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COMPOSED OF HIS LETTERS FROM CAMP AND FIELD WHILE AN OFFICER IN THE CONFEDERATE ARMY, WITH AN INTRODUCTORY AND CONNECTING NARRATIVE COLLECTED AND ARRANGED BY HIS SON, JOHN GALLATIN PAXTON
"But
these our brothers fought for her,
At life's dear peril wrought for her,
So loved her that they died for her."
James Russell Lowell
"...
knows that the young man who composedly periled his
life and lost it
has
done exceedingly well for himself
without doubt."
Walt Whitman
PRINTED, NOT PUBLISHED
1905
Mr. John G. Paxton, General Paxton's son, had this volume printed to preserve as a memorial the letters which his father had written from the scene of war. It was not intended that it should ever be offered for sale. The story which these letters tell is so full of heroism and pathos, so truly do they lay bare the noble soul of the writer and show the spirit which animated him and his comrades, that there has been a considerable demand for its publication. This house has therefore obtained Mr. Paxton's permission to take up the publication of the book, and offers the volume as originally published for private distribution without change of any kind, other than this announcement. It is a part of our arrangement with Mr. Paxton that we do not change even the title-page.
THE NEALE PUBLISHING CO.
NEW YORK,
August 5, 1907.
PUBLISHED AND SOLD BY
THE NEALE PUBLISHING COMPANY
FLATIRON BUILDING
NEW YORK
431 ELEVENTH STREET
WASHINGTON
In this preliminary note are set forth the nature and purpose of this volume. Although printed, it is not published, and is intended only for distribution among General Paxton's family, friends, and comrades.
It is entitled "Memoir and Memorials." The Memoir is a sketch of General Paxton's life contained in the first chapter and in the subsequent narrative connecting the letters. The Memorials are the letters themselves. The book consists mainly of these letters, and it is to perpetuate them and thereby set forth the character of the writer that this book is printed.
General Paxton's career as a soldier, honorable though it was, would not justify its publication. His letters, written without reserve to the loved wife at home, not only show what manner of man he was and how he thought and felt while an actor in these trying times, but also are representative of his comrades, of whom he was one of the highest types. These letters thus originating are a true mirror of the writer, revealing his real qualities and characteristics with photographic accuracy. Showing as they do rare qualities of both mind and soul, they explain why he and his comrades were able so long to defend themselves against great odds. They also show how firmly was fixed in the mind of this man, a scholar and a lawyer, partly educated in the North, the belief that his State was
sovereign and his first duty was to her. These letters are the material of which history is made. To the descendants of General Paxton they should be a stimulus to honorable lives and brave deeds. To his comrades in arms they recall, with sadness perhaps, the scenes through which they so honorably passed. To his son, the writer of these lines, he is not even a memory -- a tale that is told, that is all. At the knee of his widowed mother, he first learned to revere the name and virtues of his sire, and these letters, coming into his hands after manhood, brought to him a keener appreciation of those virtues. Ancestral pride is only good so far as it perpetuates the ancestral virtues. May these letters serve to do this and teach the descendants of this young soldier, who so freely gave his life for his fatherland, that they spring from another Bayard, a chevalier sans peur et sans reproche.
J.G.P.
INDEPENDENCE, MISSOURI,
September, 1905.
ELISHA FRANKLIN PAXTON was born March 4, 1828, in Rockbridge County, Virginia, the son of Elisha Paxton and Margaret McNutt. His grandfather, William Paxton, came to Rockbridge in its earliest settlement about the year 1745. He was a man of character and substance and commanded a company at the battle of Yorktown. Margaret McNutt was the daughter of Alexander McNutt and Rachel Grigsby. She was one of a family of eight sisters and four brothers, many of whom possessed marked intelligence and great force of character. Alexander Gallatin McNutt, Governor of Mississippi, was one of the brothers. Margaret McNutt Paxton possessed the family characteristics to a high degree. She was a granddaughter of John Grigsby, whose sobriquet was "Soldier John," going back to his service under Admiral Vernon in his expedition against Cartagena in 1741. He also commanded a company in the Revolutionary War. His soldierly qualities were stamped on his descendants, four of whom were brigadier-generals in the Confederate army, and many others were officers of lower rank who followed the stars and bars.
The Paxtons are descended from a soldier under Cromwell who emigrated with his Presbyterian comrades to the north of Ireland. As members of a hostile and an alien race their life there was one of conflict. Later they bitterly resented the action of the crown in compelling them to pay tithes for the support of the English Church, and
largely on this account emigrated to America. Men, like plants, take on certain characteristics from the soil in which they live, the air they breathe and other physical surroundings. These militant churchmen found an appropriate home for the development of their sterling virtues in the beautiful valleys lying between the Blue Ridge and the Alleghanies -- the Paxtons in the rough but fertile lands of Rockbridge.
Here, on a beautiful spot in the foot-hills of the Blue Ridge, Frank Paxton first saw the light. There in his childhood he imbibed that love of freedom and devotion to duty which had marked his ancestors. As a boy he manifested unusual vigor of intellect. He attended the classical school of his cousin James H. Paxton, and at the age of fifteen entered the junior class at Washington College, where he received his degree of A. B. in two years. He then went to Yale, where he graduated in two years, and afterward took the law course at the University of Virginia. He was five feet ten inches high, heavily built and of great bodily strength. As an indication both of his physical and soldierly qualities he was known both at school and in the army as "Bull" Paxton. Dr. John B. Minor wrote the following of his course at the University of Virginia:
"Gen. E. F. Paxton, who fell at the battle of Chancellorsville, in May, 1863, was a student of law here, and a graduate in the Law Department of the University in 1849. As a student, none of his contemporaries acquitted themselves more satisfactorily, and in point of conduct, he was entirely exemplary. I think he could then have been not more than twenty-one years of age, but I have retained a lively recollection of him during the intervening period of forty-three years, so that whilst, after so great a lapse of time, I cannot recall particulars, he left on my mind an impression of unusual merit and a conviction that if he lived, he was destined not only to achieve
eminence, but what in my estimation is far better, to attain to distinguished usefulness."
Upon his admission to the bar, he spent several years in the prosecution of land claims in the State of Ohio and resided there. He was successful in this enterprise and made some money. In 1854 he opened a law office in Lexington, Va., and married Miss Elizabeth White, the daughter of Matthew White of Lexington. This union was a most happy one and there were born of it four children, three of whom survived him -- Matthew W. Paxton of Lexington, Va., the writer, and Frank Paxton of San Saba County, Texas. Frank Paxton at once took a high rank in his profession and engaged in important business enterprises, among others becoming the President of the first bank in Rockbridge. His strength of character was shown by the fact that at this time, when the drinking of whiskey was a universal custom, he abstained altogether from its use, and continued to do so until his death. In 1860 failing eyesight compelled him to abandon his profession and he purchased a beautiful estate near Lexington, known as Thorn Hill.
In this beautiful home with wife and babes, the drum tap of '61 found him. It is needless to say that he had been taking an active part in the political events leading up to this. He was a man of intense feeling, when aroused, and had early adopted the view of the Constitution of the United States, which came to him from his fathers. To him the right of secession was as clear as the right of trial by jury. The State was sovereign and in the hot blood of his youth he believed the time had come to secede. So the war in which he entered was for the defense of his home and fireside and against an invading foe. It was as righteous to him as that waged by the Greeks at Thermopylæ and his life, if needs be, must be cheerfully surrendered in such a cause. In the contest in Rockbridge County over the election of delegates to the
secession convention he took an active part in favor of the secession candidates. His great moral courage was conspicuous at the meeting held in Lexington, where he again and again attempted to overcome the large majority opposed to him. He was unsuccessful in this, and Rockbridge sent Union delegates to Richmond.
He had no special military training and entered the service as first lieutenant of the Rockbridge Rifles, and afterwards a part of the 27th Virginia Regiment, Stonewall Brigade. With this company, at the first call for troops in April, 1861, he marched to the front.
The pomp and circumstances of glorious war were present when on that bright spring morning his company and several others, with colors flying and martial music, took up the line of march from Lexington to Harper's Ferry. His young wife, with sad forebodings, wept until her handkerchief was wet with tears. In their last fond embrace he took this from her hand and as a reminder of her love carried it on many a bloody battle-field.
He wrote to his wife weekly and these letters, which well show the man and the times, make up substantially the subsequent chapters of this volume. They are edited only by omitting parts too personal to be of general interest.
I REACHED here this morning in good health and in spirits as good as could be expected, considering the bloody prospect ahead and the sad hearts left at home. It is bad enough. I have no time to think of my business at home. My duties now for my State require every energy of mind and body which I can devote to them. Do just as you please. If you think proper stay in town and leave all matters and keys on the farm in charge of John Fitzgerald.
We reached this place on Tuesday morning. Instead of being fatigued, I was rather improved by the trip. Here we have all the comforts which we could expect, good food and comfortable quarters, better than generally falls to a soldier's lot. I have enough to occupy every moment of my time in preparing the company for the service which we may expect to see before long. They have much to learn before they can be relied on for efficiency. I regret that my eyes are no better as it is necessary for me to read much for my own preparation. Try, Love, to make yourself contented and happy. I would not like to think that I was forgotten by dear wife and little ones at home, but it would give me a lighter
heart to think that they appreciated the necessity of my absence, and the high importance of a faithful discharge of my present duties. My eyes will not enable me to write more without risk of injury to them.
I received your letter by Mr. Campbell and was very happy to hear from you. Nothing could be half so interesting as a line from dear wife and little ones at home. Be cheerful and act upon the motive which made me leave you to risk my life in relieving my State from the peril which menaces her. I hope I may see you again, but if never, my last wish is that you will make our little boys honest, truthful, and useful men. Last Thursday night, I experienced for the first time the feeling of coming in contact with the bullets, bayonets, and sabres of our enemies. We were called up suddenly upon the expectation of an engagement which proved a false alarm. Now I know what the feeling is, and know I shall enter the struggle, when it comes, without fear. Next to the honor and safety of my State in her present trial, the happiness of wife and little ones lies nearest my heart. My health was never better. I have spent two nights on duty in the open air without suffering, and feel assured now that my health will not suffer by such exposure.
Kiss the little ones for me and never let them forget "papa gone," perhaps forever. Accept for yourself every wish which a fond husband could bestow upon a devoted wife.
Write very often. Nothing can be so interesting to me as your letters. Some of the other wives, you think, get more letters than you do, and you women measure your husband's love by the number and length of their letters. I will write to you, Love, about once a week and half a
page at a time. I cannot with justice to my eyes write longer letters. This will be handed to you by Maj. Preston, who will tell you everything you want to know. Kiss the children for me, and for yourself take my best love.
My wife, I have no sweeter word than this to call the dear little woman at home, with whom my happiest reminiscences of the past and fondest hopes of the future have ever been associated. (You speak of dreams; I had one of you, that we were married again, and thought we had a very nice time of it.) We have moved from our station in the mountain back to town. Here we have very pleasant quarters, in which I think it likely we will remain until we have a battle. When this will be, it is impossible to say, but is not expected immediately. I received the green flannel shirt and put it on for the first time to-day. It is very comfortable and valued the more because made by the hands of my dear wife. Present my kind regards to John (the gardener) and hand him the enclosed order on Wm. White. Present my kindest regards to Jack, Jane, and Phebe (slaves). Kiss the children for me, and for yourself take a husband's best love.
After mentioning it in your letter, you add in a postscript, "Don't forget to tell me where your books are." I told you in my last letter, but wish I had not. Really, Love, I do not wish you to be annoyed with my business. I wish you to be very happy, and this I know you cannot be if you undertake to harass yourself with my business. Go out home occasionally and see how matters are going on, but do not trouble yourself any further. So, Love, if any one calls on you about my matters, tell them my instructions to you were to have nothing to do with them. Write no
more about business, but about my dear wife and little ones, if you wish to make your letters interesting. We have been kept moving since we came here. We have a hard time, but have gotten used to it. The men were discontented and unmanageable at first, but are now very well satisfied. This section now is in most complete condition for defense, abundantly able, I think, to resist any force which can be made against it. Troops have been lately arriving in large numbers. I have no idea when the battle will be fought. Many of us will fall in it, but I have no doubt of our success. And now, my darling, good-bye until I write again.
I received your sweet letter of the 1st inst. on yesterday, and the return of Mr. McClure gives me the opportunity of sending you a line in return for it. When McClure came here to see his son, a member of our company, I offered him my hand, which he took, and thus I have made friends with the only man on earth with whom I was not on speaking terms. I bade a cordial good-bye to Wilson when I left home, which I think he returned in the same spirit of good-will. I now may say that there is no one on earth for whom I entertain anything but feelings of kindness, and I think I have the ill will of no one. In view of the danger before me, it is indeed gratifying to feel that I have the good-will of those I leave behind, and that I leave no one who has received a wrong from me which I have not regretted and which is not forgiven. If Mr. McClure calls on you, for my sake treat him with the utmost kindness. Send me the miniature. Good-bye, dearest.
On Tuesday last we marched on foot from Harper's Ferry to Shepherdstown, thence seven miles farther up
the Potomac. There we remained a day and a half, when we were ordered to this place, on foot again, and reached here, forty miles, in a day and a half. How long we remain here, or when we move again, I have not an idea. I hardly thought I would have been able to stand forty miles' walk so well. Last night I felt very tired, but this evening entirely recovered. The last three nights I have slept in the open air on the ground, and never enjoyed sleep more. I saw Capt. Jim White to-day, and his college boys. Lexington has been well drained of its youth and manhood. I heartily wish, Love, that I was with you again, I hardly know what I would not give for one day with wife and little ones. But I must not think of it. I would soon make myself very unhappy if I suffered my mind to wander in that direction. I ought to be grateful to Omnipotence for such a love as that which you give me. Blood and kindred never made a stronger tie. We have just received orders to hitch up again -- for what destination I do not know. Harper's Ferry has been abandoned by our forces, and hereafter direct your letters to the address below. Kiss the dear little baby boys for their absent papa, and for yourself accept the best love of a fond husband.
I wrote to you last Monday, and immediately was ordered off on another expedition, in which I have been engaged the greater part of the past week. I was in charge of a small force engaged in destroying a bridge some ten miles from our camp on the railroad. It was a rather dangerous expedition, but I have become so much accustomed to the prospect of danger that it excites no alarm. I thought when we left Winchester that we certainly would have had a battle in a very few days; but two weeks have elapsed, and there is, I think, less reason to expect one now than there has been heretofore. The enemy is encamped
on the opposite side of the Potomac some ten miles from here, but, I am satisfied, in less force than we have in this vicinity. Under such circumstances, if we get a fight we shall have to cross the river and make the attack. Our picket-guards occasionally come in contact, and the other day one of the Augusta Cavalry was severely wounded. I hope you are having good success as a farmer; so, if I should be left behind when the war is over, you may be able to take care of yourself. You think, Love, I write very indifferently about it. As to the danger to myself, I am free to confess that I feel perhaps too indifferent. Not so as to the separation from loved wife and little ones at home. I never knew what you were worth to me until this war began and the terrible feeling came upon me that I had pressed you to my bosom, perhaps, for the last time. I always keep upon my person the handkerchief which I took from your hand when we separated. It was bathed in tears which that sad moment brought to the eyes of my darling. I will continue to wear it. It may yet serve as a bandage to staunch a wound with. I keep one of your letters, which may serve to indicate who I am, where may be found the fond wife who mourns my death. May neither be ever needed to serve such a purpose! Enclosed I send a letter from James Edmonson to his grandmother. Say to Mrs. Chapin that she may rely upon my acting the part of comrade and friend to George. Kiss the children for me, and for yourself accept all that a fond lover and husband can offer.
The last week has been one of patient waiting for a fight. On Monday, the 1st inst., I was ordered by Col. Jackson to go to Martinsburg and burn some engines, at which I was engaged until Tuesday morning, when I received an order to join my company, accompanied with the information that the enemy was approaching and our force had
gone out to give him battle. I obtained a conveyance as speedily as I could, and the first intelligence of the fight I received from my regiment, which I found retreating. My company, I was pleased to learn, had fought bravely. On Wednesday morning we took our stand ten miles this side of Martinsburg, and there awaited the approach of the enemy until Sunday morning, when we retired to this place, three miles from Winchester. This we expect to be our battle-field. When it will take place it is impossible to say. It may be to-morrow, or perhaps not for a month, depending upon the movements of the enemy. I look forward to it without any feeling of alarm. I cannot tell why, but it is so. My fate may be that of Cousin Bob McChesney, of whose death I have but heard. If so, let it be. I die in the discharge of my duty, from which it is neither my wish nor my privilege to shrink. The horsetrade was entirely satisfactory. Act in the same way in all matters connected with the farm. Just consider yourself a widow, and, in military parlance, insist upon being "obeyed and respected accordingly." Pay your board at Annie's out of the first money you get. She may not be disposed to accept it, but I insist upon it. I do not wish to pay such bills merely with gratitude. Newman is still in the army, but I have not seen him for a month. I called to see him the other day, but he was not at his quarters.
It is now nearly three months since I left home, and I hardly know how the time has passed. All I know is that if I do my duty, I have but little leisure. I am used to the hardships of the service, and feel that I have the health and strength to bear any fatigue or exposure. Sometimes, as I lie upon the ground, my face to the sky, I think of Matthew's little verse, "Twinkle, twinkle, little star," and my mind wanders back to the wife and little ones at home. Bless you! If I never return, the wish which lies nearest to my heart is for your happiness. And now, my darling, again good-bye. Kiss little Matthew and Galla
for me, and tell them Papa sends it. Give my love to Pa and Rachel, and for yourself accept all that a fond husband can give.
My Darling: We spent Sunday last in the sacred work of achieving our nationality and independence. The work was nobly done, and it was the happiest day of my life, our wedding-day not excepted. I think the fight is over forever. I received a ball through my shirt-sleeves, slightly bruising my arm, and others, whistling "Yankee Doodle" round my head, made fourteen holes through the flag which I carried in the hottest of the fight. It is a miracle that I escaped with my life, so many falling dead around me. Buried two of our comrades on the field. God bless my country, my wife, and my little ones!
The following is taken from the Lexington "Gazette," dated
August 8, 1861:
"It is due to our worthy fellow-citizen, Mr. E. F. Paxton, or rather it is due to the county of Rockbridge, to claim credit for Mr. Paxton's conduct, which he has been too modest to claim for himself. A correspondent of one of the Richmond papers a short time since spoke of a Virginian who had been lost from his company during the fight, and fell in with the Georgia Regiment just as their standard-bearer fell. The lost Virginian asked leave to bear the colors. It was granted to him. He bore them bravely. The flag was shot through three times, and the flag-staff was shot off whilst in his hands. But he placed the flag on the Sherman Battery, and our brave men stood up to their colors and took the battery. That lost Virginian was E. F. Paxton, of Rockbridge."
I do not merit the compliment paid me in a paragraph contained in a recent number of your paper, which gives me the position of leading a portion of the 4th Va. and 7th Geo. in the charge upon the enemy's batteries. The 4th Va. was led by its gallant officers, Preston, Moore and Kent, and it was by order of Col. Preston, who was the first to reach the battery, that I placed the flag upon it. The 7th Geo. was led by one whom history will place among the noblest of the brave men whose blood stained the field of Manassas -- the lamented Bartow; when he fell, then by its immediate commander, Col. Gartrell, until he was carried, wounded, from the field; and then, until the close of the day, by Major Dunwoodie, the next in command.
If the paragraph means, not leading, but foremost, the compliment is equally unmerited. In the midst of the terrible shower of ball and shell to which we were subjected, and whilst our men, dead and wounded, fell thick and fast around us, my associates in the command of our company, Letcher, Edmondson and Lewis, were by my side; the dead bodies of my comrades, Fred Davidson and Asbury McClure, attest their gallantry; and the severe wounds which Bowyer, Moodie, Northern, Neff and P. Davidson carried home show where they were. I witnessed, on the part of many of our company around me, heroism equal to that of those I have named; but as others whom, in the excitement of the occasion, I do not remember to have seen, did quite as well, I may do injustice to name whom I saw. Compared with the terrible danger to which we were exposed at this time, that seems trifling when, at a later hour and in another part of the field, the flag was placed on some of the guns of the Rhode Island battery, which the enemy were then leaving in rapid retreat, the
day being already won, and the glories of Manassas achieved.
Again, I did not get the flag when Bartow fell, but sometime after, from the color-sergeant of the regiment, who, wounded, was no longer able to bear it.
The work done by Jackson's Brigade and the 7th Geo., and the credit to which they are entitled, is stated in the following extract from the official report of Gen. McDowell: "The hottest part of the contest was for the possession of this hill with a house on it." Here Jackson and his gallant men fought. Here the work of that memorable Sabbath was finished.
I wrote a short note to you on Tuesday, advising you of my escape from the battle of Sunday in safety. Matters are now quiet, and no prospect, I think, of another engagement very soon. When I think of the past, and the peril through which it has been my fortune to pass in safety, I am free to admit that I have no desire to participate in another such scene until the cause of my country requires it. Then the danger must be met, cost what it may. How I wish, Love, that I could see you and our little ones again! But for the present I must not think of it. Just as soon as the public service will permit I will be with you. The result of the battle has cast a shade of gloom over many who mourn husband, brother and child left dead on the field. Of those of our company who went into the thickest of the fight, at least one-half were killed or wounded. Some others escaped danger by sneaking away like cowards. The other companies from our county suffered as severely as ours. It seems, Love, an age since I have heard from you. You must write oftener. Why is it that you have not sent the daguerreotype of yourself and the children? Send me, by the first opportunity, another shirt just like that which you last sent me.
I will lay that by -- as it has a hole through it made by a ball in the battle -- as a memento of the glorious day. Do not send me any more clothing until I write for it, as I do not wish more than absolute necessity requires, having no means of carrying it with me.
I wish you would call upon Mrs. J. D. Davidson for me, and say to her she has reason to be proud of her brave boy. It was by the heroic services of men like him who have sacrificed their lives that the battle was won. He fell just as he and his comrades were taking possession of a splendid battery of the enemy's cannon, and those who defended it were flying from the field. And now, Love, good-bye. I think you need have no apprehension about my safety for some weeks at least. It is not probable that we shall have another battle very soon; and if we do, as our brigade was in the thickest of the fight before, we will not be so much exposed again. Give my love to Pa, Rachel, Annie, and all my friends. Kiss our dear little ones for their absent papa, and for yourself accept a husband's best love.
I reached here last night after spending a day in Staunton. When I reached there I found the militia of Rockbridge, and some of the officers insisted upon my remaining a day to aid them in raising the necessary number of volunteers (270) to have the others disbanded and sent home. I was very glad, indeed, that it was accomplished and the others permitted to return home and attend to their farms. I found, upon reaching Manassas, that our encampment had been removed eight miles from there, in the direction of Alexandria; and after a walk of some three hours I reached here about nine o'clock at night, somewhat fatigued. I do not know what our future operations are to be; but think it probable that we shall remain here for some time in idleness. I am free to confess
that I don't like the prospect; without any employment or amusement, the time will pass with me very unpleasantly, and such soldiering, if long continued, I fear, will make most of us very worthless and lazy; perhaps send us home at last idle loafers instead of useful and industrious citizens. Such a result I should regard as more disastrous than a dozen battles. In passing along the road from Manassas, the whole country seemed filled with our troops, and I understand that our encampment extends as far as eight miles this side of Alexandria. I think we have troops enough to defend the country against any force which may be brought against us.
Since this much of my letter was written, Lewis has handed me your note of 25th ult. You say you are almost tempted, from my short and far between letters, to think that I do not love you as well as I ought. You are a mean sinner to think so. Just think how hard I fought at Manassas to make you the widow of a dead man or the wife of a live one, and this is all the return my darling wife makes for it. If I was near enough I would hug you to death for such meanness. In truth, Love, I may say that I never closed one of my short notes until my eyes began to smart. Sometimes I did not wish to write. When we were for some time on the eve of a battle I did not wish to write lest you might be alarmed for my safety. Until the last month, when danger seemed so threatening, I think I have written once a week. But, Love, when you doubt my affection, you must look to the past, and if the doubt is not dispelled, I can't satisfy you, and you must continue in the delusion that the truest and steadiest feeling my heart has ever known -- my love for you - has passed away.
I know, Love, you think I exposed myself too much in the battle. But for such conduct on the part of thousands, the day would have been lost, and our State would now have been in the possession of our enemies. When I think of the result, and the terrible doom from which we are
saved, I feel that I could have cheerfully yielded up my life, and have left my wife and little ones draped in mourning to have achieved it. Our future course must be the same, if we expect a like result.
I have received from Gen. Jackson the appointment to act as his aid, and wish you to send my uniform coat and pants by Rollin, Kahle or some one of our men, whichever comes first. Switzer is just leaving, and I have not time to write more.
I promised in my letter of last Sunday to write to you every Sunday, and I will to-day, but I ought not, as you have not answered my last. I find abundance of employment in my new position, but I like it all the better on this account. The last week has been almost one continuous dreary rain, making soldier life more comfortless than usual. I think I shall quit the use of tobacco altogether as I am inclined to believe that it injures me. I am very glad that my duties require of me very little writing, for what little I do satisfies me that my eyes have not improved, and that it is not safe to use them much. They pained after the writing which I did last Sunday to Wm. White and yourself. I think we have the prospect of an idle life here for some time to come. I am free to say I don't like it. I would prefer to move into Maryland for an assault upon Washington and a speedy close of the war. But I suppose those in command know best what should be done.
I had a chance to show my gallantry last week. I was directed one night to pass a Mr. Pendleton and his party
through our line of sentinels. I reached the party about ten o'clock, and found the party consisting of an old gentleman driving the carriage, and in it the wife of his son with three or four children. She told me they were going to stay a mile beyond, with a lady to whom she had a letter, and were on their way to Virginia from Washington. Knowing the difficulty they would have in passing the sentinels of the other camps, I volunteered to accompany them. But when they reached the house where they expected to stay all night I delivered their letter and was told they could not be taken in, as the house was full of sick people, and that there was no other house in the village where there was any prospect of getting them in. The only chance then was to take the road and run the chance of getting into a farm-house or travel all night. I went with them, and succeeded in getting them lodging at a farm-house three miles further on. She was profuse in her expressions of gratitude, and I took leave of them and walked back four miles to our camp, which I reached about one o'clock, well paid for my trouble in feeling conscious that I had done a good deed.
I wish very much this war was over, and I could be with you again at our home. There you remember, Love, you used to read, last December, to me of the stirring events in South Carolina; but we never dreamed that such a struggle would result as that in which we are now engaged, that the husbands and fathers among our people would be called upon to leave wives and children at home to mourn their absence whilst mingling in such a scene of blood and carnage as that through which we passed on the 21st of July. But so it is. How little we know of the future and our destiny! Dark as the present is, I indulge the hope it may soon change, and I may be with you again,
not for a short visit, but to stay. Whilst such is the fond hope, when I look within my heart I find an immovable purpose to remain until the struggle ends in the establishment of our independence. Can the fond love which I cherish for you and our dear little children be reconciled with such a purpose? If I know myself, such is the fact. But, Love, my eye hurts me. It is sad to think of it, and that it disables me for life. It deprives me of the pleasure of reading for information and pleasure, unfits me for most kinds of business, and deprives me of the means of earning an independent support, which I feel I could do if I had my sight. The present is dark enough, but the future seems darker still, when I think of my return home, possibly made a bankrupt by the confiscation of my Ohio land, and then without means of earning a support or paying for my farm. I must not think of it now; it will be bad enough when it comes. I ought not to press my weak eye any farther. Kiss our dear little ones for me. Speak of me often to them. Never let them forget their "papa gone," who loves them so well.
I will devote to a letter to my loving little wife at home part of this quiet Sunday evening. Sinner as I am, I like to see something to mark the difference between Sunday and week-day. We have no drills on Sunday, and generally two or three sermons in different parts of the camp, which was not so some time since, when everything went on as on every other day. This morning we had a sermon from Bishop Johns, who dined with us, and this afternoon he preaches again. We expect this evening a distinguished visitor, Mrs. Jackson, so we shall have mistress as well as master in the camp. The General went for her to Manassas yesterday evening, but returned without her, finding she had gone to Fairfax, where he
immediately started in search of her. When she arrives his headquarters, I doubt not, will present much more the appearance of civilization. But before she is here long she will probably be startled with an alarm, false or real, of a fight, which will make her wish she was at home again.
I did not write my regular Sunday letter to you on yesterday. As usual, after breakfast I left the camp on duty, and did not return until dinner, when, very tired, I slept a couple of hours. Very soon I got orders to leave again for a ride of thirteen miles, and did not get back until bedtime. This morning we all left for our new encampment, where all are comfortably quartered.
I received your letter of 9th inst. a few days since. Indeed, Love, the perusal of your letters gives me more pleasure than I ever received from any other source. Should I not be happy to know there is some one in the world who loves me so well and looks with such deep interest to my fate? To be with you again is the wish which lies nearest my heart. But the duty to which my life is now devoted must be met without shrinking. Before the war is done many, I fear, must fall, and I may be one of the number. If so, I am resigned to my fate, and I bequeath to you our dear little boys in the full assurance that you will give to my country in them true and useful citizens. I wish, Love, the prospect were brighter, but indeed I see no hope of a speedy end of this bloody contest.
I am indebted to you for much pleasure afforded by your sweet letter of 16th inst. I know, Love, my presence is sadly missed at home, but not more than in my lonely tent I miss my dear wife and her fond caress. I am sure,
too, you are not more eager in your wish for my return, than I am to be with you. But I feel sure you would not have me abandon my post and desert our flag when it needs every arm now in its service for its defence. To return home, all I have to do is to resign my office, a privilege which a man in the ranks does not enjoy. Then your wish and mine is easily fulfilled, but in thus accomplishing it I would go to you dishonored by an exhibition of the want of those qualities which alike grace the citizen and the soldier. An imputation of such deficiency of manly virtues I should in times past have resented as an insult. Would you have me merit it now? I think not. My love for you, if no other tie bound me to life, is such that I would not wantonly throw my life away. But my duty must be met, whatever the expense, and I must cling to our cause until the struggle ends in our success or ruin, if my life lasts so long. I trust I have that obstinacy of resolution which will make my future conform to such sentiments of my duty. Mrs. Jackson took leave of us some days since, as the General was not able to get quarters for her in a house near our present encampment. I rode, between sunset and breakfast next morning, some thirty miles to secure the services of a gentleman to meet her at Manassas and escort her home. In return for this hard night's ride she sent me by the General her thanks in the message that she "hoped I might soon see my wife." You hope so too, don't you, Monkey? I was well paid for my trouble in the consciousness of having merited her gratitude.
I stopped at Mr. Newman's camp the other day to see him, but learned from Deacon that he was at home and that little Mary was dead. I sympathized deeply with them in the sad bereavement. I learned from the Rev. Dr. Brown, who reached here from Richmond this morning, that he saw Matthew at Gordonsville, on his way here. I suppose he will come to see me when he arrives.
Yesterday I was down the road some ten miles, and,
from a hill in the possession of our troops, had a good view of the dome of the Capitol, some five or six miles distant. The city was not visible in consequence of the intervening woods. We were very near, but it will cost us many gallant lives to open the way that short distance. I have no means of knowing, but do not think it probable the effort will be made very soon, if at all. I saw the sentinel of the enemy in the field below me, and about half a mile off, and not far on this side our own sentinels. They occasionally fire at each other. Mrs. Stuart, wife of the Colonel who has charge of our outpost, stays here with him. Whilst there looking at the Capitol I saw two of his little children playing as carelessly as if they were at home. A dangerous place, you will think, for women and children. Remember me to Fitzgerald and his wife, and say that I am very grateful for what they have done for me. And now, Love, I will bid you good-bye again. Kiss little Matthew and Galla for me.
I will close a delightful Sunday evening in answering your last letter, received a few days since. I heartily sympathize with you, Love, and our dear little Matthew in your wish for my return. My absence does not press more heavily upon your heart than upon my own. But we must not suffer ourselves to grieve over the necessity which compels our separation. We must bear it in patience, in the hope that when I return we shall love each other all the better for it. I have had the offer from Gov. Letcher of a Commission as Major. I was much flattered by the compliment, but declined it, as I would be assigned to duty at Norfolk. Feeling that I was more pleasantly situated and could render more efficient service here, I preferred to remain. I was very much tempted to accept it, from the consideration that it would probably afford
me an opportunity of passing by home on my way; but I thought this should not make me deviate from what my Judgment approved as my proper course. I replied that I would accept the appointment if assigned to duty in this brigade, but would not leave it for the sake of promotion.
The weather begins to feel like frost, and hereafter we shall, I fear, find a soldier's life rather uncomfortable. Sleeping in the open air or thin tents was comfortable a few weeks since; but when the frost begins to fall freely, and the night air becomes more chilly, lying upon the ground and looking at the stars will not be so pleasant. Then we shall think in earnest of home, warm fires, and soft beds. I think I shall get used to it. I have seen many ups and downs and begin to fancy that I can bear almost anything. In November I suppose we shall find comfortable winter quarters somewhere, or shall build log cabins and stay here. I went down to see Mat some days since, but did not find him.
Jim Holly came this evening and tells me he has the pair of pants which you sent me, and that Waltz will bring some more things for me. You need not get the overcoat; my coat for the present answers a very good purpose, and if I find hereafter that I need an overcoat, I will send to Richmond for it.
And now, Love, as I have taxed my eye about enough, I will bid you good-bye. I trust that you will make yourself contented. I shall be all the happier knowing that you are so. Give a kiss to our dear little boys for me; for yourself accept a fond husband's best love.
Your letter of October 1st was received on yesterday, and I am very much gratified at the cheerful feeling which it manifests. It shows, too, that you are giving a very
commendable attention to the business under your charge, and give promise, if the war lasts, of your being a first-rate business woman. You have your mind set in the right direction, for it seems as if the war would be interminable, and the sooner you learn how to take care of yourself the better it will be. Times are very dull with us here. Our troops are but a mile or so distant from the enemy, -- so near that our pickets, it is said, occasionally meet and converse with theirs, swap newspapers, tobacco, whisky, etc. Judging from the newspapers, one would think we were on the eve of a battle every day, but here there seems little apprehension of it. We may have a battle, but then again we may not. On the whole, the soldiers would just as lief fight as not. We are going to have a sermon this evening, and I will bid you good-bye to listen to it. Kiss our dear little boys for me, and remind them of me. I should regard their forgetting me as the saddest loss sustained by my absence from home. Think of me often, Love. My fondest hope, the dearest wish of my heart, is to be with you again. Remember me to the servants, and to Fitz and his wife, to Annie, Rachel and my friends.
I have received your last letter, and will devote an hour of this quiet Sabbath to giving you one in return for it. I am very sorry to hear that, having spared your team so long, they have called for it at last. I had hope they would let it alone in consideration of my absence from home in the service of the State, and consequently my inability to provide means of supplying its place, as others who have remained in the county can. It is nearly equivalent to a loss of our wheat crop, besides the great injury the horses must sustain in such a trip. For them I feel a sort of attachment, as for everything else at home, and should hate very much to see them injured.
We are having a very quiet and dull time. The fault I have with my present position is that I have too little to do. Jackson has been promoted again, and is now Major-General. It is, indeed, very gratifying to see him appreciated so highly and promoted so rapidly. It is all well merited. We have, I think, no better man or better officer in the army. I do not know to what position he will be assigned. But this brigade will part with him with very much regret. I shall be very reluctant to leave my place on his staff for any other position.
I am sorry to inform you on the money question that I am dead broke, and gratified to say that I do not expect it to continue many days. I have about $300 pay due me from the government, and sent by a friend who went to Richmond a few days since to draw the money, but he has not returned. Say to Mrs. Fuller I see Sam frequently and he is very well. Kiss the children for me, and think of me often.
Letters prompted by an affectionate anxiety for my fate, bringing intelligence that wife and children are happy in the enjoyment of every necessary comfort at home furnish in their perusal the happiest moments of the strange life I am leading. Such interchanges of letters are a poor substitute for the happiness which we have found in each other in times past; but it is all we can have now. Our separation must continue until this sad war runs its course and terminates, as it must some day, in peace. Then I trust we may pass what remains of life together, loving each other all the better from a recollection of the sadness we have felt from the separation. I am sometimes reminded of you, and the strong tie which binds me to you, by odd circumstances. The other day I saw an officer, who, like myself, has left wife and children at home, riding by the camp, with another woman on horse-back,
from a pleasure excursion up the road; and I could not help feeling that in seeking pleasure in such a source he was proving himself false to the holiest feeling and the highest obligation which is known on earth. I thought if I had acted thus faithless to you and our marriage vow, I should feel through life a sense of baseness and degradation from which no repentance or reparation could bring relief. If I know myself, I would not exchange the sweet communion with my absent wife, enjoyed through the recollections of the past and the hopes of the future, for any temporary pleasure which another might offer. I would rather live over again in memory the scenes of seven long years, when we talked of our love and our future, our ride to Staunton on our wedding-day, and our association since then, chequered here and there with events of sadness and sorrow, than accept any enjoyment which ill-timed passion might prompt me to seek from another. I trust, Love, this feeling may grow with every day which passes, and that I may always have the satisfaction of knowing my devotion and fidelity merit the affection which your warm heart lavishes upon me.
I have received a commission as Major in the 27th Regiment, and expect to change my quarters to-morrow. I leave my present position with much reluctance.
The Frenchman and the wheat crop give you a peck of trouble, but you have the gratification of knowing you are not alone in your misery. We have occasionally some little of it here. Night before last and yesterday, for instance, we had a storm of wind and rain which blew over many of the tents, turning their inmates out in the weather, and rendering it almost impossible to cook anything to eat. We thought it bad enough here, but I doubt not those regiments which were on picket without tents
fared even worse than we did here. If you who have brick houses and dry quarters to live in have your troubles, those of us here fare worse. This is poor consolation, it is true. I thought when I came here that I was settled for a while at least as Major of the regiment, but last week I got an order from Gen. Smith to take charge of the roads used by the army and have them put in repair. The appointment implied an opinion that I possess the energy and industry to have the work done, and I am gratified so far as the compliment; but it is a post which involves much hard work and affords no opportunity for winning laurels. It is, however, a post of much importance, and I shall spare no effort to justify the favorable opinion which induced my appointment.
The wind blows cold, Love, and as I write in my tent without fire, I will draw my letter to a close. Say to your father that the cloth is just suited to the purpose for which I need the coat this winter -- out-of-door life in all sorts of weather. I have another message which I have thought for some time of sending him. It is this: the principal part of my estate consists of land in Ohio, the loss of which -- and I have but little hope of anything else -- breaks me. My other property, under the depreciation which the war is likely to produce, will not pay my debts. I think proper to communicate this, so that if he thinks proper to change his will, he can do so and make such provision for you as he deems best. The future is dark enough, I am sure; but I shall go on here in a faithful discharge of my duties, trusting that it may some day be brighter.
I owe you a letter to-night, and will pay the debt with a very short one. We got here about sunset from Strasburg, after a tiresome day's march, and have been occupied up to this time, nine o'clock, in pitching our tents and
getting some supper. The latter we were so fortunate as to get from a box which some kind friends sent to Col. Echols. What shall be our next destination I have no idea, but think it probable we shall winter somewhere in this quarter. I am tired and sleepy, Love, and I will bid you good-night. Kiss the children for me, and for yourself accept the best love a fond husband can offer.
Soldiering for the past week has been a hard business. For two or three days we had cold rains, and the balance of the time very severe winds. The wind is perhaps more severe than the rain, as it makes our outdoor fires very uncomfortable, it being doubtful whether it is best to stand the cold or the smoke. The weather feels now as if the campaign was over and we must soon go into winter quarters. If we get houses, I presume it will be shanties, such as the men can build for themselves out of logs and clapboards. This they could do in a very short time. But cotton tents will be bad quarters for snowy, freezing weather; and if we do not have better, I fear we shall lose much from disease this winter. My health at present is very good, and I think I stand the service as well as any one else in it. Last night I slept very comfortably with the assistance of two sheepskins and five blankets.
Since our arrival here, there has been a very general congregation of officers' wives at the farm-houses in the neighborhood, and I think it likely to continue until women and children are as common in the camp as blackberries in August. So I have little hope of seeing you here, but think the Yankees will go into winter quarters before long. They will discover that a winter campaign in this part of the sunny South, with the snow a foot deep and ice everywhere, is uncomfortable, and will give us a few months' rest. I hope then to be able to get a short furlough to see my dear little wife and babies at home.
And now, Love, I will take leave of you. I sympathize deeply with you in your approaching illness, and hope for your safe and speedy recovery. Remember me kindly to your father, and say that I am very grateful for the assistance which he has given you in my absence.
I have read over again this morning your two last letters, and whilst they inspire a feeling of happiness that there is a dear wife at home whose love I prize and cherish more than anything else on earth, yet they make me feel sad that she is unhappy. I think, Love, I take a very calm and just view of my duty and of the future. I think I should remain in the war so long as my services may be needed, although it be at the sacrifice of personal comfort and pecuniary interest, and compels a separation from the loved wife with whom the happiest recollections of the past and the fondest hopes of the future are inseparably connected. It will cost me all this, and perhaps my life. If so, I will but share the fate of thousands who must fall in the contest, doing that which their own judgment and the common sentiment of the country decide to be their duty. If I survive the end of the war, I shall then quit the service, I trust, with the good opinion of my comrades and with my own approval of the fidelity and efficiency with which my duty has been discharged. Poverty and want may then mark my path through life, but I do not expect it, and I do not fear it. I have a strong faith in my capacity to earn a livelihood anywhere, -- industry meets its reward, -- and to secure every comfort which may be necessary for the happiness of the wife and little ones who bless my home with their presence. Here I'll change the subject to say that while writing our postman has arrived with your letter of 20th inst. I really think, Love, you are doing finely, and your providence in procuring salt in
advance of the rise in the market exhibits qualities to fill the place of a soldier's wife which need only a little necessity for developing them. I am glad, too, to hear you say you are too busy to be lonesome; that is a step in the right direction. That is the reason why I was sorry to give up the place of road overseer at Manassas. It gave me abundant employment for mind and body, made me sleep well and eat well. Now I have a job as member of a court martial which requires me to go to Winchester every day, where the court is in session from 9 A.M. to 3 P.M.
I have received your last letter, and am sorry that you write so despondently of the future. It would be sad, indeed, for me to think that day would ever come when the dear wife and little ones whose happiness and comfort have been the chief aim of my life, should be dependent. You would not be more grieved, I am sure, than I would be at such a prospect, and its reality could not distress you more than it would me, if I should be alive to witness it. But, Love, it does not become either of us to harass ourselves with trouble which the future has in store for us. Mine at present is not blessed with as many comforts as I have seen in times past; but it is the case with many thousands who feel impelled with a sense of patriotism and duty to bear it in patience, and I shall try to follow their example. When I sent the message to your father I knew that what he would have to give you out of his estate would be abundant to furnish a comfortable support for you and your children, whatever misfortune may befall my life or my property, and I desired, if it had not been done, that it might be secured to you as your own. The widow and orphan of many a gallant man destined to fall before this struggle ends, though deserving, have not, I apprehend, such a prospect of a comfortable provision as
you have. So, Love, the best consolation I can offer you is that there are others whose future is as dark as yours, and that yours is not so bad but that it might be worse. It grieves me, I am sure, as much as it does you, and we must both make up our minds, as the surest guaranty of happiness, to bear the present in patience and cheerfulness, and cherish a hope of another time, when we shall be together again, loving and happy as we used to be. If I survive this war, I have no fear of being unable to earn, by my own industry and energy, a comfortable support for my household. If fate determines that I must perish in the contest, then I trust that He whose supreme wisdom and goodness tempers the wind to the shorn lamb will shield from want the widow and orphans left dependent upon His providence. This is the first day of winter, and as yet we have had no snow. It has for some time been quite cold, and the water often frozen over. I have not as yet suffered much from exposure, and think I shall stand the winter well. With the assistance of four or five blankets, and bed made of some hay and leaves laid on split timber raised off the ground, I sleep quite warm. I hear nothing said of winter quarters, and so far there seems to be no determination to provide them. I think it would be as well to go into winter quarters, for the weather and the roads will soon be such as to make active operations utterly impracticable.
Will Lewis and Annie left here Wednesday, I think, and, I suppose, have reached home before this time. I sent by her my likeness and some candy for the children. When he returns send me your likeness -- that which was taken before we were married. I suppose you know where it is put away, for I don't remember.
And now, Love, as I have written you quite a long letter compared with what I generally write, I will bid you good-bye till my next. You have my heartfelt sympathy in your approaching illness, and my sincere hope of your speedy and safe recovery. Kiss dear little Matthew and Galla
for me, and tell them to be good boys. And now, dearest, again good-bye.
I did not write my accustomed Sunday letter to you on yesterday. I was otherwise busy until 9.30 o'clock last night, when I reached here. Then I was so sleepy and tired, I could hardly stand upon my feet, having been awake all the night before, and hard at work most of it. Yesterday I spent on the bank of the Potomac, not as decent people generally spend the Sabbath, in peace and rest, but listening to the music of cannon and musket, and witnessing their work of destruction. There was much firing, but little damage on either side, as the river intervened, and the men of the enemy, as well as our own, were well sheltered from fire. Our loss, I learn, is one mortally wounded and two very seriously; one of the latter is the son of Shanklin McClure of our county, and a member of the Rockbridge Artillery. The purpose of the expedition was to destroy a dam across the Potomac which feeds the canal now used by the enemy in shipping coal. I was appointed to superintend and direct the execution of the work, with some men detailed to do it. We reached the ground about sunset on Saturday evening, when a few shots from our artillery drove off the force of the enemy stationed on the opposite side. I then took down my force and put it to work and continued until about eleven o'clock, when we were surprised by a fire from the enemy on the opposite side again, which made it impossible to proceed until they could be driven away. At daybreak Sunday morning our cannon opened fire upon them again, but they were so sheltered in the canal -- from which in the meantime they had drawn off the water -- that it was found impossible to dislodge them. As my workmen could not be protected against the enemy's fire, I found it necessary to abandon the enterprise. So you see, Love,
entrusted with an important work, I have made a failure. If I had succeeded, the Yankees would have suffered much in Washington for want of coal. But they must get it as usual, for which they may thank their riflemen, who drove my party from the work of destruction upon which they were engaged.
I begin to think, Love, there is no amount of fatigue, exposure and starvation which I cannot stand. I got notice on Thursday about three o'clock that I was wanted at Jackson's headquarters; there I got my directions, and rode here in a hard trot of about six miles to the hour. The next afternoon I rode up and took a view of the work which I had in contemplation and returned here. On Saturday morning we left here with our forces to accomplish it. On Sunday at twelve o'clock I could not help but remark that I felt fresh, although I had not slept the night before, and had nothing to eat since Saturday morning at breakfast, with the exception of a small piece of bread and had been upon my feet, or my horse, nearly the whole time. I think this war will give me a stock of good health which will last a good while. And now, Love, whilst I have been in the perils of minié-balls, I expect, when I get to Winchester, to receive a letter from somebody saying that you have been in worse perils, and that we have an addition to our small stock of children. The only special message I have is that its name may be yours or mine, just as you like. Whilst, Love, I have just been expressing my gratification at my good health, and my capacity for fatigue and exposure, I cannot help feeling this war is an uncertain life, and there is no telling that you and I may never see much of each other again. I shall try and get a leave of absence to go home this winter; but I suppose it will not be possible until after Christmas, as I think Col. Echols has the promise of a leave at that time, and it would not be proper for us both to be away at the same time.
How much I wish that I was with you, that I could stay
at home! But to turn my back upon our cause, to leave the fatigue, patriotism and risk of life which it requires to be borne by others, when duty and patriotism require that I should share it, I cannot do.
I made application yesterday for leave of absence, but was informed that I could not get it until Col. Echols returned, who has leave for twenty-five days and starts home this morning. It is to me a sad disappointment, but I must bear it as cheerfully as I can. You must do the same. You must make up your mind, too, Love, to stay at home. In the present state of our finances we must save all we can, and this, I feel sure, will be best done by your staying on the farm. I think, too, you will be as happy there as you could be elsewhere.
Last Monday night I returned to our camp here, where I had the pleasure of reading the letters of Mary and Helen informing me that your troubles were all over, that we had another little boy in the crib, and that his mamma, as Mary happily expressed it, "Was doing as well as could be expected." I would have written them to express my gratification at the good news from home, but I had orders to leave again upon another expedition to the Potomac which afforded no time for writing a letter. I reached Charlestown the next morning about daylight and spent most of the day on my horse. The morning started with the forces at one o'clock, passing by Shepherdstown to Dam No. 4 on the Potomac, where we captured eight Federal soldiers whom we found on this side of the river, in which we lost one man wounded -- I suppose fatally. We remained there until late in the evening, when we started for Martinsburg, where we arrived about nine
o'clock, having made a march of about twenty-six miles. I left Martinsburg the next afternoon and returned to Winchester, where, having been some time engaged in a conference with Jackson, I found a bed and went to sleep, tired enough, I am sure. This morning I returned to camp. So, Love, I have given you together my operations for the last few days, which furnish the reason for my not writing sooner.
To-day I received Mary's letter of the 9th inst., from which I learn that you are improving, that the baby is doing well, which I am delighted to hear. I really sympathize with you, Love, in your lonely situation. You must be uncomfortable, lying all day and night in bed, though not suffering much with pain. In ten days more, I suppose, you will be able to sit up, and then in a week or so get about, attending to matters at home, as usual. I assure you that I reciprocate your wish for my return home, and heartily wish that I could consistently with my duty remain with you. If I can get a leave for only a few days, I will go before long to give a kiss and a greeting to the little fellow who has such strong claims upon my love and care. Active operations must soon cease, when there will be no reason why a short furlough should not be granted. The weather is already cold enough to make it uncomfortable in tents and such conveniences as we are able to provide. It would be intolerable if we were put upon the march with insufficient means which the men would have of making themselves comfortable.
I suppose by this time the hands have been making considerable progress in getting up the corn crop, and hope they may be able to finish it before Christmas. For the hired hands clothing must be furnished before Christmas. Can you get Annie or your ma to call upon Wm. White and get the goods and have them made up? Give my love to Helen and Mary and say to them I am much indebted to them for their letters and wish them to continue to write until you are able. And now, Love, good-bye again.
Give my love to your father, ma and Annie. A kiss to Matthew, Galla and the baby, and for yourself, dearest, my hearty wish for your speedy recovery.
Life in camp is generally dull with me, and I feel especially dull to-day. I have sometimes had a job, such as road-making at Centreville or my late excursion to the Potomac, which kept me busy enough; but these only happen now and then, and but for them my life would be idle enough, I am sure. When here in camp it really seems that I have no way of employing myself. I sometimes think I would prefer a more active campaign, winter as it is. With my stock of bed-clothes I think I could sleep quite comfortably even at this season in a fence corner, but it would not be so comfortable to the soldiers, who are not so well provided with such means of a comfortable night's rest. If the weather continues open and the cold not too severe, I think it possible we may have some activity in our operations this winter. But of this no one can speak with any certainty but Jackson, and even he with but little, as his operations depend upon contingencies over which he has no control.
I sometimes look to the future with much despondency. I think most of our volunteers will quit the service when their year expires, and the news I get from Rockbridge gives me but little reason to hope that many more will volunteer to fill the places thus made vacant in our army. If they come at all, I fear it will be by compulsion. I fear there are more who are disposed to speculate off our present troubles, and turn them to pecuniary profit, than there are to sacrifice personal comfort and pecuniary interest and risk life itself for the promotion of our cause. My judgment dictates to me to pursue the path which I believe to be right, and to trust that the good deed may meet with its just reward. Nothing else could induce me
to bear this sad separation from my darling wife and dear little children. This distresses me. I care nothing for the exposure and hardships of the service. But, Love, I should be more cheerful, and if sometimes oppressed with a feeling of sadness, should try to suppress it from you; for I should try and detract nothing from your happiness, which I fear I do in writing in so sad a strain.
And now, Love, good-bye. I shall be glad indeed to hear that you are out of your bed, and happier still to know, by a letter in your familiar hand, that you are nearly well and out of danger. When the winter sets in so cold that there can be no possible use for my services here, I shall try and get leave to spend a week with you at home. I don't think that snow can keep off much longer.
We left here, on an expedition to the Potomac, on last Monday morning at seven o'clock, and returned again this evening. We lost one man, Joshua Parks, killed by the enemy; and his body, I suppose, has by this time reached his friends in Lexington to whom it was sent for burial. Present my kind regard to Mrs. Parks, and say to her that I heartily sympathize in the sad bereavement which has fallen upon her. He was a brave and good man, universally esteemed and beloved by his comrades, and his loss is much deplored.
Whilst gone we slept without our tents four nights. I had plenty of blankets, and slept as sound as if I had been in quarters. I really could not have thought I could stand so much exposure with so little inconvenience. I think, if my health continues to improve under such outdoor life, I will soon be able to stand anything but ball and shell. I received Helen's letter, for which give her my thanks. I was delighted to hear that our baby is well and growing, and that you are improving rapidly. I am much gratified, too, at your pressing invitation to come
home. I believe, Love, you must want to see me. It has been my purpose to ask for a furlough as soon as winter had fairly set in so as to render active operations impracticable. To-day was very cold, -- so cold that we all had to get off our horses and make the greater part of the march on foot. To-night we have sleet and snow, which, I think, will pass for winter, especially as it now wants only three days of Christmas. So, Love, I shall ask for a furlough some time this week, and, if I can get it, will be off for home. And if you hear a loud rap at the door some night before long, you need not think robbers are breaking in, but that your own dear husband is coming home to see wife and little ones, dearer to him than everything else on earth. But, Love, you must not calculate with too much certainty on seeing me. If I can get the leave I will, but that is not a certainty.
I hope you all may have a happy Christmas, and wish I had the means of sending some nuts and candy for Matthew and Galla. Many who spent last Christmas with wife and children at home will be missing this time -- perhaps to join the happy group in merry Christmas never again. But let us be hopeful -- at least share the effort to merit fulfilment and fruition of the hopes we cherish so fondly. Now, dearest, good-bye till I see you again, or write. A kiss to the children as my Christmas gift.
I applied to-day for a furlough, but was much disappointed to find that an order has been made that none shall be granted. I was promising myself much happiness in spending a few days with you at New Year's, and am much grieved that it has to be deferred -- I hope, however, not very long. I will come as soon as I can get permission. Fair weather cannot last much longer, and winter must soon set in, which will stop active operations, and then I suppose I can get leave to go home for a while. I
will make this note short so as to try and get it in to-day's mail. Your box just came to hand as I left the camp this morning, for which accept many thanks. Good-bye, dearest.
The weather opened this morning cloudy and showing signs of snow, but, much to my disappointment, the clouds have passed off leaving a clear sky and pleasant day. It is not often I wish for bad weather, but when it opens a way for me of getting home for a little while I bid it a hearty welcome. It troubled me less when there was no prospect of getting a leave of absence and no use of asking it; but as I have been so anxiously indulging the hope of late, it troubles me much to have it deferred. If the bright sunshine of to-day is destined to last, you need not expect me, for Jackson is not disposed to lie idle when there is an opportunity to win laurels for himself and render service to our cause. The arrival of our forces from the West under Loring has given him a very fine army, which I think he is disposed to turn to a very profitable use as soon as an occasion may offer itself. I have much reason to be gratified at the proofs of his good opinion and confidence which I am continually receiving from him. I can rely upon his influence and efforts for my promotion, but my ambition does not run in that direction. The sympathies of my heart and my aspirations for the future are all absorbed in the wife and little ones left at home, and my highest ambition is to spend my life there in peace and quiet. The hope of winning military titles and distinction could not tempt me to leave home, if I were left to consult my wishes and feelings alone. But the sense of public duty which prompts us, and the strong public sentiment which forces us, to leave our homes and families for the public service, now with equal force compels us to remain. If we left the army now, it would be at the sacrifice
of such good opinion as we have of ourselves and the good opinion entertained of us by our neighbors and friends at home. Our term of service will expire in May, when each will be left to pursue for himself such course as duty and inclination may then determine. It is sad indeed, to think of being a stranger in my own home, that wife and children are becoming used to my absence and forced by it to seek other sources of happiness than that which we used to have when the society of each other was the greatest source of enjoyment. When separation is so long protracted it seems akin to that which lasts forever, when the body has gone to its long home in the grave and the soul for weal or woe to eternity, when the loved left behind to mourn our loss are no longer left a hope, and after a while become used to the desolation which death has left them. But hope whispers, Love, that all may yet be well with us. The storm may pass away, and, living happily together in after years, it will be a source of pride and happiness to us that the duty patriotism exacts of me now has been faithfully discharged, and the pleasure and comfort of home for the time foregone.
I wrote you a long business letter on Friday, in which you will think, no doubt, I have marked out work enough to keep you employed next year. You will be too busy to think of me and the troubles which this war is bringing on us. Now, darling, as my half sheet is finished I will bid you good-bye. Kiss my three little baby boys for me, and send me your likeness -- the old one which I used to have -- by the first person who comes from Lexington.
The military career of General Paxton during 1861, the period covered by the preceding letters, can be briefly recapitulated as follows: He had entered the service as first lieutenant of Rockbridge Rifles, 27th Virginia Regiment. At the battle of Manassas he had won the esteem of General Jackson by conspicuous gallantry on the field. As a result of this he was assigned to duty as aide to General
Jackson, August 7,1861. On September 28, 1861, he had an offer from Governor Letcher of a commission as major, but declined because if he had accepted it he would have been assigned to duty at Norfolk, and he did not wish to leave his brigade. On October 14, 1861, he received his commission as major of his own regiment. His intimate relations established as staff officer of General Jackson continued in his new position, and he was several times by him placed in charge of expeditions and assigned to various important duties detached from his regiment. That he then enjoyed the confidence and favor of General Jackson to a marked degree is shown by these appointments and by his letters.
AN opportunity of sending to Winchester enables me to write that I am here in the woods, all hands froze up and waiting for the weather to move. I take it for granted the General will come to the conclusion from this experiment that a winter campaign won't pay, and will put us into winter quarters. I am quite well and have not suffered much.
I was much disappointed in not getting a furlough a few days ago. I could not help but think that as the condition of the weather and the roads had made the expedition from which we had just returned a failure, it was full time to stop active operations, and in that event I was entitled to a leave of absence, if they were to be granted to any. I applied and was informed that two field officers must be left with the regiment, and that as a leave had been given to Col. Echols, none could be given to me until he returned. Hardly two days elapsed, however, until I received an order detaching me from my regiment and assigning me to the duties of a provost-marshal of the post, thus leaving but one field officer to my regiment. I have handed in my resignation, and whether that will be accepted or not I do not know. Jackson entered his disapproval of its acceptance, which will probably induce the Secretary of War and the Governor to do the same. The disapproval, it is true, implies the compliment that my services are valued, and that those in authority do not
wish to dispense with them; but I do not feel satisfied, and the whole affair gives me much unhappiness. I shall endeavor to take such course as will not forfeit the good opinion which I have enjoyed from those with whom I have served, and at the same time try to be content with whatever may happen. I wish you to act upon the same principle. Some of us have as hard a road to travel as yourself. I should like to be at home, and know that you fondly desire my return. If I can't get home, we must both be satisfied. I wish you to make up your mind to remain there, and take care of what we have as well as you can. You have, I doubt not, been as happy there for the last four or five months as you could have been elsewhere. With the work on the farm, your housekeeping, and the children, you will have too much to do to be lonesome. Plenty of work is a good antidote for loneliness; a very good means of drowning your sorrows. By this course you will be of infinite service to me, and will add much to your own comfort and happiness.
If there is an honorable road to get home, I shall spare no effort to find it as speedily as possible. In the meantime, Love, devote yourself to the babies and the farm, and not to grieving about me or my troubles. I will give them my undivided attention and get through with them as soon as I can. I don't wish to share so great a luxury with you. Now, Love, good-bye. Kiss our dear little baby and tell Matthew and Galla papa says they must be good boys. Remember me kindly to Jack, Jane and Phebe (slaves). I am very grateful to them for their fidelity. Tell Jane to get married whenever she wishes, and not to trouble herself about the threats of her last husband.
Camp near Unger's Store, Morgan Co., Va.,
January 11, 1862.
HIS EXCELLENCY JOHN LETCHER, Governor of Virginia.
I hereby tender my resignation of the office of Major in the active volunteer forces of the State, conferred by your commission bearing date October 14, 1861. My private affairs have been brought to such condition of embarrassment by the loss of valuable property which I owned in Ohio, that my personal attention to them, for a time at least, is made my duty by a just regard for the claims of my creditors and my family. If other forces are called into the service of the State, to supply the place of those whose terms of service expire in a few months, I shall be glad to have the offer of such position as your Excellency may think me competent to fill with advantage to the public service.
Respectfully,
E. F. PAXTON,
Major 27th Regt., Va. Vols.
Endorsements on Resignation.
Camp near Unger's Store, January 12, 1862. Resignation of Major E. F. Paxton, 27 Va. Vols. Approved
and forwarded.
A. J. GRIGSBY, Respectfully forwarded.
R. B. GARNETT,
Headquarters Valley District Respectfully forwarded, but disapproved.
T. J. Jackson, Hdgrs. Centreville, January 20, 1862. Respectfully forwarded.
J. E. JOHNSTON, Recd. A. O. I., January 22, 1862. Res. returned disapproved
by order of the Secy. of War.
R. H. MILTON, Letter to Gov. Letcher.
Unger's Store, January 12, 1862. Dear Sir: My resignation, forwarded through the regular
channel, will reach you in a few days. When it comes to hand
you will treat it as withdrawn. I feel much aggrieved by my
inability to get a furlough, and by an unjust discrimination made
against me in withholding it, whilst granted to others. I have
come to the conclusion that it is my duty as a citizen and a
soldier to bear the grievance in patience, in the hope that
hereafter I may be able to get such furlough as will save me the
necessity of quitting the service.
We left Unger's Monday morning and reached here on
Wednesday, after three days' hard march on roads as bad as
rain, sleet and snow could make them. For some time since we
reached here it has been raining, and the whole
country is flooded with water. Since we left Winchester three
weeks ago, we have indeed been making war upon the
elements, and our men have stood an amount of hardship and
exposure which I would not have thought was possible had I not
witnessed it. In passing through it all, I have suffered but little,
and my health is now as good as it ever was. Whilst this is true
of myself, our ranks had been made thinner by disease since we
left Winchester. Two battles would not have done us as much
injury as hard weather and exposure have effected. After writing
to you last Sunday, I concluded to write to the Governor to
consider my resignation as withdrawn and I would trust to the
chance of getting a furlough to go home. I am promised it as
soon as Echols returns, and his furlough is out sixteen days from
this time. I hope Jackson will have concluded by that time that a
winter campaign is fruitful of disaster only, as it has been, and
will put us at rest until spring. Then I may expect to see you.
Now, darling, just here the mail has come to hand, bringing
your letter of the 15th inst. and the gratifying news that all are
well at home. You say the sleet and snow were falling whilst you
wrote, and you felt some anxiety lest I might be exposed to it.
You were just about right. I left that morning at daybreak and
marched in sleet and snow some fifteen miles to this place.
When I got here the cape of my overcoat was a sheet of ice. If
you have hard times, you may console yourself by knowing that
I have hard times, too. I am amused with your fears of an inroad
of the Yankees into Rockbridge Their nearest force is about
eighty miles from you, and if the roads in that section have not
improved very much, they will have a hard road to travel. You
all are easily scared. By the time you had been near the Yankees
as long as I have, you would not be so easily frightened.
You must come to the conclusion which has forced itself
upon me some time since. Bear the present in patience, and
hope for the best. If it turns out bad console ourselves
with the reflection that it is no worse. We can see nothing
of the future, and it is well for us we don't. I have but little idea
to-day where I will sleep to-night, or what shall be doing
to-morrow. Our business is all uncertainties. I have been in great
danger only once since I have been in the service, yet I
suppose I have thought a hundred times that we were on the eve
of a battle which might terminate my life. Now, after all, Love, I
think it best to trouble myself little with fears of danger, and to
find happiness in the hope that you and I and our dear children
will one day live together again happily and in peace. It may be,
dearest, this hope will never be realized, yet I will cherish it as
my greatest source of happiness, to be abandoned only when
my flowing blood and failing breath shall teach me that I have
seen the last of earth. All may yet be well with us.
We left Romney on Thursday, and after three days we reached,
on yesterday evening, our present encampment, two miles from
Winchester. To-day I received your grumbling letter of 21st, in
which you were bitter over my bad usage in being refused a
furlough. The only matter of surprise with me is that I ever lost
my temper about it, as I came to the conclusion long ago that
there was no use in grumbling about anything in the army, and it
was always best to bear in patience whatever happens us, with a
becoming sense of gratitude that it is no worse. I think we shall
remain at rest here until spring, no one being more thoroughly
disgusted with a winter campaign than Jackson himself from the
fruits of our expedition to Romney. Echols' furlough expires nine
days hence, and then, I think, I may safely promise myself the
happiness of a visit home to enjoy for a while the loved society
of wife and little ones, from whom I have been so long
separated. For a while only, Love, as my duty will require me
to leave you soon again. I wish to pursue such a course as will
give me hereafter a good opinion of myself and the good opinion
of my neighbors, and neither is to be won by shrinking from the
dangers and hardships of a soldier's life when the safety of his
country requires him to endure them. But for this, the titles and
applause to be won by gallantry upon the field could never
tempt me from home. Would you have me return there the
subject of such conversation as has been freely lavished upon
those who remained behind and others who turned their backs
on country and comrades? I think not.
I don't think, Love, you would know me if you could see me
just now. I think I am dirtier than I ever was before, and may be
lousy besides. I have not changed clothes for two weeks, and
my pants have a hole in each leg nearly big enough for a dog to
creep through. I have been promising myself the luxury of soap
and water all over and a change of clothes to-day, but the wind
blows so hard and cold I really think I should freeze in the
operation. I am afraid the dirt is striking in, as I am somewhat
afflicted with the baby's complaint -- a pain under the apron. I
am not much afraid of it, however, as I succeeded in getting
down a good dinner, which with me is generally a sign of pretty
fair health. Now, Love, I will bid you good-bye, as it is very
cold and uncomfortable writing, leaving the last side of my sheet
unwritten.
Yesterday I concluded, after writing this, to come to town and
get comfortable quarters, as I felt much inclined to chill. I slept
pretty well last night, and this morning am not suffering any pain.
I hope to be well in the course of a few days. Should I get
worse, I will write tomorrow.
For several days he continued ill at Winchester, and this
perhaps hastened the granting of the greatly desired
furlough. His next letter shows that he remained at home until
February 24, 1862, having been there perhaps twenty days.
This was his first visit home since entering the service.
I reached here day before yesterday, and expected to devote
yesterday evening to a letter home; but so soon as I got pen and
paper ready to commence we had an order to change our
camp. My ride here was as pleasant as I could expect. The first
night I stayed at Mr. Sproul's, the next at Dr. Crawford's, the
next at Mr. Williamson's, and the last at Strasburg, reaching
Winchester about twelve o'clock. Self and horse both in good
condition.
I doubt not you will hear any quantity of news before this
reaches you: that Winchester has been evacuated, the enemy
approaching in countless numbers from all directions, and
Jackson's army flying before him. All I can say is, do not be
alarmed, and make up your mind to bear in patience whatever
of good or evil the future may have in store for us. Try, so far as
possible, to divert your mind from the troubles of the country.
The future is not so bright as it was before our late disasters, but
we have yet many strong arms and brave hearts in the field, and
should not despair.
As to our situation here, place no confidence in the rumors
which you may hear. The enemy yesterday entered Charlestown
- in what force I do not know, or for what purpose. It may be
to take possession of the Baltimore & Ohio R. R. and rebuild it,
or it may be a part of a force intended to advance on this place.
All I can say is: I think, unless his force largely outnumbers ours,
we shall fight him, and if it is overpowering we shall evacuate the
place.
I write, darling, in the open air and a freezing wind, and will
bid you good-bye until my next. I will write regularly, so that my
letters may reach you Sunday morning.
when you go to church. Should anything happen me, I will
have a letter written to your father, who will send it to you. Kiss
the children for me, and for yourself, dearest, accept all that a
fond husband can offer.
Your first letter since I left home reached me on yesterday,
bringing the welcome intelligence that you were all well, and the
intelligence, not less gratifying, that you would not have me stay
at home whilst the country has such pressing need for the
service of every citizen in the field. If such were the feeling and
wish of every woman and child, the men would be moved by
nobler impulses and we would have a brighter prospect before
us. Our soldiers, impelled by influence from home, would all
remain in the service, and those left behind would rally to their
support, instead of remaining behind until compelled by force to
join the army and fight for the liberties of the country. Whatever
others may do, their delinquencies will not justify our faults; and
you and I must act so that what we do in these times of peril and
uncertainty shall hereafter have our own and the approval of
those whose good opinion we value.
We came to our present encampment a week ago, and have
made little preparation for comfort, not knowing how soon, but
expecting every day, we might move again. I doubt not you have
heard frequent rumors that a battle was imminent. You had best
never alarm yourself with such. From this to the end of the war, I
never expect to see the time when a battle may not occur in a
few days. Hence I always try to be ready for it, expecting it as
something through which I must pass, which is not to be
avoided. The facts, so far as I can learn, are that the enemy is in
Charlestown with considerable force, in Martinsburg with some
3000, and at Paw-paw tunnel in Morgan with some 12,000 or 15,000.
I think it very uncertain
whether an advance upon Winchester is intended at this time.
Their purpose in crossing the river is probably to rebuild the
railroad. When this is done we shall probably be attacked here.
If the force of the enemy is far superior to our own, -- and it
probably will be, I think, -- we shall retire from the place without
making a defence. So don't be alarmed at any rumors you may
hear.
Since my return we have had a very idle time. My duty is to
take charge of the regiment in the absence of the Colonel, and
as he is here I have nothing at all to do. I am very anxious to get
a job of some sort which will give me occupation.
The wish which lies nearest my heart is for your comfort and
happiness in my absence. I will write regularly so that you will
get my letters on Sunday morning when you go to church. As
soon as you hear what was the fate of Brother's two boys at
Fort Donelson, write me about it.
I doubt not you have heard of many bloody battles, actual and
anticipated, about Winchester for the last few days, and, if you
credited every flying rumor, have been somewhat apprehensive
of my safety. You will then, I doubt not, be surprised to hear
that we have had no fight; none killed except perhaps one or
two of our cavalry pickets; none captured except some thirty or
forty who stayed behind in Winchester, many of them, I doubt
not, wishing to be taken. Twice since my last letter we have had
every reason to expect an engagement. Last Friday evening the
long roll, always a signal for battle, was sounded and the
regiment formed under arms. We marched out and took our
position and remained there for a day, but the enemy did not
come up. On Tuesday evening the long roll was beaten again,
and we took our position, the enemy having advanced his whole
force within two or three miles of us. We remained there until
dark, but were not
attacked. Then we moved back five miles on the pike, and
yesterday morning came to this place. Here we are, and what
next? Will we continue our retreat or fight? No one knows.
Jackson always shows fight, and hence we never know what he
means. Don't suffer yourself to be alarmed by any rumors which
you read or hear. So soon as we have an engagement, if I get
out of it, I will write to you, enclosing the letter to your father,
requesting him to send it out immediately. So soon as we have
an engagement, everybody will be writing letters, and, I doubt
not, your father will send you immediately any reliable news that
may come.
The militia, I see from the papers, are called out, and John
Fitzgerald will have to go. Give him the shot-gun to take with
him. I don't know what you ought to do to supply his place.
Consult with your father, and do what you think best. You can
leave the place and go to town if you do not feel safe there.
Your happiness, Love, I value and wish to secure above
everything else.
We left our encampment near Strasburg last Saturday, and
reached this place on Monday, where appearances indicate that
we are settled in peace and quiet for a while. There is some
skirmishing between our pickets and those of the enemy about
twenty miles from here, but I believe the enemy have not left
Winchester in any force, and, I imagine, will not until the roads
and weather will admit of an advance on the other side of the
mountain on Johnston.
The time passes very dull with me, as I have nothing to do,
the Colonel and Lieut.-Col. of the regiment both being here and
doing what little there is to be done. Some days ago I met with
your sister Martha, who had come down to the camp to see
Mr. Williamson. She was much alarmed at the expected
approach of the enemy, and in doubt what
to do. My advice to her was to remain at home if they came,
letting everything go on as usual. They would take such of her
property as they needed, but, I believed, would do no further
injury. Their policy, so far as I can learn, has been, in
Winchester and the counties which they occupy, to conciliate the
people. I doubt not it will be their principle everywhere. I am
glad they indicate their purpose to carry on the war on the
principles of civilized warfare, as it exempts the women and
children left at home by our soldiers from the savage barbarities
of their vengeance. If the fate of war brings my own home within
their lines, it will be some consolation to know that you, my
darling wife, and our dear little children are not subjected to
insult and injury at the hands of the invaders. Whilst their
occupancy may deprive me of the fond letters of a loving wife,
giving the glad news that all are well at home, which is now my
greatest source of happiness, I shall be comforted by the hope
and belief that they are left to enjoy uninterrupted the necessary
comforts of life. Whilst it is a sad thought to give up one's home
to the enemy, with many of us it is destined to be a necessity
which will contribute more than all other causes to the ultimate
achievement of our independence. It is utterly impossible to
defend every section.
Just here, Love, I will change the subject to say that, whilst
writing, I have received your letter of the 15th inst. We may
never meet again, as you say, Love. We know nothing of the
future, but I trust the day of our final separation is far distant.
The obituaries which I find in the paper from home remind me
that those who remain at home, as well as those who have
joined the army, die. Of the thousand who have left our county
for the army, I suppose not more than fifty have died from
disease or in battle. Nearly as large a proportion of those at
home, I expect, have died. Life is uncertain everywhere, Love,
and you should not infer from my being in the army that you and
I may not see much of life together yet. I am
glad I can't turn aside the dark veil which covers the future and
look at the good and evil in store for me.
I am sorry that Galla had the luck to break the likeness, but
glad that I have a place in the dear little fellow's memory and that
he wanted to see his papa. I am glad, too, to learn that you have
found in little Mary Fitzgerald a post-office messenger, and that
you can get the papers and my letters without sending one of the
hands and stopping work on the farm for the purpose. I have
heretofore written so that my letters would reach you on Sunday
when you went to church, but now I can write at any time. I felt
gratified to learn that Fitz was exempt from the militia draft,
although it was selfish and unpatriotic, as he would make a good
soldier. I am very anxious that you should be comfortable and
contented at home; and as he is so faithful and industrious, I am
sure he will be of great service to you, and that you will feel
much safer from his being there.
And now, Love, as I have some matters requiring my
attention this evening, I will bid you good-bye and bring my
letter to a close. Give a kiss to the dear little boys for me, and
for yourself accept my best love.
We have had a severe fight to-day and are pretty badly
whipped. I am uninjured.
The robins on the trees around me sing merrily this morning, as if
this part of the world was enjoying its usual quiet, and the
soldiers are laughing and talking as cheerfully as if apprehension
of danger and alarm for the future was the last of their thoughts.
Since last Thursday, when we started towards Winchester, we
have had exciting times. We were engaged on Sunday in a fiercer
struggle, more obstinately maintained on our side, than that at
Manassas last July. The battle between the infantry, the artillery
having been engaged in firing some time before, commenced
about five o'clock and ended about six o'clock, when our line
gave way and retreated in disorder to our wagons, about four
miles from the battle-field. Our loss in killed, wounded and
missing, I suppose, may reach 400. Col. Echols had his arm
broken. The next morning after the battle we left in good order
about ten o'clock, and came some seven miles in this direction,
where we encamped and cooked dinner. Before we left the
enemy appeared with their cannon, and as we were leaving
commenced firing upon us. One of their shells burst in our
regiment, killing four and wounding several more. We came that
night-- Monday -- to Woodstock, and on yesterday came here,
some ten miles farther. We keep some artillery and cavalry in
our rear, close to the lines of the enemy, who check his advance
and keep us advised of what is going on. We remain on our
encampment with wagons packed and everything in order to
move until the afternoon, when we move back. To you this
would seem exciting, yet the soldiers sit around in squads,
laughing and talking as if they enjoyed the sport. I think it likely,
if the enemy advances, we will retreat up towards Staunton. His
force which we engaged at Winchester was some 15,000,
according to the best estimate we can get of it, whilst ours did
not exceed 4000. I think we will not venture on a battle against
such odds, but will wait for reënforcements and continue to
retire if we are pressed. You may be certain to hear from me if I
get out safe from another engagement.
Last Thursday I received an order from Gen. Jackson to take
charge of four companies and report to Col. Ashby for duty on
the advance-guard. I go down occasionally to
take a view of the enemy's pickets, but most of the time have
been lying idle. The enemy are encamped around Strasburg and
for some four miles this side, where they seem disposed to
remain quiet for the present. The whole country here bears the
appearance of a funeral, everything is so quiet. In a ride
yesterday along our lines, I scarcely saw any person moving
about, and all work on the farms seemed suspended; many of
the houses seemed to be deserted. The soldiers alone seem to
exhibit the appearance of contentment and happiness. A mode
of life which once seemed so strange and unnatural habit has
made familiar to us, and if peace ever comes many of them will
be disqualified for a life of industry.
I have seen, in a Baltimore paper, a list of the prisoners taken
from the battle at Winchester. It is very gratifying to find that
some are captured whose fate was involved in doubt. Among
them I am pleased to find the name of Charley Rollins, whom I
saw upon the field behaving very gallantly. Send word to his
mother if you have an opportunity. Capt. Morrison and Lieut.
Lyle of the College Company are on the list. Two captains and
one lieut. were captured from our regiment. Our loss in killed
and wounded and captured, I expect, will reach 500. I do not
think we had over 2500 men engaged, whilst the enemy
probably had four times the number, consisting, for the most
part, of troops which have been in service for the last year under
Rosecrans in Western Virginia, than whom they have no better
troops in the field. I never expect to see troops fight better than
ours did. Our force is rapidly increasing from the militia who are
coming in and will be used in filling up the volunteer companies.
Many of those sick and absent on furlough are returning, and
with all, I think, we will have a force sufficient to meet the enemy
with success. Until our force is increased and reorganized, I
think we shall continue to retreat without another battle.
I stopped here on yesterday with the news that the enemy were
advancing, and very soon got an order to move. We are now
settled four miles north of New Market. Verily, it is a moving
life we lead.
Before this reaches you, you will have heard alarming rumors of
the fight on yesterday, and feel, I know, much anxiety for my
safety. I was not hurt, for the reason that I was not in the fight.
No part of our brigade was engaged, the enemy being whipped
off the field before it came. But little, if any, more than one-third
our forces were engaged. The fight began late in the evening in
an unexpected attack from the enemy, and lasted about an hour.
Our loss, I expect, will reach 60 killed and 300 wounded. They
began their retreat early this morning in the direction of
Pendleton County. We pursued them
to-day some twelve or fifteen miles, capturing six or seven
persons. They left a considerable quantity of tents and
provisions, but burned most of them. I am indebted to this
source for the sheet upon which I write.
Well, you want to know when we are going to have another
fight? There is no telling, but I think to-morrow we shall take the
end of the road which leads to Harrisonburg. I saw Matthew
after the fight was over, and he, like myself, I suppose had not
been in it. The cadets were behind our brigade, and, though I
have not seen White Williamson, he is, I doubt not, unhurt
except by the hard march. The company from Brownsburg,
formerly Carey's, suffered very severely, the captain, Whitmore,
being killed and one of the lieutenants severely wounded.
I left Staunton the day I wrote to you last week and joined
the army at Port Republic. Since then we have been marching
every day but one which we spent in Staunton. And now,
darling, I will bid you good-bye.
I don't know where to date my letter. We left Highland
yesterday, and are now on the road to Harrisonburg, seven or
eight miles from the Augusta line. We have had three days' rain,
and still a cloudy sky threatening more rain. The road is now
very bad, and as every wagon which passes makes it deeper, it
will soon be impassable. The weather is worse upon us than last
winter. Then the ground was frozen and we had the satisfaction
at least of being dry -- having dry clothes and dry blankets. But
now everything is wet and we have no tents. It has had no
happy effect upon my health. Yesterday I left the brigade to stay
in a house a few days, but think I shall join it again to-morrow.
We had constant expectation of a fight while we were in
Pendleton. We supposed Jackson would certainly make the
attack on the morning after we reached Franklin and every one
was surprised when we turned to march in this direction. No
one ever knows where he is going or what his plans are. I
suppose his destination now is the Valley, where he will
consolidate with Ewell and move towards Winchester. But at
present, I think, he will be disposed to give his troops a week's
rest. They need it badly, as they have been marching for nearly
three weeks since they left their last encampment.
We have not yet had an election in our regiment for field
officers, and I feel more unsettled than ever before.
I am not sure that I will be elected, and not sure that I will not.
If I were elected by a mere majority, and knew that I did not
have the good-will of a large portion of my regiment, I am not
sure that I would want the place. I have been absent from the
regiment on detached service of one kind and another, and
when with them I have always been disposed to be rather rigid.
The two causes combined have not given me a strong hold
upon their affections. So you see I am rather perplexed with
doubts
-- don't know which end of the road to take, if either.
Whatever be the result, I trust I shall do nothing to forfeit the
good opinion of my friends; and if I return home, it will be for
reasons which now and hereafter shall meet the approval of my
judgment. I wish heartily the election was over and I knew my
destiny.
The election was soon after this held under what was known as
the "Disorganization Act" of the Confederate Congress, and
Major Paxton, with many other officers whose strict and
wholesome discipline was not relished by their men, failed to be
reëlected. He was thus relieved from any further obligation to
continue in the service, but his heart was too much in the cause
to permit him to abandon the army at such a time. He accepted
a place on the staff of his old commander, General Jackson, as a
volunteer aide without pay, and in this capacity took part in the
seven days' fight before Richmond. After a brief visit to his
home, on July 22, 1862, he returned to the army to resume his
position as volunteer aide on Jackson's staff.
I reached here on yesterday, and now hold the place which I
had when I left -- volunteer aide to Gen. Jackson. The position
is very agreeable, and the only objection to it is that I draw no
pay and pay my own expenses. I feel quite at home, and am
entirely satisfied to spend the rest of the war in this position.
Everything here seems so quiet. The troops are drilling, and
there is every indication that the troops will rest here for some
time. Considering the severe hardships through which they have
passed since the war began, it is very much needed. Everything
has a happy, quiet appearance, such as I have not seen in the
army since we were in camp this time last year after the battle of
Manassas.
I am sorry to have left you with so much work on hand, but
hope you may bear it patiently. There is more need now than
ever that as much should be made from the farm as possible, as
I am drawing no pay. And now, darling, good-bye. I will write
you frequently and let you know how I am getting along. I hope
you will be as contented and happy as possible, and manage
matters just as you please, and I will be satisfied.
For some days I have been expecting that every mail would
bring me a letter from home, but have been disappointed. I am
sure a letter is on the way, and that you would not suffer two
weeks to pass without writing to me. I wrote to you some ten
days ago, just after I got here. It may be this did not reach you,
and you do not know where I am. I am getting to feel used to
the army and to the idea of staying in it until I see the end of the
war, or it sees the end of me. The work entrusted to me is highly
honorable and very agreeable. I think it will be sufficient to keep
me employed and make me as happy as I have ever been in the
service. The only objection to it is that my labor is gratuitous and
I draw no pay. I shall try and make my expense account as small
as possible. The army is more quiet than I have ever known it.
The enemy have considerable force some thirty or forty miles
from us, amounting possibly to 30,000 men. Their cavalry and
ours are occasionally skirmishing, and yesterday had quite a
severe engagement with one of our regiments at Orange C. H.
They are said to have had some three regiments against our one,
and, so far as I can learn, we got the worst of it. No very serious
damage, however, as our killed and wounded are only fifteen.
To-day -- Sunday -- is very quiet, and reminds me much of a
Sunday at home, the usual work being suspended. Formerly
everything went on as usual on any day, but
now the drills and ordinary work of the week are suspended on
Sunday. Whilst employment here will make me contented, for
there is no use in grieving about what must be borne, yet I
heartily wish that I was at home with you and our dear little
children. Affection and sympathy attract me towards home as
the dearest place on earth, but duty to my country and respect
for my own manhood require that I should forego this happiness
until the war ends -- as end it must, sooner or later. I trust,
darling, that you will be as contented and happy as you can
under the circumstances. The inconveniences to which you are
subjected are just the same which all other ladies have to bear.
You, at least, have all the comforts of home and necessaries of
life, whilst the wife and little ones of many a gallant man in the
service are exiles from their homes or without the necessaries of
life. It is a poor consolation for your own troubles that others
have worse; but it is alike the dictate of piety and virtue to bear
them in patience, and thus show that you merit a better fate. The
war must end some day. We may never live to see it. But we
owe to ourselves to cherish the hope that we may one day live
happily together again, and there will be bright sunshine after the
storm which now envelops us.
My Darling Wife: I have only time to say that we were fighting
on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday, and that I am
well. The last was a very severe battle and in large force. The
enemy was badly routed. His force consisted of the armies of
McClellan and Pope united. Ever yours.
General Paxton had just taken an active part in the battle
which has since been known as the battle of Second Manassas
when this characteristic note was written. The report of General
Jackson upon these battles makes mention
of him as follows: "In the prompt transmission of orders
(Cedar Mountain) great assistance was received from Maj. E.
F. Paxton, Acting Asst. Adj.-Gen'l.... Desiring to avoid delay, I
directed my Acting Asst. Adj.-Gen'l. to order Jackson's
Division forward." "In the transmission of orders (2nd
Manassas) I was greatly assisted during the expedition by the
following members of my staff: Col. A. Smart, Asst. Insp. Genl.;
Maj. E. F. Paxton, Acting Asst. Adj.-Genl."
Your two last letters came to hand yesterday, and I was indeed
very happy to hear from you. The date of my letter will surprise
you. You would have thought it hardly possible that the fortunes
of war should have so turned in our favor that this quiet Sabbath
would find us here quietly encamped beyond the limits of our
own Confederacy. It has cost us much of our best blood and
much hardship, but it is a magnificent result, which, I trust, will
secure our recognition in Europe, and be a step at least towards
peace with our enemies. We left the Rappahannock two weeks
ago to-morrow, and such a week as the first was has no parallel
in the war. Two days' severe march brought us about fifty miles
to Manassas. That night we had an engagement with the enemy,
in which the place was captured and some prisoners. The next
day there was another battle, in which Mr. Newman was
wounded. That night -- Wednesday -- we evacuated the place
and took up our position adjoining the old battle-ground, and
that evening we had another severe engagement, in which
Maj.-Gen. Ewell was severely wounded and our loss very heavy.
The next day -- Friday -- we were attacked by the enemy in much
larger force, but we repulsed the enemy and at night both armies
occupied about the same ground. We expected the battle
to be renewed the next morning. The enemy had time to collect
his whole force, Pope and McClellan combined, and we had
brought up all we had on this side of the Rappahannock. For a
while, the lines were unusually quiet, but after a while the
picket-firing began to increase, and soon the whole line was engaged.
The assault upon our line was very severe, and for a while the
tide of battle seemed to turn against us; but our men stubbornly
resisted the assault, and soon the enemy's line gave way, flying in
confusion, our artillery playing upon them as they retreated. Our
lines were then pushed forward, and by night the enemy was
driven from every position. It was a splendid victory, partly
fought on the same ground with the battle of Manassas last year.
We sustained a very heavy loss, but how much I have no idea.
The next day we moved towards Fairfax C. H. The next day --
Monday -- we had another severe engagement. Tuesday we
spent at rest and in cooking. Wednesday we started in this
direction, and reached here early on
yesterday, without meeting any further obstruction. What
next -- where do we go -- and what is to be done? We will
probably know by the end of next week what our General
means to do with us. I think it likely we will not stay here, and
that this time next week will find us either in Pennsylvania or
Baltimore.
I heartily wish with you that the war was over and we were all
at home again. But our success depends upon the pertinacity
with which we stick to the fight. I think it may not last through
another winter. I spend but little time now thinking about
business on the farm. I trust it all to you. My duties here are
onerous and responsible, occupying my time and mind so
completely that I have but little opportunity to think of much
else. Not enough, however, to keep me from thinking of dear
wife and little ones left at home, and fondly hoping that the day
may soon come when I will be with them. It may never come.
My fate may be that of many others. Whatever the
future may have in store for me, I trust that I am prepared to
meet it with becoming resignation.
And now, darling, I will take leave of you. Think of me often,
and believe me, with much love, ever yours.
The army was never so quiet as now, the general impression
prevailing that we contemplate no advance upon the enemy and
that he contemplates none upon us. We are lying quiet to gather
in our absentees and recover from the losses which we have
sustained in the active work of the last sixty days. When this is
accomplished winter will probably have set in, and the work of
this year closed. I fear our troops are to suffer much from want
of clothing, and that our supplies will prove greatly inadequate
for our wants.
Whilst the army has been apparently idle, I have been
unusually busy during the last week. Everybody seems to be
making application for something, and my office is crowded with
business. I do scarcely any writing, leaving it all to my clerk, Mr.
Figgat. If I undertook to do the writing, my eyes would not last
long. But as it is, I think I shall be able to do my work without
injury. My office is one of much importance and responsibility,
and I trust I may be able to fill it without suffering injury to my
sight. I think, Love, if this war lasts much longer, you will get to
be a pretty good farmer. It really seems as if it would last
forever. Both parties seem getting used to it, and the signs of
peace and quiet are less, if anything, now than this time last year.
I heartily wish I were at home with you and our dear little
boys. It is the wish of many thousands of my comrades who
have left loved wives and children at home to mourn their
absence and grieve over the danger and hardships to which they
are exposed. God grant that we may all soon be gratified -- that
the fervent prayer for our return
may soon be answered. When we do, I think it will be with
a more grateful appreciation of the blessings which we
were accustomed every day to enjoy.
Now, darling, I will bid you good-bye. Think of me often and
cherish the fond love which has marked our intercourse thus far
through life as our greatest source of happiness.
The office which General Paxton held at this time was that of
Acting Assistant Adjutant-General on Jackson's staff. The
following letter from General Jackson shows the esteem in which
he was at this time held by that officer.
HEADQUARTERS V. DISTRICT
General: I respectfully recommend that Maj. E. F. Paxton
be appointed Brigadier-General and assigned to the command
of the brigade lately under Brigadier-General C. L. Winder.
Last year he was major of the 27th Regt. of
the brigade and ranked all the officers at present in the brigade,
except three. Upon the reorganization of the Volunteer
Regiment, Major Paxton was not retained. As he served under
me in the line, and at various times I assigned important duties to
him, and as for several months he has been my A. A. A.
General, my opportunities for judging of his qualifications have
been remarkably good; and there is no officer under the grade
proposed whom I can recommend with such confidence for
promotion to a Brigadier- Generalcy.
I am, General, your obt. servant,
T. J. JACKSON,
It has not been three months since I left home. I can hardly
realize that it has been so long, the time has passed so rapidly.
During this period I have had the pleasure of participating in
what history will record as the most astonishing expeditions of
the war, for the severity of the battles fought and the hardships
endured by our soldiers. And now it seems like settling down to
idleness. The last week was one of quiet and stagnation like the
week before. I have not been in a saddle now for two weeks,
and have not been half a mile from my camp since we came to
our present encampment. Yet I have been kept so busy that the
time passed fast enough. I have had general charge of the orders
and correspondence, which has given me full employment. We
may have some more activity this fall, but I am inclined to think
the campaign is over. It is too late now for either side to think of
accomplishing much before winter sets in. Our army is in
splendid condition. It has been rapidly increasing during the last
three weeks by conscripts and convalescents who have been
coming in. If the enemy cross the Potomac to begin the
offensive, we shall, I think, have another great battle near this
place, and I feel sure that it will be a splendid victory for us. Our
victories, though, seem to settle nothing; to bring us no nearer
the end of the war. It is only so many killed and wounded,
leaving the work of blood to go on with renewed vigor. Like
everything else, it must have an end sooner or later.
And now, darling, I will take leave of you, hoping you may
have a good time getting through with your complicated troubles
on the farm. No doubt you think I devote little of my time to
thinking about them. True, because my work here occupies my
whole time except Sunday, when, by Gen. Lee's order, we are
to remain idle unless necessity compels the work. Kiss our dear
little boys for me, and remind them of their absent papa. How I
wish I
could see you all for a little while! But I must not think of it until
Christmas.
I have spent a busy Sunday, superintending the destruction of
the railroad here, and will spend what little remains of the day in
writing you a short note. It is a bad chance for a letter, as I write
on my pocket-book resting on my knee. I received your letter
of the 9th ult., and was glad to hear from you. I felt to-day as
though I were at my old trade -- destroying the railroad --
which I was at eighteen months ago. Last week we thought
there was a chance for another battle, as it was reported the
enemy was advancing. But it turned out to be only a scouting
party. With that exception, we have had a very quiet time.
This is a dreary, rainy Sunday; every one idle and at a loss for
employment. We came down on yesterday to tear up the
railroad; the job is about finished, I think, and we would leave
now but for the rain. We will return to Bunker Hill, I suppose,
to-morrow. It really seems as if the winter would come before we
had any further active work. I care but little whether we have
any or not, and feel ready for it, whatever it may be. Some
indulge a hope that it will be over this winter. I do not know.
Our duty is to prepare for a most vigorous prosecution of the
war next spring, and be prepared for the worst that may come.
We are in the hands of a just God, who will give us peace when
we deserve it. I heartily wish, Love, that I was at home with
you. No honor or promotion could tempt me to stay here if my
duty and my self-respect did not make it imperative. My
manhood is involved in a faithful and fearless sticking to the job
until it is finished,
or it finishes me, as it has done many good men. With such a
future before me, dark and uncertain enough, I am sure, I try to
do whatever is required of me well and cheerfully. I have much
reason to be gratified at the many evidences of good opinion
which I have received from Genl. Jackson and all under whom I
have served. I trust I may be able to get a short furlough to visit
home this winter, and I look forward to it with much pleasure.
The first freezing, snowy weather we have to stop all active
work, I shall make an effort to spend a few weeks with you.
I have just returned from a ride down to the camp of my old
comrades, with whom I have spent a very pleasant day. The old
tent in which I quartered last spring and winter looked very
natural, but the appearance of the regiment was very much
changed. But few of the officers who were with me are in it now.
In my old company I found many familiar faces in those who
went with me to Harper's Ferry last spring a year ago. We then
hoped a few months would end the war and we would all be at
home again. Sadly we were disappointed. Many of our
comrades have gone to their long home, and many more
disabled for life. And now when we look to the future we seem,
if anything, farther from the end of our troubles than when they
began. Many of us are destined yet to share the fate of our dead
and wounded comrades, a few perhaps survive the war, enjoy
its glorious fruits, and spend what remains of life with those we
love. We all hope to be thus blessed; but for my part I feel that
my place must be filled and my duty done, if it cost me my life
and bring sorrow to the dear wife and little ones who now watch
my path with so much anxiety and pray so fervently for my safe
deliverance. The sentiment which I try to hold and cherish is
God's will and my duty to be
done, whatever the future may have in store for me. I am glad to
feel, darling, that although I have been writing to you for nearly
eighteen months, and this has been the substitute for our once
fond intercourse, I feel when I write now that I miss you none
the less than I did when this cruel war first placed the barrier of
separation between us. I hope as fondly as ever that the day
may soon come when we will live in peace and quiet together.
Eight years ago to-day, Love, we began our married life, very
happy and full of hope for the future. Thus far it has been made
of sunshine and shadow, joy and sorrow, strangely intermingled.
The darker shade of life has for a long time predominated; may
we not hope for a change of fortune ere long?
The day before yesterday we had a snow, and the weather is
now quite cold. Winter seems to have set in, and it finds us sadly
prepared for it. A large number of our soldiers are entirely
barefooted, and very many without blankets. Living in the open
air, without tents and with a very small supply of axes to cut
wood for fires, there is much suffering. Those of our people who
are living at home in comfort have no conception of the
hardships which our soldiers are enduring. And I think they
manifest very little interest in it. They are disposed to get rich
from the troubles of the country, and exact from the Government
the highest prices for everything needed for the army. I trust the
Government will soon take the matter in hand, fix its own prices,
and take what it wants for the army. Everything here indicates
that we move to-morrow -- where, there is no telling. But I trust
we may soon find ourselves settled for the winter. If active
operations were suspended for the winter, our men could soon
build huts and make themselves comfortable. If, however, we
have active operations, the sufferings of our men must be
intense.
So you growl about Sunday letters. They are written on that
day because all work in the army is suspended on that day and I
always have leisure then. They are not interesting, you say. I am
sorry for it. It is because I have but little to write about that
would interest you. They always tell you I am alive and doing
well. Is n't that always interesting intelligence?
You never mentioned in your letter which company White
Williamson is in. Let me know and I will go to see him. Give my
love to Martha, and tell her I say she has good quarters in
Lexington and she had better stay there. Our army is a moving
concern, and there is no telling where it will be a month hence.
Possibly we may be here, quite as likely at Richmond.
You speak of the army as my idol, but you never were more
mistaken. I had a good deal rather live in a house than a tent,
though I can bear the change, as there is no helping it. I had a
good deal rather be with you and the children than with my idol,
the army, your opinion to the contrary notwithstanding. And
now, Growler, good-bye.
P. S. Since that was written, I have received an order
conferring upon me the title of Brigadier-General and assigning
me to the command of Jackson's old brigade. I made no
application for it, and if I had consulted my own inclination
should have been disposed to remain in my present position.
I LEFT Gen. Jackson on yesterday for my new position with much
reluctance. I had with him a very pleasant situation, with work
enough to keep me employed, and the society of companions I
liked. I go where there is much thankless work to be done and
much responsibility to be incurred. I am free to admit that I don't
like the change. Yet there is no help for it. I must go, although I
have changed quarters before in a happier state of mind, and
with a more cheerful and refreshing prospect before me. Thirty-five
hundred of my countrymen are placed under my command.
If my duty be done to the best of my ability, it will not, I fear, be
with such result as to give entire satisfaction. Yet if suffering or
disaster spring from any act of mine, loud and deep will be the
curses heaped upon my name.
How I wish that I was at home again with those who love me!
It is the wish of many thousands around me who have left
homes loved as well as mine. God grant it may soon be realized!
But we must stay just where we are and do just what we are
ordered to do. There is no use in having will or wish in the
matter, for there is nothing we can do to accomplish it. We must
wait in patience for the event when the war shall end, and those
of us who survive will be at liberty to return again to our old
associations and pursuits. Soon we shall have winter, and it will
bring with it, I fear, much suffering to our troops, and to many, I
fear, a still keener pang in the letter from home telling that wife
and child that never knew want before are suffering from hunger
and cold.
If ever a people on earth had cause upon bended knees to pray
God to spare a further infliction of this terrible curse, it is ours.
We have suffered much, yet the future seems to hold for us an
inexhaustible store of suffering -- the bloodshed of the battle, the
diseases which the camp and exposure engender, and the want of
food and clothing produced by laying waste the country. It seems
dark enough.
HEAD QRS. PAXTON'S BRIGADE, JACKSON'S DIVISION,
2ND CORPS,
The Brigadier commanding, assuming the position, embraces the
opportunity to express his appreciation of the honor received in
being assigned to a brigade which, by its valor, in the first conflict
with the enemy won for its General a name which his virtues and
the achievements of his troops have made immortal. Under the
lead of Jackson, Garnet and Grigsby, who with you had shared
and survived the perils of battle, under Winder and Baylor, who
have fallen in front of your lines and are now mourned among
your gallant dead, you have gathered laurels which he trusts may
not hereafter be suffered to wither upon your standards.
He hopes to merit your good opinion by his efforts to provide
for your comforts and promote your efficiency, and by his
participation with you in all the dangers and all the hardships of
the service.
He expects that such example as he may set, of attention to
duty and obedience to orders, will be followed by the officers and
men of his command.
(Signed) E. F. PAXTON., (Signed) E. WILLIS,
We have reached what I suppose to be our destination after
eleven days' march, stopping but once on the route. The roads
were good; the troops were in good spirits, and with moderate
marching reached here but little exhausted. I really don't know
what we came for, as everything here is in a most profound state
of quiet. The enemy are on the other side of the Rappahannock,
showing but little, if any, signs of an intention to cross.
I am getting used to my new position, and, whilst I prefer that
which I left, I can be contented here. I have no reason now to
complain of a want of employment, but feel that I have more than
I can do. I have found much that I would like to remedy, but have
not the means to do it. Our soldiers are not clothed or fed now as
they used to be. We are short of everything. I hope this winter
that much may be supplied, and next spring we may be able to
begin the campaign in fine condition.
We have bright, clear weather now, but it is the season when
we may expect it not to last. Soon we shall have snow, bad roads,
cold weather and the usual attendants of the season. I wish now
we had the order to prepare for it and build such cheap huts as
would shelter. Now very few of them have tents and many are
thinly clad; some are barefooted and a few without blankets. I
wish that I had the power to supply their wants, but I can do but
little. Have you made up your mind, Love, when the war will be
over? I am heartily sick and tired of it. If any one had told me,
when it began, that I should pass through two years of it and
reach the rank of Brigadier, with pay of $300 per month, it would
have been a flattering prospect; but I feel now as if no rank or
pay could induce me to be a soldier -- nothing but necessity and a
feeling that I am not a true man if I leave our cause for the
comforts of home? I sometimes have been severely tempted to
follow the example which many whom I
thought good men have set in staying at home. But other and
better impulses have controlled my conduct. When we were
separated in times past, I could feel with some certainty that we
should soon be together again. Not so now. When will it be, if
ever? This is the question shrouded in impenetrable gloom. I
would like to see through it. I would like to know when I should
be at home again to spend my life with loved wife and children.
God in his mercy grant that hope so fondly cherished may some
day be realized! It may never be. Yet it is a fond hope which I
cherish while life lasts.
We have a quiet Sunday to-day. Everything in camp stopped
except the axes, which run all night and all day, Sunday included.
With the soldiers it is, "Keep the axes going or freeze." They are
the substitutes for tents, blankets, shoes, and everything once
regarded as necessary for comfort. The misfortune is that even
axes are scarce; the army is short of everything, and I fear soon
to be destitute of everything. Yet the men are cheerful and seem
to be contented. It seems strange, but, thanks to God for changing
their natures, they bear in patience now what they once would
have regarded as beyond human endurance. Whilst I write, I
expect you are sitting in our pew at church, my place by your side
filled by little Matthew, -- bless the dear boy! -- listening to a
sermon from Parson White on covetousness, avarice and such
kindred inventions of Satan. I wish him success, but I fear he will
hardly be able to convince -- that leather can be too high, or that
it is not the will of God for poor soldiers to go barefooted. God
seems to have consigned one-half of our people to death at the
hands of the enemy, and the other half to affluence and wealth
realized by preying upon the necessities of those who are thus
sacrificed. The extortioners at home are our worst enemies.
If our soldiers had their sympathies, their assistance in providing
the necessary means of sustaining the army, they might bear the
hardships and do the work before them, feeling that it was a
common undertaking for the benefit of us all and sustained by us
all. But it seems like a revolution to make those rich who stay at
home, and those poor who do their duty in the army.
I begin to like my new position. It occupies my whole mind and
time. I begin to feel that my highest ambition is to make my
brigade the best in the army, to merit and enjoy the affection of
my men. I trust that both may be realized. When I came to it I
knew that my appointment was unwelcome to some of the
officers, but I have received nothing but kindness and respect
from all. They all knew me, and knew that what I said would
have to be done. I have had much better success thus far than I
anticipated. We made a long march from Winchester -- the longest
the brigade has ever made without stopping. Usually on such
marches the men fall behind, leave the road to get provisions at
the farm-houses, etc. But on this march I came very near
stopping such practices. Out of the five last days of the march, on
three of them every man was present when we reached the camp
in the evening; on the other two days but one was missing each
day. I am sure that no other brigade in the army can show any
such record. During this winter I shall spend my time in trying to
make them comfortable and happy, in teaching them all the duties
of soldiers, and in instilling into them the habit of obeying orders. I
hope to gather in all absentees, and when the winter is over to
turn out at least 2500 men for duty. So, you see, Love, I have laid
out my work for the winter; and you, so far, as I have said, are to
take no part of my care. I think I shall be able to devote a week
to you at home. I wish that week were here now, but I can't ask
for it now. I must wait till the snow is deeper, the air colder. Then,
I think, I will be allowed a short absence.
I wrote to you some days since, informing you that I had passed
through the battle at Fredericksburg without damage. The loss in
my brigade was seventy-six. We reached the battle-ground on
Friday morning, the 12th inst., when everything indicated that we
should have a battle that day. We took first one position and then
another, all the while expecting the fight to open; but the day
passed off quietly, excepting some artillery firing, and some
skirmishing. That night we slept in our places. The next morning all
was quiet as on the day before for a while, but then the artillery
and musketry became more rapid in firing, and continued to
increase until for more than a mile along the line there seemed a
continuous roar of musketry. We were soon ordered forward, and
then I made sure we should be in the battle; but when we reached
the position occupied by our second line, we were halted, and
there one of my regiments became engaged with a body of the
enemy which had advanced within our lines. It lasted a very little
while, however. The enemy were driven back along our whole
line, and not renewing it, the battle closed. That night we slept on
the field, among the dead and wounded. The next morning we
occupied our first line. We supposed, of course, that the battle
would be renewed, but the day passed off quietly the next day it
was the same case, and the next morning it was found that the
enemy had left the field and crossed over the river. We then
moved down to our present camp some fifteen miles below
Fredericksburg. I hear nothing from the enemy. Their pickets are
on the other side of the river, and ours are on this. When do you
think we will have another battle? Where will it be? Such
questions puzzle the minds of a great many people, and yours too, I
doubt not. It may be to-morrow; it may not be for months. I hope
the Yankees, having practice enough for the year, will conclude to
go into winter quarters and
let us do the same. Next week will be Christmas, and I hope a
happy one to the loved wife and children of my own home. To
many, in summing up and looking over their bereavements for the
year, it will be sad enough. We have been more blessed, and
should feel grateful for it. To the future I look, not in gloom and
despondency, but with the calmness and composure of one who
feels that his own destiny in a sea of troubles like this is not in any
way under his control. The cloud will pass away when God in his
righteous judgment wills it, and it becomes us all to bear it in
patience. May the prayers which ascend to heaven from so many
supplicants, with such earnestness and fervor as they never knew
before, soon be answered. They will be when we deserve it.
HEAD QRS. PAXTON'S BRIGADE,
Regimental commanders will institute a close examination of the
conduct of officers and men in the late battle. They will see that
merited censure and punishment falls upon delinquencies; that
fidelity and gallantry are rewarded with praise and promotion. If
any remained behind in camp or fell to the rear without proper
leave upon the march, which seemed to all to lead to the field of
battle, or when brought to the enemy sought safety in flight, their
officers will see that they are arrested and the proper steps taken
for their punishment.
Your line, as it moved after long hours of weary suspense to
the support of your comrades in front, exhibiting the spirit and
determination of soldiers resolved to conquer or die, was
witnessed by your brigade commander with a feeling of pride and
gratification such as he had never known before. Such a result
can never be achieved
by men who harass themselves with alternating hope of safety
and fear of danger; it is the work only of the soldier who
habituates himself to the idea that he must stand to his colors so
long as he has a cartridge or a bayonet to defend him; and if he
fails in this he deserves to be despised and cast off even by the
women and children of his own home. He who moves under such
a resolution must of necessity do his duty, win the applause, and a
still nobler reward in the conviction which it causes to his own
heart that he is what the meanest feels he would like to be -- a true
man and a true soldier.
He who proves recreant to his country and his cause at such a
time merits the just sentence of military law -- to die under the
colors he disgraced and by the muskets of
the gallant comrades he deserted.
(Signed) E. F. PAXTON, Official. The following extracts were taken from the official records of
the Union and Confederate Armies, Series I, Vol. XXI, -
Fredericksburg:
HDQRS. PAXTON'S BRIGADE, JACKSON'S DIVISION, Captain: In pursuance of the order from division commander to
report the participation of my brigade in the battle near
Fredericksburg, I have the honor to state that my brigade,
consisting of Second, Fourth, Fifth, Twenty-seventh, and
Thirty-third Virginia Regiments and Joseph Carpenter's battery,
numbering in all about 123 officers
and 1100 men, marched from its encampment, near Guiney's
Depot, on Friday morning, the 12th inst., at daybreak. After
reaching the battle-field and making frequent changes of position,
when the engagement commenced my brigade occupied a
position near the crest of the hill some four hundred yards in the
rear of General Gregg's brigade of A. P. Hill's division, my right
resting on the left of Ewell's division. My orders were to support
General Gregg, and be governed in my actions by his movements.
Upon a report from my orderly, Mr. F. C. Cox, whom I had sent
forward to obtain information, that Gregg's battery was moving, I
ordered my brigade to the front in line of battle. About the time of
reaching General Gregg's position, the Second Virginia Regiment,
occupying the right of my line, came in view of the enemy, and
under the order of Capt. J. Q. A. Nadenbusch, commanding the
regiment, filed obliquely to the right and rear, but scarcely
effected its change of position when it was fired upon by the
enemy. Expecting, from the indications, that my troops would be
engaged in this position, I proceeded to bring forward the Fifth
and Fourth Regiments at double-quick and post them upon the
right of the Second, and to put the Twenty-seventh and the
Thirty-third Regiments in position upon its left. These dispositions,
however, were not accomplished until the firing ceased, the
enemy having been gallantly repulsed by the Second Regiment.
Soon after I changed my position and occupied the military road.
While there I found that troops were falling back in disorder past
the right of my line, when I deemed it prudent to move some three
hundred yards to the right upon the road, to guard against an
advance of the enemy in that direction. Again I changed position
and occupied the line of the fence in front.
That night my brigade slept on their arms on the military road,
and the next morning, before daylight, in pursuance of an order
from the division commander, took
position on the railroad, my right resting opposite the position
which my left had occupied on the military road. Here the day
passed off quietly, with the exception of occasional firing between
the pickets.
Carpenter's battery was detached from my brigade on the 12th
inst. and was not under my orders during the engagement. A
report of its participation in the engagement by Lieutenant
(George) McKendree, commanding, is transmitted herewith.
I am much indebted to my regimental officers -- Captain
Nadenbusch and (R. T.) Colston, acting field officers of the
Second Virginia Regiment; Lieutenant-Colonel (R. D.) Gardner,
and Major (William) Terry, Fourth Virginia Regiment;
Lieutenant-Colonel (H. J.) Williams and Captain J. W. Newton,
Fifth Virginia Regiment; Lieutenant-Colonel (James K.) Edmondson
and Major (D. M.) Shriver, Twenty-seventh Virginia Regiment; and Colonel
(Edwin G.) Lee, Thirty-third Virginia Regiment -- for the exhibition
of great gallantry, skill and coolness in the discharge of their
duties.
Lieutenant-Colonel Gardner, after having passed unhurt and
distinguished for his gallantry through all the battles of the
campaign, -- Port Republic, Richmond, Cedar Mountain,
Manassas, and Sharpsburg, -- fell, at the head of his regiment,
severely, if not fatally, wounded.
To Adjt. C. S. Arnall, Fifth Virginia Regiment, acting as my
assistant adjutant-general, the highest praise is due for his gallant
and energetic discharge of the duties incident to the position.
To the rank and file of my command I am especially grateful
for the courage, fidelity and promptness exhibited in obeying my
orders. My brigade sustained a loss of killed, 4; wounded, 69;
missing, 1. Total, 74.
The reports of regimental and battery commanders, with list of
casualties, are transmitted herewith.
HEADQUARTERS JACKSON'S DIVISION,
Captain: In conformity with the order of Lieutenant-General
commanding, I have the honor to report the operations of this
division on the 13th and 14th instant, before Fredericksburg. On
the morning of the 12th... I posted Paxton's and Starke's
(Pendleton's) brigades in rear of Gregg's and Thomas' of Hill's
division, and held Taliaferro's and Jones' brigades in reserve....
Early on the morning of the 13th... General Paxton, finding that
our troops were giving back to the right of Gregg's brigade, and
the enemy advancing beyond the front line through a gap which
fronted a boggy wood supposed to be inaccessible to the enemy,
moved his brigade to the right and engaged with two of his
regiments the enemy, who had penetrated to the military road, but
who were retiring by the time he reached that point. He then
pushed forward to the front, and occupied for the rest of the day
the front line at that place.... I take pleasure in stating that officers
and men behaved admirably, displaying coolness and courage
under fire, and changing positions without any disorder or
confusion. I would particularly mention Brigadier-Generals Jones
and Paxton.... I enclose a list of killed and wounded, amounting to
190.
HEADQUARTERS EWELL'S DIVISION, Captain: I have the honor to submit the following report of the
operations of this division in the action of the 13th instant, near
Fredericksburg....
Seeing this brigade falling back, I halted it on the hill in the
woods immediately in the rear of the place at which it had first
met the enemy, and caused it to be reformed under the command
of Col. C. A. Evans of the Thirty-first Georgia Regiment; and
fearing that the enemy might follow through the same interval
with a fresh column, I sent to General D. H. Hill for
reënforcements, and he sent two brigades forward. Before,
however, they arrived, Brigadier-General (E. F.) Paxton of
General (W. B.) Taliaferro's division had filled the interval left
open by the falling back of this brigade by promptly moving his
own brigade into it.
I have not heard from you since the battle. Since then we have
had a quiet time and everything looks like rest for some time to
come. The men are fixing up their shanties for the winter. They
seem happy and contented. It is sad to look back on the year just
closed. We have suffered much; many good men have gone to
their long home. Our loss has been 1220 in killed and
wounded -- more men than we could turn out for a fight to-day. Out
of the fifteen field officers elected last spring, five have been
killed and six others wounded, leaving only four that have escaped
unhurt. In these losses are many whom we were always
accustomed to regard as our best men. I published to-day an
order naming our camp, which gives some facts of our history,
and I send you a copy of it.
How are the matters at home? In the excitement of active
work, I have too much to do to harass myself with idle dreams of
home; but now since we are at rest I cannot keep my mind from
it. I feel there is nothing which I would not give to be with you
for an hour or a day. I could have gone home and have spent a
couple of weeks when I received my appointment, before taking
command;
but I really thought the brigade was sadly in need of a
commander, and that it was my duty to stay. Now I am fixed and
must apply for leave just as any private in the ranks. I know it
would not improve my standing with my superior officers to ask
for a leave, but still I feel very much tempted to do it. If the snow
falls deep, and we have such severe weather as to preclude the
possibility of active work, my homesick malady may get the
better of me. I would like to see you, Matthew, Galla and the
baby. Have the children forgotten me? It seems so long since I
saw them.
Just here an officer calls who says he comes upon the
disagreeable duty of placing me in arrest by order of Gen.
Taliaferro, who regards a communication which I sent him to-day
as very disrespectful. Very good; there is a small chunk of a row
to be settled, which I shall do in that calm spirit which becomes
the man who means to vindicate himself and his conduct. He says
my communication was disrespectful. I say it was not, and cannot
possibly be so construed by any intelligent and disinterested
officer. I feel sure that I have done nothing at which my worst
enemy could find cause for complaint. An arrest for some causes
would be a serious affair, but in a matter such as this it is trifling
to me. The offence of Genl. Taliaferro, in abusing his power as
my superior officer, I think he will find, in the opinion of all
disinterested gentlemen, is a much graver offence than any I have
committed. I wish him no harm, however; and I shall do nothing
more in the matter than what I may think, after calm and mature
reflection, ought to be done. Do not give yourself any anxiety
about it, as there is nothing in it to involve either my character as
an officer or a gentleman. The difficulty arose about a sealed
communication from St. Pritchard, Judge-Advocate of the court
martial in session in my brigade, which was addressed to Gen.
Chilton, Adjutant to Genl. Lee, and sent by me to Genl. Taliaferro
to be forwarded to its destination. It was returned to me,
opened, with an endorsement that it did not comply with the army
regulations as to endorsing and forwarding it. I replied that as St.
Pritchard was on detached service, I did not think his
communication to Genl. Lee was in any way under my control or
that of Genl. Taliaferro, and that as he had taken the liberty of
breaking the seal and returning the paper, it would be sent to its
destination through some other channel. Perhaps he differs with
me upon the point, and thinks I meant to be offensive. So much
for this piece of news. Now, darling, I will bid you good-night.
HEADQUARTERS PAXTON'S BRIGADE,
In memory of the gallant officer who led the brigade at the battles
of Winchester, Port Republic and Richmond, and whose valuable
life was lost at Cedar Mountain, the present encampment is called
Camp Winder. In the losses of the year just closed, twelve
hundred and twenty killed and wounded, you have much to
mourn. The eye moistens with an unbidden tear to find that many
of the officers whom your free choice had appointed to lead you,
of the messmates and comrades you loved, are missing now. On
Richmond, Manassas, or on some other field of carnage, they
have met a soldier's fate and found a soldier's grave. In its
achievements you have much cause for pride. You have marched
fifteen hundred miles, encountering the snows and ice of winter in
the mountains of Morgan and Hampshire; the heat and miasma of
summer in the swamps of Henrico and Hanover. You have met
the enemy in nine severe battles, and in all, save one, God has
blessed your arms with victory. You have the proud satisfaction
of knowing that you have participated in the campaign which has
given your country a brilliant name
in history, and that you have contributed with your blood to its
success. To-day you begin another year in the service of your
country, and in the achievement of its independence. God speed
you in your glorious work! You begin the campaign with but
twelve hundred muskets -- a small number, it is true, but borne by
men inured alike to the dangers and the hardships of the service,
who will make up in hardy courage what they lack in numbers.
Imitate the valor of Winder, Allen, Baylor and Neff, and you have
a brilliant future before you.
(Signed) E. F. PAXTON,
Brig.-Genl. Official. FRIEND C. COX, A. D. C. We returned yesterday from a week's tour of duty on picket, and
the men are now camping in their old camp. We had very good
weather, with the exception of one day's rain; and it was cloudy
and seemed every day as if bad weather was coming upon us.
Whilst there I got an order to cook one day's rations and be
prepared to move at any time. But several days have elapsed and
no order yet to move. I think it is very improbable that such an
order will come before spring. The Yankees, I doubt not, are
having a quiet time in winter quarters, and, I think, have seen
enough of us to last them until spring. Appearances indicate an
engagement in North Carolina. It is probable they will make an
effort to take possession of the railroad and of Wilmington. If so,
we will have, I doubt not, a severe battle there. I expect, too, we
shall hear of another attack on Vicksburg before long. So far as
we are concerned here, I feel, perhaps, too confident. We have
whipped the army in front of us very often, and I feel sure that we
can do it any time. We repulsed their attack at Sharpsburg, where,
I am sure, we did not have more than half of our present
strength. I do not think their army can ever be increased, but the
symptoms of dissatisfaction at the North must tend largely to
diminish it. Our independence was secured in the last campaign
when we proved our capacity to beat the finest army they could
bring in the field. The war may be protracted, there is no telling
how long; but we have shown our capacity to beat them, and we
are better able to do it now than ever before. But many of us may
never live to see the end; it may last long enough to see the end of
more of us than will be blessed in living to see the end of it. If it
be God's will that my life shall be lost in it, I feel that I should
await my fate contented, if not with cheerful satisfaction. The
next world we must all see sooner or later, and in this business
one must make up his mind to look upon the change with
composure. Every sense of fear and alarm must be controlled in
such a way that he may act free from the influence in the midst
of dangers which at other times would have made him shudder. It
is well that we cannot know to-day the events of to-morrow; that
upon the eve of our pain and death we may be made happy by the
anticipation of pleasure which we are destined never to enjoy. So,
darling, I live upon the hope that this war may some day end, that
I may survive it, and that you and I may spend many a happy day
together. God grant that it may be so!
I had hoped to have gotten home this winter, but I think there is
no chance of it. My only hope for a furlough is to get shot or get
sick. This is the misfortune of my promotion. Before I could go
and come when I pleased, but now I am fixed while the war lasts.
Now, Love, I will bid you good-bye. Write often.
I spent yesterday in bed, and feel to-day like getting back into it.
Whilst I have not lost any time from sickness since I last left
home, I have been often unwell and
compelled to lie in bed for a day or two. A few days' quiet
generally relieves me, but exposure and irregular living generally
bring it on again. I never was better than when I came to the
army last summer; but about the time of the battle of Cedar
Mountain it began, and has continued, making me often hardly fit
for duty. It is in some measure owing to a want of vegetables and
fruit, and to bad bread. The next opportunity I have, I will send to
Richmond and get a stock of crackers, dried peaches, etc.
We have occasionally had an alarm, but generally everything
has been quiet. Yesterday morning we had an order to send our
extra baggage to the rear, but it arose, I believe, from the
accidental bursting of a shell in Fredericksburg, which set the
armies on both sides to beating the long roll. My brigade has been
rapidly increasing in the last month by the return of sick and
absentees. I hope by spring to bring it up to 2200 present, and to
have it in a high state of efficiency. Then I expect some good
service from it.
You say you have forty-eight barrels of flour at the lumber-house.
After saving for your own use what you want, get Wm.
White to send off the balance and sell it. Have the balance of the
wheat ground, so that you may get the offal, and send off the
flour. I wrote you in my last letter a good deal about the farm.
Let me hear in your next letter all about them. I have but little
time now to think of them, and trust it all to you. If my work here
is well done, it will occupy my whole time. I should like to fill my
place here, so as to leave it with some credit to myself. To do this
will leave me but little time for matters on the farm. So you must
be housekeeper, overseer, man of all business, and everything.
You may as well learn now, and if you will devote your mind to it
you will have no trouble. With such assistance as you can get
from Matt and your father, you will be able to get along very
well.
When I was lying in bed I half wished that I might get sick, so
that I might get home for a little while; but I think my disease is
destined to take an unfavorable turn so as to deprive me of that
pleasure and keep me in camp.
Give my love to little Matthew and Galla, and tell them I say
they must be good boys and do everything you tell them. How I
wish that I could be with you again! I hope the day may not be
far distant. This hope is the last thing with which I wish to part.
Now, darling, good-bye. Write often.
P.S. After closing and sealing up my letter, I break it open to
say that I received yours of the 17th inst. It is sad, Love; but still I
am glad to know that I am prized at home even by the baby. God
bless him, and -- a more fervent prayer still -- may he teach me my
duty! Just here the Chaplain comes to say that the two of my
poor soldiers condemned to die desire that their remains may be
sent home, and my answer was that all in my power should be
done to further their wishes. How I wish that I had some place
where less responsibility was thrown upon me! May God give me
strength to meet it in the spirit of mercy and justice. How sad it is
to think of the distress which this punishment must bring upon
others! It makes me shudder to think of such a fate being brought
upon the wife and children of my own household. I feel in no
humor, Love; I am too sad to write anything which would please
you. Again good-bye.
General Paxton's illness took the "favorable turn" which he
hoped for, and his condition became such that a brief leave of
absence became necessary, and he spent a few weeks with his
family.
I have been improving since I got back to camp, and now begin
to feel that I am quite well. I trust that it
may continue, for during the last six months I have suffered
much from the fact that I have seldom been very well.
Until this morning we had snow and rain continually since I
returned. This is a bright, clear morning with a strong wind, which
I think will soon dry the ground. As it is now, the roads are so
muddy that it is next to impossible to get provisions for our men or
feed for our horses. Since I reached camp I have been quite
busy. The day before yesterday I wrote eight pages of foolscap
paper, more than I have written in one day for the last two years.
I sometimes think if my health were good my eyes would give me
no trouble.
There is an impression that a large part of the force which was
in front of us has moved. If so, it indicates that we, too, before
many days may move, and that there will be no more fighting on
the Rappahannock. In three or four weeks we will have spring
weather, and then we may expect employment. Where we will be
in a month hence, God alone knows. Some of our troops have
already moved, but their destination is not known. It is a business
of strange uncertainties which we follow. For my part, I have
gotten used to it, -- used to it as an affliction with which despair
and necessity have made me contented. I used to look upon death
as an event incident only to old age and the infirmities of disease.
But in this business I have gotten used to it as an every-day
occurrence to strong and healthy men, some upon the battlefield
and others by the muskets of their comrades. Four of my brigade
have been sentenced to be shot -- three for desertion and one for
cowardice. It is a sad spectacle, and I sincerely wish that their
lives might have been spared. I trust that God in his mercy may
soon grant us a safe deliverance from this bloody business. Such
spectacles witnessed in the quiet of the camp are more shocking
than the scenes of carnage upon the battle-field. I am sick of such
horrors. If I am ever blessed with the
peace and quiet of home again, oppression and wrong must be
severe, indeed, if I am not in favor of submission rather than
another appeal to arms. I came away from home without your
miniature; send it to me.
Your very welcome letter of Feby. 23 reached me day before
yesterday, and I am very happy to hear that you are all well at
home. Very happy, too, my dear wife, to know that I am missed,
and, that even little Frank remembers me, if no other way than
associated with the candy which coaxed him into my lap. You
have had bad weather for farm work, and we have had as bad for
our comfort. But it must come to an end. The war may last, but
winter cannot. We will soon have weather when you farmers
can get to ploughing and we soldiers to fighting.
Since writing this much of my letter, I have been to church. We
have a chapel built of logs, not so comfortable as some churches I
have seen, but still much better than the open air in winter
weather. I was much pleased with the appearance of my men.
They look clean and comfortably dressed, and were attentive to
the sermon. We have, it is true, many bad men in the army; but,
as a whole, I would not expect to find better men in any
community than I have in my brigade. I never saw them in better
health or spirits; and, what is so gratifying to me, Love, they give
me every evidence of their affection and good-will. Winning this, I
feel, is the proudest and happiest achievement of my life. May
God give me strength, in sharing their danger and providing for
their comfort, to merit it.
To-day I went to our chapel to hear Dr. Hoge, who preached a
very fine sermon, Genl. Jackson being one of the audience. We
have preaching in the chapel twice on
Sunday, and, I think, pretty much every night. It looks odd to see
a church full of people, and all of them men. It would be really
refreshing to see a woman among them, to give the audience the
appearance of civilization. But the women and children who
adorn our churches at home are missing here. Well they may be!
I am glad, at least, that mine are not here to share the miseries of
this business with me.
During the past week it has been a blow or rain, a hurricane or
a shower, all the time. The wind seems to dry up the ground,
taking the water up somewhere, and it is no sooner up than down
it comes again.
In army matters we have the most profound quiet. It has been
so long since I have heard a musket or a cannon that I have
almost forgotten how it sounds. I suppose, however, in the course
of a month we will have something to refresh our memories and
revive old scenes. Yes, we will have the long roll to warn the
men that another battle is imminent; then the solemn march to the
scene of the conflict, each pondering upon the misty future; then
we are halted and our line of skirmishers thrown to the front; then
we have the occasional shots, which gradually thicken and extend
until there is one continual roar of musketry and artillery; and,
perhaps, to close the scene, we lie down exhausted to sleep upon
the field, among the dead and dying. You civil people at home all
look upon this as terrible. So it is, but we soldiers must get used to
it; each waiting in patience for his time to fall among those who
rise no more for the contest.
Give my love to Lou [his wife's sister] and say to her that Mr.
Newman's regiment is now at Fredericksburg; that I will send up
to him and let him know to-morrow that his box is at the depot;
and that I will write to an officer from my brigade who is on duty
at the depot to take charge of it until he sends for it. I was very
sorry, indeed, that I was not able to bring the other box with me.
I have had more to do of late than usual, and have
sometimes spent four or five hours at my writing-desk, -- not,
however, without some pain in my eyes when I quit work. I am
able to keep pretty well when I live on rice and bread, but if I eat
a hearty meal it puts me out of order again. I hope by care to
keep fit for duty, but do not expect to get right well until I get a
better diet and am able to lead a more regular life. I heartily wish
that I were right well. It gives me much anxiety lest, when my
services are most needed, I shall prove unfit for duty and be
compelled to leave my brigade in charge of some one else.
I will devote a part of this quiet Sunday evening to a letter home.
Our camp looks to-day like it was Sunday. We stop our usual
work when Sunday comes, and, like Christian people, devote it to
rest. To-day I attended our church and listened to a very earnest
and impressive sermon from one of our chaplains. He is one of
the best men and best chaplains I ever knew. He devotes his
whole time to his duties, and remains all the time with his
regiment, sharing their wants and privations. I am sorry to say we
have few such in the army. Many of them are frequently away,
whilst others stay at houses in the neighborhood of the camp,
coming occasionally to their regiments.
To-day I had a visit from the father and mother of a poor
fellow who has been tried by a court martial for cowardice. She
was in great distress, and said it would be bad enough to have her
boy shot by the enemy, but she did not think she could survive his
being shot by our own men. I gave her what comfort I could,
telling her his sentence had not been published and there was no
means of knowing that he was sentenced to be shot; that if it
turned out to be so when the sentence was published, she could
petition the President for his pardon; that he
was a good man and would pardon her son if it was not an
aggravated case. I pitied her, she seemed so much distressed. I
heartily wish this sad part of my duties were over. I have about
twenty of my men in close confinement, whose sentences have
not been published, many of whom are condemned to death. It is
for Gen'l Lee to determine what shall be done with them.
Whilst I write the sleet and hail are falling fast, accompanied by
frequent claps of thunder, cold and chilly withal. Winter, it seems,
will never end. Last week it was all the while a severe wind and
freezing cold. I really don't care much now how long it lasts. I do
not wish to move from here until spring is fairly opened. My men
are comfortably fixed here, and when we move the huts must be
left behind, and, besides this, most of the blankets sent off, as we
have no wagons to haul them. My men, I fear, when we move
will have to get along with such clothing and blankets as they can
carry. Many of our horses have died this winter for want of
forage, and those that remain are much reduced in flesh and
strength.
I have received your miniature, reminding me of times when
you and I were young; of happy hours spent, a long time ago,
when I used to frequent your parlor in the hope that you might be
what you now are, my darling wife. Then the present was
overflowing with happiness, the future bright and beautiful. We
have seen much of each other, much of life, its joys and sorrows,
since then. By the grave of our first child we have known
together the deep sorrow of parting with those we love forever.
In this long absence of two years, we have felt the sadness of a
separation with such chance of its being forever as we did not
dream of when we began life together. May God in his mercy
soon bring us together in our dear home, never to separate again,
to spend what of life is left to us in peace and happiness. Good-bye.
I am grateful to you for the tender interest in my health
manifested in your last letter, received some days since. For the
last week I have felt better than I have before this winter. I have
gotten a half-bushel of dried peaches from Richmond, and, living
upon these for the most part, I have improved very much. I am so
much pleased with the medicine that I think I shall send to
Richmond and get another bushel. So, I think, you may give up
your idea of a furlough.
It commenced snowing again on Thursday evening, and
snowed or rained all day Friday and Saturday. To-day the sun is
shining brightly, the birds chirping, and some signs of spring again.
I hope now we may have good weather, and that you may be
able to make some speed with your farm work.
I had an unexpected visitor at my tent yesterday evening --
Mr. Junkin of Falling Spring Church. I divided my bed with him,
and did what I could to make him comfortable. He has special
claims upon my hospitality as the pastor of my old church. It is
associated in my mind with many loved friends who have now
gone to their long homes, and from it I derived my earliest
impressions of the church and the pastor. Twenty long years have
passed since I used to go there to church. I have grown that
much older, but I fear not much wiser or better. I remember and
reverence the teachings of my venerable pastor, but have not
made them the guide of my life as I ought to have done.
I laid aside my pencil and paper just here to go over and hear a
sermon from Mr. Junkin. It was impressive and eloquent. When
he alluded to our missing comrades of the past campaign, there
was a solemn stillness, and many eyes moistened with tears. It is
sad, indeed, to think now how many good men we have lost.
Those upon whom we all looked as distinguished for purity of
character as men, and for gallantry as soldiers, seem to have been
the first victims. I never saw an audience more attentive than our
soldiers are at church. The great mass of them are good men,
who have not lost in the army the habits which they learned in
their churches at home. I like to see those whose lives may be
spared to return home without being contaminated with the vices
of the army.
You will have, in your troubles on the farm, much to try your
patience. My advice to you is to bear it all in good temper, to
know all that is going on; and by devoting your mind to it you will
find that you succeed much better than you anticipate. There is no
work so profitable in one's business as thinking about it. I have
always found that when I was interested in what I had on hand,
and thought much about it, that I found some good and easy plan
of accomplishing what I wanted to do. I have, as you know, short
as my life has been, followed all sorts of trades. I have been
lawyer, banker, farmer, soldier, etc., and any success which I
have met with I ascribe to the thinking which I have devoted to
the business. You, I doubt not, have found the same about your
housekeeping. Now apply this to the farm, and you will have an
easy time.
Whilst I value your love as the best treasure which I have on
earth, I would not have you harass yourself with a painful anxiety
about my fate. The thread by which I hold my life is brittle,
indeed, and may be severed any day. I have thought much of it,
and think that I feel content to accept whatever fate God's justice
and mercy has in store for me; and my prayer is that he will give
me such faith, repentance and conformity to the law of his holy
Gospel as is required of the sinner. I feel that I can say, "If it be
possible, let this cup pass from me;
but thy will be done." Sooner or later I must drink it, and if it be
God's will that it be now, I am content. Sooner or later I must die,
and, if prepared to die, my life can never be given to such a cause
as that in which it is now staked. I may survive the dangers before
me; many thousands will. If such be the will of God, I trust that his
law may be the guide in what remains for me of life. Sooner or
later, darling, the ties which bind me to you and the children of our
home must be severed forever. If I be the first to go, and the
charge devolve upon you, teach them, as the experience of their
father's life, that there is no honor on this earth save in the path
which God's Word points out for the humble and contrite
Christian. Outside of this there is no success in life, no wealth or
distinction which does not bring wretchedness as the reward for
the labor which it costs. Perhaps there may be many years of
happiness in store for us, dark and bloody as the future may seem.
May God in his mercy end the struggle!
Your letter of April 7th came to hand yesterday, bringing the
welcome intelligence of all well at home. I will spend part of this
quiet Sabbath in writing to you in answer to it. It is a very
pleasant and warm April day, -- so pleasant that our log church has
been abandoned and the chaplains had service in the open air. I
witnessed to-day what I never saw before: the sacrament
administered in the army. It was, indeed, a solemn and impressive
scene; a congregation composed entirely of men, standing around
in the circle of which the chaplain was the center, receiving the
bread and wine in renewal of their vows and fellowship as
Christians.
A number were admitted for the first time to the sacrament,
and received into the church. The whole assembly wore such an
air of seriousness and devotion as I have
seldom witnessed before. There was no excitement, but an
exhibition of earnest devotion in the discharge of the highest duty
on earth. Far away from wife, mother and sister, separated from
them perhaps forever in this world, they met, this mild April
Sabbath, in the open air, some of them for the first time, and
others to renew their sacramental vows of faith in Christ and
fresh exertion to deserve his mercy. Men like these, however
gloomy the future may be, look to it pleasantly and happily,
contented to receive whatever of good or ill God has in store for
them with the supplication, "Thy will be done!" Relying with
implicit faith upon his mercy, the future is stripped of its gloom
and becomes all bright, beautiful and happy. To such men death is
no enemy, but a messenger expected from God sooner or later,
and welcome as the quick path to a holier and happier life. With
such soldiers in our army and such men at home, we might bid
defiance to all the boasted numbers and strength of our enemies
and feel sure of victory. But it is sadly true that the mass of our
men here and at home are not of this type. Very many of our
officers and soldiers -- very many more, I think, of our people at
home -- have grown worse instead of better by the calamity which
has fallen upon us. It is strange that it should be so; strange that
adversity makes us no wiser and better; that our depravity grows
deeper and darker in proportion to the severity of affliction. How
little we know of the future! Last Sunday I thought another week
could not pass without more blood. The reasons which prevented
it during the winter -- the weather and the roads -- no longer exist.
We have for some days had good weather and good roads, and no
reason why the enemy should not advance, if so disposed. I place
but little confidence in my judgment as to what will happen; but I
have rather come to the conclusion that the enemy does not mean
to attack us here. There is nothing which seems to indicate an
advance. I am inclined to believe we have nearly as many men at
our command here as they have opposed to us, and I think it
likely they know it.
Their balloons go up every day, and from these they have a full
view of the location of all of our troops; I suppose we shall have
some activity after a while. If they do not move, we shall, I think.
Whenever the struggle comes, I feel sure of success -- that God will
bless us with another signal victory. We have a just cause and a
splendid army, and I trust that our next engagement may be
attended with such signal success that much will be accomplished
towards closing the war. I look to the future with much
confidence. Many of us must go down in the struggle, never to
rise again. Such may be my fate. Sometimes I try never to let my
hopes fix upon anything beyond the war, such is the uncertainty of
surviving it. Then I find myself happy in the dream and hope of the
time when it will all be over, and I shall be with you again, to
spend the rest of life in peace and quiet. God will that it may be
so! If not, I am content. Sooner or later we must separate in this
life, and it will be whenever God so wills it. Despondency and
despair under such circumstances is foolish and sinful. Far better
to be contented and complaisant, ready to do our duty and submit
in patience to our fate, whatever it may be.
And now, darling, good-bye. Give my love to Matthew and
Galla, and a kiss to little Frank. Write often, and believe me,
dearest, ever yours.
I received your welcome letter of the 15th inst. on Saturday. I am
very sorry to hear that Jack is still unfit for work, and that Phebe,
too, has taken sick. Bear it all in patience, and do the best you
can. I would be very glad, indeed, if you would hire another. Pay
almost any price rather than not get one. If you get behindhand
with the work, you will not soon get it up.
As to C., I can't be far wrong. He is not as bad as you think he
is; but even if he cheats me out of the whole crop, it would be
better than to leave it idle. Somebody, and certainly the country,
will get the benefit of the crop, if we do not. As to the pay for
grazing Mr. -'s cattle, you are right; say nothing to your father
about it. I would rather lose the price than have an unkind feeling
about it. I have a strong aversion to having any business
transactions with my kin, as they are so often the cause of ill
feeling.
I have been waiting for nearly a week for a fair day to change
my camp, and moved this morning, hoping to have sunshine for
one day at least to fix up. But I have been unfortunate. I had
hardly reached the new camp before the rain commenced, and my
men, I fear, being poorly provided with tents, have suffered much
from it. My old camp, I thought, from the accumulation of filth
during the winter, was the cause of an increase of sickness among
the men. I hope now, as we have a good supply of spring water
and clean ground, that the health of the men will be better. I have
hardly ever known the army so quiet as now. We had every
reason to believe that as soon as the spring opened the enemy
would advance and we should have a great battle, in which I
anticipated a splendid victory, but heavy loss. Three weeks of
spring have passed, and so far from an advance, there is every
indication that there will be none. So, too, all along the line. There
seems no disposition on the part of the enemy to hazard an
advance. How different the future now from this time last year!
Then the enemy were pressing at every point, and all was gloomy
for us. Now it is all bright and prosperous. If we wait for activity
here from the enemy, we will, I think, remain in this camp all
summer. The prospect is not so cheering when we look within our
lines. Christian people have forsaken the God of their fathers for
the sake of money, an idol worse than images of metal or stone.
The President's patriotic appeal, I see, is answered by the
committee of one county: "Hay, twenty cents per pound"; by that
of another: "Wheat, $6.50 per bushel." I do not believe there is
such a scarcity as to justify such figures, but the famine is of
Christian charity and public spirit. Men wish to grow rich upon the
miseries of their country, and there is no limit to their extortions.
All seem holding back what they have in the hope that a starving
army will raise the price of bread and meat still higher. God will
give us the blessing of independence and peacefully as soon as we
deserve it; and our prayer should be now not so much for victory
to our arms as for patriotism and charity to our people, wisdom
and integrity to our rulers. The depravity of mankind is alike the
great truth and the great wonder of the universe. These times
seem to develop it in a degree of monstrosity which we could
never have supposed it would obtain.
And now, darling, good-bye. Give my love to dear little
Matthew and Galla, and kiss little Frank. May God bless and take
care of you all!
We had a snow here on Saturday night which continued yesterday
morning and is now about gone. The roads
are now in pretty good condition, and if the enemy wish to
make the attack, there is, I think, no reason now for deferring
it on account of the roads. But, darling, there
is no telling when it will be. The future, ever a mystery,
is more mysterious now than ever before. Our destiny
is in the hands of God, infinite in his justice, goodness
and mercy; and I feel that in such time as he may appoint
he will give us the blessings of independence and peace.
We are a wicked people, and the chastisement which we
have suffered has not humbled and improved us as it
ought. We have a just cause, but we do not deserve
success if those who are here spend this time in blasphemy
and wickedness, and those who are at home devote their
energies to avarice and extortion. Fasting and prayer by such a
people is blasphemy, and, if answered at all, will be by an
infliction of God's wrath, not a dispensation of his mercy.
The future, as you say, darling, is dark enough. Though sound in
health and strength, I feel that life to many of us hangs upon a
slender thread. Whenever God wills it that mine pass from me, I
feel that I can say in calm resignation, "Into thy hands I commend
my spirit." In this feeling I am prepared to go forward in the
discharge of my duty, striving to make every act and thought of
my life conform to his law, and trusting with implicit faith in the
salvation, promised through Christ. How I wish that I were better
than I feel that I am; that when I close my eyes to-night I might
feel certain that every thought, act and feeling of to-morrow
would have its motive in love for God and its object in his glory!
Well, so it is. Why is it we cannot feel sure that the sins of the
past are never to be repeated? May God give me strength to be
what I ought to be -- to do what I ought to do! And now, darling,
good-bye. When we meet again, I hope you will have a better
husband -- that your prayer and mine may be answered.
May 3, 1863. THE enemy was dislodged from all his positions around
Chancellorsville and driven back towards the Rappahannock,
over which he is now retreating. We have to thank Almighty God
for a great victory. I regret to state that Gen'l Paxton was killed,
Gen'l Jackson severely and Gen'l Heath and D. H. Hill slightly wounded.
(Signed) R. E. LEE, May 4, 1863. Madam: As the senior officer of Gen'l Paxton's staff, and a
person with whom he was probably more intimate than with any
one in the brigade, I deem it my duty, although a painful one, to
notify you of the circumstances of his death. He fell yesterday
morning while bravely leading his brigade into action, and lived
only about an hour after receiving his wound. As soon as he was
struck he lifted his hand to his breast-pocket. In that pocket I
knew he kept his Bible and the picture of his wife, and his
thoughts were at that moment of heaven and his home. Beloved
and esteemed by officers and men, his loss is deeply mourned,
and the brigade mingle their tears with those of his family
relations.
I have for some time thought that the General expected
the first battle in which he led his brigade would be his last, and I
had observed, and am satisfied from various conversations with
him, that he was preparing his mind and soul for the occasion. It
is a consolation to know that while he nobly did his duty in the
field and camp without regard to personal consequences, he had
been convinced that there was a home beyond this earth where
the good would receive an eternal reward. For that home he had
richly prepared himself, and, I confidently hope, is there now.
Almost the last time I saw him, and just before the brigade moved
forward into the fight, he was sitting behind his line of troops, and,
amidst the din of artillery and the noise of shell bursting around
him, he was calmly reading his Bible and there preparing himself
like a Christian soldier for the contest.
Dr. Cox, A. D. C., has already departed with his body for home.
Hagerstown, Md., Feb. 18, 1893. Yours of the 14th is received to-day. I knew your father very
well. When he was on the staff of Gen'l Jackson, so was I; and
for a time, when he commanded the Stonewall Brigade, I was the
A. A. G. and A. I. G. of the brigade, in rank its senior staff
officer. My relations with him were very close -- indeed,
confidential.
I had observed, during the winter of 1862-63, a growing
seriousness on his part in every respect. There was nothing
morbid about it, but he was much given to religious thought and
conversation. He was a very regular reader of the Bible, and, I
think, often talked with Gen'l Jackson on the same subject. He
was thoroughly impressed with the conviction that he would die
early in the opening campaign, and was determined to prepare for
that fate.
In my letter to your mother, written the day after his
death, I merely alluded to certain conversations which I will now
explain more explicitly.
The night of the 2nd, Gen'l Paxton seemed -- as we in fact all
were -- very much depressed at the wounding of Gen'l Jackson.
Late that night, in the course of a conversation with me, your
father quietly but with evident conviction expressed his belief that
he would be killed the next day. He told me where in his office
desk certain papers were tied up and labelled in regard to his
business, and asked me to write to his wife immediately after his
death. I was young and not given to seriousness then; but I was
so impressed with his sadness and earnestness, and all the gloom
of the surroundings, that I did not leave him until after midnight.
The next morning we were astir very early. I found Gen'l
Paxton sitting near a fence, in rear of his line, with his back
against a tree, reading the Bible. He received me cheerfully. I had
been with him but a few minutes when the order came for his
brigade to move. He put the Bible in his breast-pocket, and
directing me to take the left of the brigade, he moved off to the
right of it. I never saw him again. I find, in looking at my brief
diary of that day, that he had been killed for some time before I
knew it, and that I was commanding the brigade by issuing orders
in his name long after his death. When I knew of it, I informed
Col. Funk, who immediately assumed command. I mentioned in
the letter to your mother that he lived an hour after his wounding.
Capt. Barton says this is an error, and it is probable he is correct.
I was not with Gen'l Paxton when he was shot, and I suppose
that what I stated in my letter was obtained from some one else.
Capt. Barton was with the General. I find this in my notes: "I
missed Gen'l Paxton and the rest of the staff ; but as I missed
part of the 2nd Regiment, I thought it and the General had
become temporarily separated from the rest of the Brigade." I
find in my notes of the 4th: "I wrote a letter
to Mrs. Paxton concerning the death of the General." This is
the letter a copy of which you sent me, and I am very glad to get
it.
Gen'l Paxton was a unique character. He was a man of intense
convictions and the courage of them. Kindhearted, he was often
brusque to rudeness. He was conscientious in the discharge of his
duties, and painstaking. He was of excellent judgment, slow and
sure, and yet fond of dash in others. He was esteemed by the
officers, beloved by the men, and respected by all. He was an
excellent officer, a faithful, brave and conscientious soldier. He
had a keen sense of humor, well restrained, and often laughed at
and condoned recklessness of which he did not approve. I think I
must have tried him often; but if so, he never let me know it. I
had his friendship, and in all his friendships he was staunch and
true.
P.S. I find this in the account of my interview with Gen'l
Jackson on Sunday evening, the 3rd: "He spoke feelingly of Gen'l
Paxton and Capt. Boswell, both dead, and his eyes filled with
tears as he mentioned their names. He asked me to tell him all
about the movements of the old brigade. When I described to him
its evolutions: how Gen'l Paxton was reading his Bible when the
order came to advance; how he was shortly afterwards mortally
wounded; how Gen'l Stuart led the brigade in person, shouting,
"Charge, and remember Jackson!" etc., etc., his eyes lighted up
with the fire of battle as he exclaimed, "It was just like them -- just
like them!"
Baltimore, Md., Sept. 14, 1885. My recollection is that in the summer or September of 1862, your
father, who up to that time had been a member of the staff of
Gen'l Jackson (Stonewall), was by that
officer appointed to the command of the Stonewall Brigade, -- Gen'l
Winder, its last commander, having been killed at Cedar Mountain.
I was a brevet second lieutenant in Co. K, 2nd Va. Infantry,
Stonewall Brigade, during the winter of 1862-1863 and your father
was at that time acting Brigadier-Gen'l. Early in 1863, upon the
recommendation of Mr. Henry K. Douglas, your father detailed
me to act as Assistant Adjutant-Gen'l of the brigade, and about
March or April, 1863, I left my company and went to his
headquarters. A little later the Confederate Congress confirmed
his appointment as Brigadier-General, and thereupon, although he
did not positively tell me that he wished me to remain with him
permanently, he suggested that I should supply myself with a
horse, which I took as a hopeful sign of my promotion.
My impressions are not clear, at this length of time, as to your
father's religious life during the period immediately preceding the
opening of the campaign of 1863, but I am sure he daily read his
Bible, and on Sunday went to the brigade's religious services, held
in a large, rude log house, in which I remember distinctly to have
seen Gen'l Jackson with great regularity.
On the afternoon of May 2, 1863, about three o'clock, Gen'l
Jackson's command completed the flank movement which placed
him in Hooker's rear. Your father's brigade brought up the rear of
the column, and as it emerged from the dense pine forest and
blinding dust upon the plank road leading from Orange C. H. to
Chancellorsville and Fredericksburg, Gen'l Jackson halted it,
allowed the rest of the column to go on, and for some moments,
seated on a fallen log back in the woods, engaged your father in
earnest conversation.
Gen'l Jackson then rejoined his column, your father formed his
brigade across the road, about evenly divided by the road, and
with his staff advanced down the road some few hundred yards.
After a while firing commenced
on the left, and one of us was despatched by your father to bring
up the brigade in line of battle, which was done, and by nightfall
we had resumed our position at the right of Gen'l Jackson's line.
The enemy had been completely surprised by the advance on our
left, had fled in great confusion, and our brigade had been very
slightly engaged.
We spent the early hours of that night on the roadside, or in
shifting positions. Finally, about one o'clock the next morning, we
got into the line of battle not far from the enemy. Our rest was
constantly broken by volleys of musketry, and we all knew that
daybreak would usher in an awful conflict. I was close to your
father all this time, as my duty required, and recall now with vivid
distinctness the fact that he was dressed in a handsome gray suit,
which had only a day or so before been received from Richmond,
having on its collar the insignia of a Brigadier-Gen'l. Perhaps the
wreath was not on the collar, only the stars, -- one of your
father's characteristics being aversion to display. By the very first
dawn of day, when with difficulty print could be read, your father
opened a Bible, -- a very thick, short volume, probably gilt-edged, -
read for some time, and as the sound of approaching conflict
increased, carefully replaced it in his left breast-pocket, over his
heart. In a few moments a staff officer from Gen'l Stuart, who
had succeeded Gen'l Jackson, hurried us to the right of the plank
road, and we were immediately engaged in a terrific battle. Our
brigade had faced the enemy and were slowly advancing, firing as
they advanced. I was within a foot or two of your father, on his
left, both of us on foot, and in the line of our men. Suddenly I
heard the unmistakable blow of a ball, my first thought being that
it had struck a tree near us, but in an instant your father reeled
and fell. He at once raised himself, with his arms extended, and
as I bent over him to lift him I understood him to say, "Tie up my
arm"; and then, as I thought, he died. Some of our men
carried him off, and after
a while, being severely wounded myself, I went back, passing his
body in an ambulance.
The following extracts are taken from the official records of
the Union and Confederate Armies, Series I, Vol. XXV, --
Chancellorsville:
This was a most critical moment. The troops in the breastworks,
belonging mainly (I believe) to General Pender's and General
McGowan's brigades, were almost without ammunition, and had
become mixed with each other and with the fragments of other
commands. They were huddled up close to the breastworks, six
and eight deep.
In the meantime, the enemy's line was steadily advancing on
our front and right, almost without opposition until I ordered the
troops in the breastworks to open fire upon them. At this moment
Paxton's brigade, having moved by the right flank across the road,
and then by the left flank in line of battle, advanced toward the
breastworks. Before reaching them, the gallant and lamented
General Paxton fell. The command devolved upon Colonel (J. H. S.)
Funk, Fifth Virginia Regiment. The brigade advanced steadily,
and the Second Brigade moved up at the same time. They opened
fire upon the enemy and drove them back in confusion....
I cannot, however, close this report without mentioning more
particularly, first, the names of some of the most prominent of the
gallant dead. Paxton, Garnett and Walker died heroically at the
head of their brigades.
I have the honor of submitting the following report of Paxton's
brigade in the late operations around Chancellorsville:
The brigade, under the command of Brig.-Gen. E. Frank
Paxton, composed of the Second, Fourth, Fifth, Twenty-seventh
and Thirty-third Virginia Infantry Regiments, left Camp Moss
Neck on the morning of April 28, marching to Hamilton's
crossing, where we bivouacked....
On the morning of May 3 (Sunday) we were aroused at
daylight by the firing of our skirmishers, who had thus early
engaged the enemy. At sunrise the engagement had become
general, and though not engaged, and occupying the second line,
the brigade suffered some loss from the terrific shelling to which
it was exposed.
At 7 A.M. we were ordered to move across the plank road by
the right flank about three hundred yards, and then by the left
flank until we reached a hastily constructed breastwork thrown
up by the enemy. At this point we found a large number of men
of whom fear had taken the most absolute possession. We
endeavored to persuade them to go forward, but all we could say
was of but little avail. As soon as the line was formed once more,
having been somewhat deranged by the interminable mass of
undergrowth in the woods through which we passed, we moved
forward. Here General Paxton fell while gallantly leading his
troops to victory and glory.
Many valuable officers and men were killed or wounded in the
faithful discharge of duty. Among the former,
Brigadier-General Paxton fell while leading his brigade with
conspicuous courage in the assault on the enemy's works at
Chancellorsville....
Near Richmond, May 12, 1863. In the tenderness and freshness of your grief, you may deem me
an intruder, though I come to sympathize with you. Esteem for
your husband while living, and regard for his memory now that he
is removed from earth, prompt me, a stranger, to send you this
letter.
I am a chaplain of his former command. An attack of typhoid
fever caused me to be removed from camp to a kindly roof in the
vicinity some six weeks ago; and from there I was rapidly hurried
off from a sick-bed to avoid capture just the day before my
admired General's death. Of course, therefore, I could not be with
him on that ill-fated day, and have nothing of his last words to
send you for comfort. I know, however, he died as a brave,
patriotic soldier, whose home and family are invaded and
humiliated by an enemy, would prefer to die, doing his duty for
their defence. With all this you have been made more fully
acquainted than I have, and therefore I leave it.
I can boast no claim to the special confidence of your husband.
What I tell you, you may have learned before from his own pen
or tongue. But I am assured that you will be much comforted to
learn that in every conversation with me for months past he has
given evidence of very serious reflection on the subject of
religion; and so great has been his zeal in encouraging chaplains in
the religious instruction of his troops, that I am induced to hope
that the blood of Christ had purchased his soul, and he is now
among the rejoicing saints in light.
During my illness he kindly came to see me twice, the last time
but a few days before the battle, and each time he introduced and
continued to speak on religious matters. He always proved
himself the chaplain's warm friend so long as he endeavored to
promote the spiritual interest of his regiment and proved faithful to
his ministerial office.
Now, madam, please accept the tender sympathies of a friend,
admirer and member of your lamented husband's former
command, although a stranger to you. May the great Comforter
administer to you all the consolation which Heaven bestows on
earth, and be so good a Guide and Light to your fatherless
children as to compensate for their great bereavement. My failing
strength bids me cease. With kind regards and tenderest
sympathies for you and your mourning household, I am your
sincere friend.
May 2nd, 1863. Hear to-day of a prospective battle in Culpepper;
everybody is anxious.
Monday, 4th.... Cannon was distinctly heard by many persons
yesterday; great anxiety prevails to hear the tidings; no mails
to-day; we hear the Federal army has torn up some miles of
railroad.
May 5th, 1863. To-day brings news of a terrible battle; no
particulars; only that General Frank Paxton is killed, Jackson and
A. P. Hill wounded. Of the mothers in this town, almost all of
them have sons in this battle; not one lays her head on her pillow
this night sure that her sons are not slain.
This suspense must be awful. Mrs. Estill has four sons there;
Mrs. Moore, two; Mrs. Graham, three; and so
on. Yet not a word of special news, except that a copy of
General Lee's telegram came, saying a decided victory, but at
great cost. God pity the tortured hearts that will pant through this
night! And the agony of the poor wife who has heard that her
husband is really killed! I was told to-night that a few weeks ago
General Paxton wrote to his wife, sending his will, with minute
directions in regard to his property; telling her he had made a
profession of religion; that he was expecting to be killed in the
next battle, and was resigned and willing to die.
THE life of the subject of this Memoir has been so well told, his
character so manifested, by his letters, that no word of comment
seems necessary. It is said that the thunder of the guns at
Chancellorsville was heard in Lexington; certainly it was known
that a battle was impending. When, therefore, the loving wife,
who had so long in loneliness awaited his coming, saw her mother
and her aged pastor drive to her door, she knew their errand and
fainted at the sight.
She survived him long enough to implant in the hearts of his
three sons a devotion to the memory of their scarcely
remembered father which has been to them through life an
inspiration. The growth of the man during the period in which
these letters were written is the striking feature of them. With
great natural courage and burning patriotism he went forth almost
joyfully to the conflict. With growing seriousness he passed
through the horrors of battle after battle, until we find him in that
winter camp in the Wilderness. There his heart was filled with
sadness unutterable as he saw about him all the miseries of war.
He had in many battles looked death in the face without fear, but
now it was death looking him in the face. His own soul-conflict
was upon him, and with his other struggles he was wrestling with
God. During the two years of service the youthful enthusiasm had
vanished, and in its place had come heroic determination. The
man who wrote those last letters would not have turned one hair's
breadth from the path of duty to have saved his life. In that
wilderness near Chancellorsville, on the night of May 2, 1863,
there came
to him his Gethsemane. To his trusted staff officer he says, "I
shall die to-morrow." The night is spent in marching and
countermarching, and daybreak finds him reading his Bible. This
done, he gives the command that puts his brigade into action, and
takes his place in the center of his brigade, in the line with his
men, a position of as great danger as any in his command. Within
a few minutes, at about seven o'clock, the death-summons came,
and he fell to rise no more. It was not his to be with his men
through their glorious charge and victory. A modest tombstone in
the quiet graveyard at Lexington marks his resting-place, and
bears the simple inscription: "It is well with thee." If to be faithful
unto death, to willingly lay down one's life for an ideal, entitles one
to peace and rest in the great hereafter, then, Christian soldier, it
is well with thee!
Lt.-Col. Commanding 27th Va. Vol.
Brig.-Gen'l Comdg.
Page 45
Unger's Store, Morgan Co.
Maj.-Gen'l Comdg.
General.
A. A. G.
GOV. JOHN LETCHER, Richmond, Va.
Romney, January 19, 1862.
Page 46
Page 47Winchester, January 26, 1862.
Page 48January 27, 1862.
Page 49Winchester, February 28, 1862.
Page 50Winchester, March 6, 1862.
Page 51Strasburg, March 13, 1862.
Page 52Mount Jackson, March 19, 1862.
Page 53
Page 54Near Winchester (Kernstown), March 23,
1862.
Mount Jackson, Wednesday, March 26,
1862.
Page 55Bivouac near Woodstock, April 1, 1862.
Page 56
Page 57Mount Jackson, April 2, 1862.
McDowell, May 9, 1862.
Page 58Friday, May 16, 1862.
Page 59Camp near Gordonsville, July 23, 1862.
Page 60August 3, 1862.
Page 61Fairfax C. H., September 1, 1862.
Page 62Frederick, Md., Sunday, September 7,
1862.
Page 63
Page 64Bunker Hill, Va., October 5, 1862.
Page 65
September 23, 1862.
Major-General.
Adjt. & Insp.-Gen'l C. S. A.
Page 66Bunker Hill, Va., October 12, 1862.
Page 67Martinsburg, October 19,1862.
Camp near Charlestown, October 25, 1862.
Page 68Berryville, Clark Co., November 2, 1862.
Page 69Camp near Port Royal, November 9, 1862.
Page 70
Page 71CHAPTER IV
Winchester, Va., November 15, 1862.
Page 72GENERAL ORDER No. 58.
Camp Baylor, Va., November 18, 1862.
Brig.-Genl.
Capt. & A. A. A. Genl.
Page 73Spottsylvania C. H., December 4, 1862.
Page 74Camp near Guiney's Depot, December 7,
1862.
Page 75
Page 76Camp near Port Royal, December 21, 1862.
Page 77GENERAL ORDER. GENERAL ORDERS No. 65
December 18, 1862.
Page 78
Brig.-Genl.
FRIEND C. COX, A. D. C.REPORT OF BRIG.-GEN. E. F. PAXTON,
C. S. ARMY,
COMMANDING FIRST BRIGADE
Camp near Corbin's Farm, December 24, 1862.
Page 79
Page 80
Page 81No. 327, P. 675. REPORT OF
BRIG.-GEN. WM. B.
TALIAFERRO, C. S. ARMY, COMMANDING JACKSON'S DIVISION
Camp near Moss Neck, Va., December 24, 1862
No. 321, P. 663. REPORT OF
BRIG.-GEN. JUBAL A. EARLY,
COMMANDING EWELL'S DIVISION
December 27, 1862.
Page 82Camp Winder, Caroline Co., Va., January 1,
1863.
Page 83
Page 84GENERAL ORDERS NO. 1
Camp Winder, January 1, 1863.
Page 85Camp Winder, January 17, 1863.
Page 86Camp Winder, January 25, 1863.
Page 87
Page 88Camp Winder, February 20, 1863.
Page 89
Page 90Camp Winder, Caroline Co., Va., March 1,
1863.
Camp Winder, March 8, 1863.
Page 91
Page 92Camp Winder, March 15, 1863.
Page 93
Page 94Camp Winder, March 22, 1863.
Page 95Camp Winder, March 31, 1863.
Page 96Camp Winder, April 12, 1863.
Page 97
Page 98Camp Winder, April 20, 1863.
Page 99
Page 100No date, first page of letter being lost.
Probably April 27, 1863.
Page 101
Page 102CHAPTER V
TELEGRAM
Gen'l Commdg.
LETTER FROM HENRY K. DOUGLAS TO MRS. PAXTON
Page 103LETTER FROM HENRY K. DOUGLAS TO J. G. PAXTON
Page 104
Page 105LETTER FROM RANDOLPH BARTON TO J. G. PAXTON
Page 106
Page 107
Page 108No. 398, P. 1006. REPORT OF
BRIG.-GEN. E. E. COLSTON,
C. S. ARMY, COMDG. TRIMBLE'S DIVISION
Page 109No 399, P. 1012. REPORT OF COL. J.
H. S. FUNK, 5TH
VA. INFANTRY, COMDG. PAXTON'S BRIGADE
No. 309, P. 1006. REPORT OF GEN. R.
E. LEE, C. S. ARMY,
COMDG. ARMY OF NORTHERN VIRGINIA. SEPT. 21, 1863
Page 110LETTER FROM A. C. HOPKINS, CHAPLAIN 2ND VA. INFRY.,
TO MRS. PAXTON
Page 111EXTRACTS FROM DIARY OF MARGARET J. PRESTON
Page 112
Page 113CHAPTER VI
Page 114
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