when her husband was sent to distant stations.

Of Lee’s work as military engineer, Mr. Jones says:

The system of river improvements devised by Lee at St. Louis
are still followed there, and to his next work, at Fort
Hamilton, the city of New York owes its perfect defenses to-day.

His campaign under General Scott, in Mexico, was his first taste of actual service, and history has recorded his zeal, valor and undaunted energy in that memorable conflict. He now entered upon his real career. He was breveted major at Cerro Gordo, lieutenant-colonel at Churubusco, and colonel at Chapultepec. General Scott testified his appreciation in every report he made to the War Department, and Lee repaid the regard of his beloved general with an extraordinary admiration and devotion.

He brought his son, Robert, a mustang pony from Mexico. “He was,” writes Captain Lee, in his “Recollections,” “for his inches, about as good a horse as I ever met with. While he lived ... he and Grace Darling, my father’s favorite mare, were members of our family. Grace Darling was a chestnut mare of fine size and great power. He bought her in Texas from the Arkansas cavalry on his way to Mexico, her owner having died on the march out. She was with him during all of the war, and was shot seven times. As a little fellow I used to brag of the number of bullets in her, and would place my finger on the scar made by each one.”

In 1852 he was appointed Superintendent of the United States Military Academy at West Point, where he remained for three years, when he was sent to Texas. His services on the frontier covered a period of five years, with one furlough home, during which he was sent, in October, 1859, to capture John Brown, at Harper’s Ferry. In February, 1861, he was recalled from Texas and ordered to report at Washington. He was not in favor of secession, for he loved the Union strongly, and he clung fondly to the hope that the breach might be closed, but he did not hesitate when he saw that his state would secede. A New York banker, an intimate friend of General Scott, asked him at this time, in the course of a conversation on the art of war: “General, whom do you regard as the greatest living soldier?” General Scott replied immediately: “Colonel Robert E. Lee is not only the greatest soldier in America, but the greatest now living in the world. This is my firm conviction from a full knowledge of his extraordinary abilities, and if the occasion ever arises, Lee will win this place in the estimation of the whole world.” Refusing the supreme command of the United States army, he cast in his lot with the Confederacy, and was placed in command of the troops of Virginia.

Much discussion has been held concerning the occupation of Arlington by the Federal authorities, but it was claimed that this was a justifiable act, in view of the commanding position of the property. The White House and the department buildings near it were only two miles and a half from the highest point on the Arlington grounds; the Capitol only three and a half miles away, and Georgetown less than a mile. A battery established on the heights would have had the whole of Washington at its mercy. General Scott saw the importance of this position, and, reluctant as he was to turn Mrs. Lee from the lovely home where he had so often received her hospitality; deeply grieved as he must have been to humiliate by his first move one who had been his cherished friend and trusted aide, he sent General Mansfield to take it. “It is quite probable,” wrote the latter in his report, “that our troops assembled at Arlington will create much excitement in Virginia; yet, at the same time, if the enemy were to occupy the ground there a greater excitement would take place on our side.”

Without going into particular details of the four years of fighting, I wish to quote Lord Wolseley’s beautiful tribute to Lee:[5]

It is my wish to describe him as I saw him in the autumn of
1862, when, at the head of proud and victorious troops, he
smiled at the notion of defeat by any army that could be sent
against him. I desire to make known to the reader not only the
renowned soldier, whom I believe to have been the greatest
of his age, but to give some insight into the character of
one whom I have always considered the most perfect man I ever
met....

Outsiders can best weigh and determine the merits of the chief
actors on both sides.... On one side I can see, in the dogged
determination of the North, persevered in to the end through
years of recurring failure, the spirit for which the men of
Britain have always been remarkable. It is a virtue to which
the United States owed its birth in the last century.... On
the other hand, I can recognize the chivalrous valor of those
gallant men whom Lee led to victory, who fought not only for
fatherland and in defense of home, but for those rights most
prized by free men. Washington’s stalwart soldiers were styled
rebels by our king and his ministers, and in like manner the
men who wore the gray uniform were denounced as rebels from the
banks of the Potomac to the headwaters of the St. Lawrence....
As a looker-on, I feel that both parties in the war have so
much to be proud of that both can afford to hear what impartial
Englishmen or foreigners have to say about it.

Describing Lee’s appointment to the command of the State Militia, he says:

General Lee’s presence commanded respect, even from strangers,
by a calm, self-possessed dignity, the like of which I have
never seen in other men. Naturally of strong passions, he kept
them under perfect control by that iron and determined will of
which his expression and his face gave evidence. As this tall,
handsome soldier stood before his countrymen he was the picture
of the ideal patriot, unconscious and self-possessed in his
strength.... There was in his face and about his expression
that placid resolve which bespoke great confidence in self, and
which in his case, one knows not how, quickly communicated its
magnetic influence to others.

Comparing Lee with the Duke of Marlborough, he says:

They were gifted with the same military instinct, the same
genius for war. The power of fascinating those with whom they
were associated, the spell which they cast over their soldiers,
... their contempt of danger, their daring courage, constitute
a parallel that it is difficult to equal between any two other
great men of modern times.

He repeats the following pleasantry overheard between two Confederates, after Pope’s dismissal:

Have you heard the news? Lee has resigned!

Good God! What for?

Because he says he cannot feed and supply his army any longer,
now that his commissary, General Pope, has been removed.

A characteristic anecdote of Lincoln is also given. He was asked how many rebels were in arms and replied that he knew the number to be one million, “for,” said he, “whenever one of our generals engages a rebel army he reports that he has engaged a force of twice his strength; now I know we have half a million soldiers in the field, so I am bound to believe the rebels have twice that number.” General Wolseley justly criticises the lack of concerted action among our regiments.

No fair estimate of Lee as a general can be made by a simple
comparison of what he achieved with that which Napoleon,
Wellington or Von Moltke accomplished, unless due allowance
is made for the difference in the nature of the American
armies and of the armies commanded and encountered by those
great leaders. They were at the head of perfectly organized,
thoroughly trained and well disciplined troops, while Lee’s
soldiers, though gallant and daring to a fault, lacked the
military cohesion and efficiency, the trained company leaders
... which are only to be found in a regular army of long
standing.

The Englishman concludes:

Where else in history is a great man to be found whose whole
life was one such blameless record of duty nobly done? It was
consistent in all its parts, complete in all its relations.

... The fierce light which beats upon the throne is as that of
a rushlight in comparison with the electric glare which our
newspapers now focus upon the public man in Lee’s position.
His character has been subjected to that ordeal, and who can
point to any spot upon it? His clear, sound judgment, personal
courage, untiring activity, genius for war, and absolute
devotion to his state mark him as a public man, as a patriot to
be forever remembered by all Americans.... I have met many of
the great men of my time, but Lee alone impressed me with the
feeling that I was in the presence of a man who was cast in a
grander mould and made of finer metal than all other men. He
is stamped upon my memory as a being apart and superior to all
others in every way; a man with whom none I ever knew, a very
few of whom I have read, are worthy to be classed.

This was one of the popular songs current after the close of the war:

I followed old Marse Robert
For four years, near about;
Got wounded in three places,
And starved at P’int Lookout.

Why Marse Robert? Major Stiles gives the reason[6]:

The passion of soldiers for nicknaming their favorite leaders,
rechristening them according to their own unfettered fancy, is
well known.... There is something grotesque about most of them,
and in many seemingly rank disrespect.... However this may be,
“Marse Robert” is far above the rest of soldier nicknames in
pathos and in power.

In the first place, it is essentially _military_ ... it rings
true upon the elemental basis of military life—unquestioning
and unlimited _obedience_.... There never could have been a
second “Marse Robert,” and but for the unparalleled elevation
and majesty of his character and bearing, there would never
have been the first. He was of all men most attractive to us,
yet by no means most approachable. We loved him much, but we
revered him more. We never criticised, never doubted him; never
attributed to him either moral error or mental weakness; no,
not even in our secret hearts or most audacious thoughts. I
really believe it would have strained and blurred our strongest
and clearest conceptions of the distinction between right and
wrong to have entertained, even for a moment, the thought that
he had ever acted from any other than the purest and loftiest
motive.... The proviso with which a ragged rebel accepted
the doctrine of evolution, that “the rest of us may have
descended or ascended from monkeys, but it took a God to make
‘Marse Robert,’” had more than mere humor in it.... We never
compared him with other men, either friend or foe. He was in
a superlative and absolute class by himself. Beyond a vague
suggestion, after the death of Jackson, as to what might have
been if he had lived, I cannot recall even an approach to a
comparative estimate of Lee.

At Washington and Lee University, Lexington, Virginia]

Lee’s devotion to his soldiers and theirs to him are referred to by one of Pickett’s captains[7]:

Many of those who had been wounded in the battle of the first
day went into the great charge on the third day with bandages
on their heads or arms, at sight of which the imperturbable Lee
shed tears.... Here was a devotion of which the Romans of old
had never dreamed; here was a holocaust of sacrificial victims
such as Greece had never known! The men who at Marathon and
Leuctra bled were not greater heroes than those who fell at
Gettysburg.

In a small volume of War Sketches, issued shortly after the war, I found the following anecdote contributed to a Washington paper by Miss Woolsey, a nurse sent to Gettysburg with the Sanitary Commission:

One of the Gettysburg farmers came creeping into our camp three
weeks after the battle. He lived five miles only from the town
and had “never seen a Rebel.” He heard we had some of them,
and came down to see them. “Boys, here’s a man who never saw a
Rebel in his life, and wants to look at you.” There he stood,
with his mouth wide open, and there they lay in rows, laughing
at him. “And why haven’t you seen a Rebel?” Mrs. ⸺ asked. “Why
didn’t you take your gun and help to drive them out of your
town?” “A feller might er got hit,” which reply was quite too
much for the Rebels; they roared with laughter up and down the
tents.

After the surrender at Appomattox General Lee joined his family at Richmond for a short period of rest before taking up the “burdens of life again.” “There was,” writes General Long,[8] “a continuous stream of callers at the residence ... upon every hand manifestations of respect were shown him.” General Long gives some touching incidents:

One morning an Irishman who had gone through the war in the
Federal ranks appeared at the door with a basket well filled
with provisions, and insisted upon seeing General Lee....
The general came from an adjoining room and was greeted with
profuse terms of admiration. “Sure, sir, you’re a great
soldier, and it’s I that know it. I’ve been fighting against
you all these years, an’ many a hard knock we’ve had. But,
general, I honor you for it; and now they tell me you’re poor
an’ in want, an’ I’ve brought this basket an’ beg you to take
it from a soldier.”

Two Confederate soldiers, in tattered garments and with bodies
emaciated by prison confinement, called upon General Lee and
told him they were delegated by sixty other fellows around
the corner “too ragged to come themselves.” They tendered
their beloved general a home in the mountains, promising him a
comfortable house and a good farm.

“Great and star-like as was the warrior,” says Dr. Shepherd, “the man is greater.”[9]

It is said that General Lee was offered estates in England and in Ireland; also the post of commercial agent of the South at New York, and many other tenders of a home or livelihood. All of these he declined and accepted the presidency of Washington College, at Lexington.

Founded in 1789 under the name of “Augusta Academy,” the name was changed in 1782 to “Liberty Hall Academy,” from which was sent a company of students into the Revolution. Washington, who had accepted from the new State of Virginia 100 shares of the James River Company only on condition that he might give them to some school, chose this academy for beneficiary, and the name was changed in 1798 to “Washington College.” The buildings, library and apparatus had been sacked during the Federal occupancy, and the country was able to furnish only forty students at the opening of the term of ’65-’66. Nothing daunted, the new president gathered around him an able faculty, raised the standard of scholarship, renovated the old buildings and secured funds for new ones. He introduced the “honor system” and knew every student’s name, as well as his class and deportment record. Asked, at a faculty meeting, for a plan to induce students to attend the chapel, he advised: “The best way that I know of is to set them the example,” which he invariably did. This gives the keynote to his remarkable influence.

The effect of his principles was all-powerful. It is doubtful if any other college in the world could show such a high average of morals and scholarship which obtained at Washington College during Lee’s presidency of five years.

I cannot resist relating an anecdote given by another of our soldier-authors, John Esten Cooke:[10]

Coming upon the chieftain conversing cordially with an humbly clad man, he supposed that it was, of course, an old Confederate, the more so as the general, looking after the retreating figure, said kindly:

“That is one of our old soldiers who is in necessitous circumstances.” Questioned, however, he admitted that the soldier had fought on “the other side, but we must not think of that,” was his verdict.

The death of General Lee, on October 12, 1870, brought forth more encomiums from the press, personages of exalted rank, and from the people generally than has ever been accorded any man who died in private life since Washington. “I do not exaggerate,” says Dr. Jones, “when I say that many volumes would not contain the eulogies that were pronounced, for I undertook to make a partial collection of them and have a trunk full now.” In the cemetery near him at Lexington bivouacs his great lieutenant, Stonewall Jackson. They were born in the same month, the one on the nineteenth and the other on the thirty-first of January. It is fitting that they should lie near together. “I know not,” further and most fittingly continues Mr. Jones, who was chaplain of the University, “how more appropriately the tomb of Lee could be placed. The blue mountains of his loved Virginia sentinel his grave. Young men from every section throng the classic shades of Washington and Lee University, and delight to keep ward and watch at his tomb.”

I sing the hymn of the Conquered who fell in the battle of life,
The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife;
Not the jubilant song of the Victors for whom the resounding acclaim
Of nations was lifted in chorus, whose brows wore the chaplet of fame.
While the voice of the world shouts its chorus, its paeans for those who
have won,
While the trumpet is sounding triumphant, and high to the breeze and the
sun
Gay banners are waving, hands clapping and hurrying feet
Throwing after the laurel-crowned victors, I stand on the field of
Defeat.
Speak, History! Who are Life’s victors? Unroll thy long annals and say;
Are they those whom the world called the victors, who won the success of
a day?
The Martyrs or Nero? The Spartans who fell at Thermopylae’s tryst,
Or the Persians and Xerxes? His judge or Socrates? Pilate or Christ?

—_W. W. Story._

[1] Popular Life of General Lee. By Emily V. Mason. Baltimore: John Murphy & Co.

[2] General Lee. By Fitzhugh Lee. New York: D. Appleton & Co. (Great Commanders Series.)

[3] Life and Letters of Robert Edward Lee. By Rev. J. William Jones, D.D. New York and Washington: Neale Publishing Company.

[4] Recollections of My Father. By Captain Robert E. Lee. New York: Doubleday, Page & Co.

[5] General Lee. General Viscount Wolseley. Rochester, N. Y.: George P. Humphrey.

[6] Four Years under Marse Robert. By Major Robert Stiles. New York and Washington: Neale Publishing Company.

[7] Gettysburg: A Battle Ode Descriptive of the Grand Charge of the Third Day, July 3, 1863. By R. W. Douthat. New York and Washington: Neale Publishing Company.

[8] Memoirs of Robert E. Lee: His Military and Personal History. By General A. L. Long and General Marcus J. Wright. New York, Philadelphia and Washington: J. M. Stoddart & Co.

[9] Life of Robert Edward Lee. By Henry E. Shepherd, M.A., LL.D. New York and Washington: Neale Publishing Company.

[10] Robert E. Lee. By John Esten Cooke. New York: G. W. Dillingham & Co.

HISTORIC HIGHWAYS OF THE SOUTH

By John Trotwood Moore