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who has been dead for a number of years, was a great and good man, and was highly esteemed by the President, who, it is said, desired him to become Governor of this State, to guide it in its return to the Union. After giving her friend the information sought, Mrs. Pickett goes on to say:

I have before me a letter from Mr. Lincoln, dated "February 22d, Springfield, Ill.," which, though a private letter, bespeaks his superlative greatness, his accurate perception, and the bent, even at that early period, of his wonderfully penetrating mind. "I have just told the folks here in Springfield," he said, "on this, the 110th anniversary of the birth of him whose name, mightiest in the cause of civil liberty-still mightiest in the cause of moral reformation-we mention in solemn awe, in naked, deathless splendor, that the only victory we can ever call complete will be that one which proclaims that there is not one slave or one drunkard on the face of God's green earth. Recruit for this victory." At the close of the letter he said: "Now, boy, on your march, don't you go and forget the old maxim, that 'one drop of honey catches more flies than a thousand gallons of gall.' Load your musket with the maxim and smoke it in your pipe."

Pickett remembered, for there was not a drop of gall in his whole life. He was the sweetest and the tenderest of natures, and no man was more beloved of men, women and children of every degree and station than the high-toned, chivalrous man, the peerless soldier, General George E. Pickett. The soldiers of both armies alike hold his name in reverence; and so modest was he withal, that in his as yet unpublished report of the battle of Gettysburg, the grandest charge ever made in the annals of any history, he, in his unselfishness and devotion to his soldiers, and freedom from personal ambition, gives all the credit, all the glory, all the honor of the charge to "my men, my brave Virginians," as he called the soldiers of his dear old division. In the grand unity of truth he gave to them all their dues, and in silence tempered with mercy the errors of others.

Pickett had the keenest sense of justice, the most sensitive consciousness of right, and the moral courage to do it. When General Grant, whose capacity for friendship has rarely been equalled, offered Pickett the marshalship of the State of Virginia, Pickett took counsel of his conscience and judgment, and, in thanking General Grant, said: "As high even as you are held in the hearts of your people, you cannot afford to do this thing for me, and as poor and as much in need as I am of it, I cannot afford to take it from you." And

grandly and unmurmuringly and alone Pickett fought his way through poverty, though there were no honors, no emoluments within the gift of a loving people that could not have been his.

I said Pickett was beloved by all, and so he was; but there are a wee, sma' few of those of his own comrades of the Lost Cause more fortunate of life than my large-hearted soldier, who are envious and jealous of the glory of his short, unfinished life, and one of these of the wee-sma' few, in his lecture on "The Closing Days of the Confederacy," when he spoke of the deciding battle of the war (Gettysburg), scarcely mentioned the name of the dead soldier, who so zealously obeyed "Old Peter's nod," and led the immortal charge over those sacred heights, on through the passage of the Valley of Death; passed the lines of battle, up the ridge to the crest, from the crest down the descent over half a mile of open, exposed ground, within canister and schrapnel range; through rushing shot and shrieking shell; on, on through flame and smoke, till the heights. were taken; the battle won, and then, alas! Pickett's men, hemmed in on all sides and for want of support, had to fight their way back through equal danger over the blood-conquered ground, over the mangled, mutilated bodies of their dead and wounded comrades, while the army, as all the world knows, though ordered to come to Pickett's support, calmly looked on at the terrible massacre. If Pickett had had the other two brigades of his division (Corse and Jenkins), but of this more anon. Lincoln afterwards, in his dedication address on this sacred field, said: "Here this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth." The glory of Pickett's charge at Gettysburg (where, out of 4,500 brave Virginians, 3,393 were killed and wounded), will shine, in spite of Gordon's jealousy, with ever-increasing lustre as time rolls on, and the purity of patriotism is more and more refined and the truth more and more clearly revealed. Pickett's men loved and honored him, their great, tender-hearted commander, who did not offend them by superiority, but inspired them with confidence; and to-day a whole nation of true soldiers everywhere give veneration to his memory, admiration for his dauntless courage, his grand and enduring qualities of head and heart, and love for love.

In Richmond, Va., on Gettysburg Hill, beneath the glistening ivy leaves, and midst the bloom of flowers, in reach of the scent of the distant clover as it sways and swings with the golden buttercups, anon touching and making a tangle of purple and green and gold,

George Pickett, who never planted a thorn in any one's life, or took from it one blossom, sleeps alongside of his soldiers.

I have written in haste, and so have said more than I had thought to, the recording of one memory reviving another. And now with cordial greeting and my best love to you and to my people, and to Pickett's men everywhere,

I am yours faithfully, always,

LA SALLE CORBELL PICKETT. (Mrs. General Pickett.)


Rawlins Warned Him That He Must Stop Drinking.

A Galena, Ill., special says: Thousands of persons from this and adjoining States met in Galena to-day to honor the memory of General Grant, and to take part in the reunion of the survivors of the 12th Illinois Regiment. The reunion was held in the court-house room, where thirty-five years ago Captain Grant presided when Co. F, of the 12th, organized.

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After listening to several brief addresses, the veterans adjourned to Turner Hall, where the formal exercises were held. General John C. Black, of Chicago, delivered the principal address. an eloquent eulogy of General Grant as soldier and statesman. held that the greatest achievement of his career was the signing of the treaty of Washington, which had rendered war between the United States and Great Britain almost impossible, and which, General Black, predicted, would be followed by international arbitration under America's lead.


H. D. Estabrook, of Chicago, read at the banquet to-night a letter from General John A. Rawlins to General Grant, written during the siege of Vicksburg, which, it was said, had never appeared before, and of the existence of which very few knew. The original is in the possession of a citizen of Galena. The letter is dated: "Before Vicksburg, Miss., June 6, 1863, 1 o'clock A. M.," and reads:

"The great solicitude I feel for the safety of this army leads me to mention what I hoped never again to do—the subject of your drink

ing. This may surprise you, for I may be, and I trust I am, doing you an injustice by unfounded suspicion; but, if I am in error, it had better be on the side of this country's safety than in fear of offending a friend.

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I have heard that Dr. Dat General Sherman's, a few days ago, induced you, notwithstanding your pledge to me, to take a glass of wine, and to-day, when I found a box of wine in front of your tent, and proposed to move it, which I did, I was told you had forbid its being taken away, for you intended to keep it until your entered Vicksburg, that you might have it for your friends, and tonight, when you should, because of the condition of your health, if nothing else, have been in bed, I find you where the wine-bottle has just been emptied, in company with those who drink, and urge you to do likewise, and the lack of your usual promptness and decision and clearness in expressing yourself in writing, conduces to confirm my suspicion.

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You have full control over your appetite, and can let drinking alone. Had you not pledged me the sincerity of your honor early last March, that you would drink no more during the war, and kept that pledge during the campaign, you would not have stood first in the world's history as a successful leader. Your only salvation depends upon your strict adherence to that pledge; you cannot succeed in any other way.

"As I have before stated, I may be wrong in my suspicions; but if one sees that which leads him to suppose a sentinel is falling asleep on his post, it is his duty to arouse him; and if one sees that which leads him to fear the general commanding a great army is being seduced to that step which he knows will bring disgrace upon that general, and defeat to his command; if he fails to sound the proper note of warning, the friends, wives and children of those brave men, whose lives he permits to remain thus in peril, will accuse him while he lives, and stand swift witnesses of wrath against him in the day when all shall be tried.

"If my suspicions are unfounded, let my friendship for you and my zeal for my country be the excuse for this letter; and, if they be correctly founded, and you determine not to heed my admonitions and prayers of this hasty note by immediately ceasing to touch a single drop of any kind of liquor, no matter by whom asked or under what circumstances, let my immediate relief from duty in this department be the result."


A roster of the King William Artillery, or Carter's Battery, as mustered in on the 2d day of August, 1861, with present census.

Thomas H. Carter, Captain.

Pat. H. Fontaine, first lieutenant; Ro. S. Ryland, second lieutenant; Walter A. Harris, second lieutenant.

William B. Newman, first sergeant, killed at Seven Pines; Alexander F. Dabney, second sergeant, killed at Sharpsburg; William P. Carter, third sergeant; James H. Henry, fourth sergeant.

William E. Hart, first corporal, dead; Edward J. Cocke, second corporal, killed at Seven Pines; Spencer R. Warring, third corporal; Thomas J. Bosher, fourth corporal.

Privates-Augustine Atkins, Richard H. Allen, James W. Allen, dead; William H. Butler, dead; Benjamin H. Beadles, dead; James C. Beadles, killed at Gettysburg; Robert S. Beadles, died in prison; B. C. Burnett, R. Cobb, Andrew M. Dunston, Wm I. Douglas, Benjamin F. Davis, killed at Salesford; John M. Davis, killed at Bloody Angle; Wm. A. Davis, Jas. N. Eubank, Wm. M. Ellett, dead; John D. Edwards, Obediah Ellett, John W. Griffin, killed at Bloody Angle; F. Guthrow, H. E. Grubbs, John W. Gill, dead; John Hay, Robert Harper, dead; Richard Hilliard, dead; Jas. Hilliard, dead; Alex. C. Hilliard, dead; Richard Heath, Richard Hendrick, dead; Wm. Heath, Isaac A. Hughes, dead; Philip A. Fontaine, dead; Thos. S. Jones, killed at Seven Pines; Robert B. Johnson, killed at Seven Pines; Edward King, Mordecai A. Kelley, killed at Gettysburg; Festus King, Miles C. King, Lucian M. King, Egbert E. Lipscomb, dead; Bernard A. Lipscomb, Robert H. Lipscomb, Landon B. Lipscomb, James T. Lipscomb, dead; Richard Landrum, dead; Benjamin A. Littlepage, William Littlepage, William Luckhard, killed at Seven Pines; James Martin, dead; James R. Madison, Charles J. Madison, dead; George B. Morrison, dead; Andrew J. Moore, George Lee Munyon, dead; James D. Moore, William Madison, dead; Robert E. Mitchell, killed at Seven Pines; J. S. Neal, Benjamin C. Nelson, dead; William A. Nicholson, James Nicholson, killed at Bloody Angle; James W. Powers, John W. Page, died at Seven Pines; Lewis H. Pemberton, killed at Sharpsburg; John W. Pemberton, killed at Sharpsburg; William A. Prince, died in prison; Richard P. Pollard, dead; Lucian D. Robinson, Richard T. Redford, dead;

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