exultant charges of the foe. He was the only corps commander complimented in Gen. Hood's official report.

Gen. Lee followed the army across the Tennessee River, and being disabled by his wound, proceeded to Columbus, Mississippi. Here he found a brief time in which to indulge tenderer sentiments than those inspired by war's rough usage, and he was married to Miss Harrison, of the place, a lady known and admired for her intellectual accomplishments as well as for her large portion of the beauty, wit, and amiability belonging to her sex. He rejoined his command on crutches. As soon as he was able to travel, he reported to his corps headquarters in North Carolina. At Smith field, the army was reorganized; but he was retained in command of his corps, and was surrendered and paroled with Gen. Johnston's army.

In person, Gen. Lee is tall, six feet high, with dark hair and eyes. Of a high-toned and circumspect life, of unobtrusive and modest manners, he is a man who commands respect without sensation, and wins the steady regard of friendship, without protestation. Shy and reserved except with those he knows well, it is only in such company that he does himself justice. His character is not one of single, striking features; but he presents a fine mixture of the elements of manhood, and as a military commander he was noted for the range and just balance of his accomplishments. A remark of President Davis was reported during the war in which, speaking of some officers, and their special fitness for different arms of the service, he added: "I have tried Stephen D. Lee in cavalry, infantry and artillery, and found him not only serviceable, but superiour in all." Fortune did not favour him; but on the contrary, his frequent shiftings to different fields and arms disturbed the growth of his reputation, and multiplied the tests of his superiourity. When he was rising in reputation as an artillerist, in the second battle of Manassas, he was promoted, and sent to a brigade of infantry at Vicksburg. Here the actions of Chickasaw Bayou and Baker's Creek were bringing him into public notice, when he was transferred to a command of cavalry. Again, commencing another ascent of reputation, when he had organized his forces, and commenced to realize what success he could, out of the most disheartening material, and over almost insurmountable obstacles, he was returned to the command of infantry, but this time with the full reward of a Lieutenant-General's com

mission, and a veteran corps in the Army of Tennessee. Prompt and equal to all these various tests of his abilities, he accomplished one of the best-founded reputations of the war. It may be said of him that he gave additional interest and lustre to the most glorious and magical name of the war-that of LEE-now thrice recorded in this volume, and celebrated in an unvarying story of virtuous sentiments and heroic deeds.

MAJOR-GENERAL PATRICK R. CLEBURNE.

CHAPTER LXII.

His first military experience as a private in the British Army.-Campaign, under Har dee, in Missouri.-His part in the Kentucky campaign.—Gallantry at Murfrees boro'.-Splendid conduct of his division at Chickamauga --Affairs with the enemy at Tunnel Hill and Ringgold.-Gen. Cleburne's last order in the battle of Franklin.-Effect of his death on the army.-His qualities as a commander.-His humour.-Anedotes of the camp.-The society or order of "Comrades of the Southern Cross."-The battle-flag of Cleburne's division.

THE military fame of Patrick R. Cleburne is summed in the title he won in the war-" the Stonewall Jackson of the West." He was an Irishman by birth, and having crossed the Channel to better his fortune, found his life in England so difficult, that, as a last resort, he joined the British army. He was then only twenty-two years of age. In the low condition of the private soldier he took his first military lessons, and what he learned here of drills and discipline was often recalled to his mind on fields he then little dreamed of. At one time he was promoted, for good conduct, to the rank of corporal. After remaining about three years in the British army, he procured his discharge through the influence of some friends, and, conceiving a larger adventure, crossed the ocean to make his home in the Western wilds of America.

The opening of the war of 1861 found the Irish emigrant in Arkansas, practicing law at Helena, and enjoying a distinction in his profession and in society won by years of honourable labour. He was among the first to raise a company for the defence of the State. With this company he joined the 15th Arkansas Regiment, and, when it was organized for active service, the choice of the men almost unanimously designated Cle

burne as their Colonel. His first campaign was with Hardee, in Missouri. On the termination of this brief, though severe campaign (especially severe, as the troops were then unaccustomed to hardships), he crossed the Mississippi River, accompanying the command of Gen. Hardee to Bowling Green, Kentucky.

During these short campaigns he had displayed such fine soldierly qualities that he was assigned to the command of a brigade. At the battle of Shiloh, and around Corinth, he fully sustained the estimate his superiours had formed of him; and in the re-organization of the army at Tupelo, Mississippi, it was remarked that no officer laboured harder to improve its discipline and effectiveness. At the battle of Richmond, Kentucky, he commanded a division, and to the fire and energy of his attack was mainly due the defeat and almost total destruction of " Bull" Nelson's army. In this battle he was painfully wounded; yet, in two or three weeks thereafter, we find him amidst the carnage at Perryville, and gathering some of the bloodiest laurels of that field.

In the fierce and protracted contest of Murfreesboro, Gen. Cleburne commanded a division with the rank of Major-General. There he took part in the memorable attack on the right of the Federal army, the desperate power of which was arrested only when the mass in its front became too dense for penetration. On the repulse of the last charge, in the confused mass of men and banners, amid showers of grape, shell and canister, cutting down the cedars like wheat-straw, Gen. Cleburne was seen endeavouring to restore order, and braving the death whose threats shrieked and howled in the air around him. His time had not then come, and he was unscathed by the storm.

At Chickamauga, he was one of the most prominent actors. In the first day's battle his division (of Hill's corps) was called up late in the evening to dislodge the enemy from a position he had stubbornly maintained during the day. It was about sunset; all was then quiet, with the exception of an occasional shot from a picket; suddenly came the order for Cleburne to advance, and there was a blinding flash in the air and a deafening roar, the work of an instant. The enemy was within a short distance, and as Cleburne's division advanced it was wrapped in fire and smoke, and for fifteen minutes there was one continuous roar of arms, in

which the ear could not distinguish a moment's cessation. In that fifteen minutes the position was won and held; and in the night that followed Cleburne, wrapt in his blanket, slept close to the enemy's lines, taking rest for the work of the morrow which made the Confederate victory complete.

After Chickamauga, and until the retreat of the Confederate army from the disastrous field of Missionary Ridge, Gen. Cleburne had but little opportunity to distinguish himself. In that retreat his division brought up the rear, and about the time it reached Tunnel Hill it had to sustain an assault of about 10,000 men of all arms. Here Gen. Cleburne, by the excellent disposition of his men and the inspiration of his commands, repulsed three different attacks made on his position by Sherman, chastising that insolent commander so severely that he fell back and fortified, while the Confederates passed safely across the Chickamauga. The fording of this stream was an event often recalled by the hardy soldiers of Cleburne's command, whose boast it had been to have been "foremost in every fight and hindmost in every retreat." It was about three o'clock in the morning and a freezing atmosphere when the men plunged into the water and struggled to climb the frozen and slippery opposite bank. Just beyond the stream lay the little town of Ringgold, through which Confederate troops were already moving; the main army struggling in a confused mass among the network of running streams beyond the gap through which it had effected its retreat. Cleburne's division had almost cleared the town, and the safety of the army was thought assured, when again the enemy made his appearance, and compelled a last and desperate contest. Orders were dispatched to Gen. Cleburne to form his line of battle on a commanding ridge, and informed him that the progress of the army was so impeded that something must be quickly done to save it. The Federals advanced boldly up the ridge, attempting it bravely and struggling up the ascent, until in some places they had advanced within twenty paces of the Confederate line. But there were men there animated by the appeals of a favourite General, and determined to die rather than yield an inch of the critical ground. The Federals were cut down by well-directed shot; stones were hurled upon them by men whose muskets were impracticable; and at last they retreated in confusion, leaving about 1,000 killed