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Major-General Wright said of this charge: "Never was I more astonished. These troops were surrounded; the 1st and 3d Divisions of the 6th Corps were on either flank, my artillery and a fresh division in their front, and some three divisions of Major-General Sheridan's cavalry in their rear. Looking upon them as already our prisoners, I had ordered the artillery to cease firing as a dictate of humanity."

General Wright had captured Generals Ewell and Custis Lee, with many officers of less exalted rank, together with thousands of prisoners, and many battle-flags. The 6th Corps lost here 166 killed, 1,014 wounded; total 1,180. The Confederate loss was 7,000.

LEE'S SURRENDER.

The flying enemy was now closely pressed by the victorious Union army. Disabled guns, limbers, caissons, battery wagons, forges, army wagons, dead horses, and mules strewed the way for miles. On the morning of the 5th the corps bore far to the right and encamped some eighteen miles from its starting point of that morning. Early the 6th, it was en route to Appomattox Court House, where it halted to await the result of the conference between Generals Grant and Lee. What that result was has been graven upon the historical tablets of America.

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THE SLEEPING GRAY.

In Memory of the Confederate Soldiers who Fell in the Struggle.

By PAUL H. HAYNE.

HE sounds of the tumult have Of the heroes who strove in the morn

ceased to ring,

And the battle's sun has set, And here in the peace of the newborn

spring

We would fain forgive and forget;

Forget the rage of the hostile years,

And the scars of a wrong unshriven, Forgive the torture that thrilled to tears The angels' calm in heaven.

Forgive and forget? yes, be it so,

From the hills to the broad sea waves; But mournful and low are the winds that blow

By the slopes of a thousand graves. We may scourge from the spirit all thought of ill

In the midnight of grief held fast, And yet, O brothers! be loyal still To the sacred and stainless past.

She is glancing now from the vapor and cloud

From the waning mansion of Mars, And the pride of her beauty is wanly bowed,

And her eyes are misled stars.

And she speaks in a voice that is sad as death,

"There is duty still to be done, Tho' the trumpet of onset has spent its breath,

And the battle been lost and won."

ing glow

Of the grandeur that crowned "the Gray."

Oh God! they come not as once they

came

In the magical years of yore; For the trenchant sword and the soul of flame,

Shall quiver and clash no more.

Alas for the broken and battered hosts,
Frail wrecks from a gory sea,
Though pale as a band in the realm of
ghosts,

Salute them! They fought with Lee,

And gloried when dauntless Stonewall marched

Like a giant o'er field and blood, When the bow of his splendid victories arched

The tempest whose rain is-blood!

Not vanquished, but crushed by a mystic fate,

Blind nations against them hurled By the selfish might and the causeless hate

Of the banded and ruthless world!

Enough; all Fates are servants of God, And follow his guiding hand;

And she points with a tremulous hand We shall rise some day from the Chas

below

To the wasted and worn array

tener's rod,

Shall waken, and-understand!

LEE'S SURRENDER.

1865.

PERSONAL ACCOUNT BY GENERAL GRANT.

T

HE night before General Lee surrendered, I had a wretched headacheheadaches to which I have been subject—nervous prostration, intense personal suffering. But, suffer or not, I had to keep moving. I saw clearly, especially after Sheridan had cut off the escape to Danville, that Lee must surrender or break and run into the mountains-break in all directions and leave us a dozen guerrilla bands to fight. My campaign was not Richmond, not the defeat of Lee in actual fight, but to remove him and his army out of the contest and, if possible, to have him use his influence in inducing the surrender of Johnston and the other isolated armies. You see the war was an enormous strain upon the country. Rich as we were I do not now see how we could have endured it another year, even from a financial point of view. So

with these views I wrote Lee, and opened the correspondence with which the world is familiar. Lee does not appear well in that correspondence-not nearly so well as he did in our subsequent interviews, where his whole bearing was that of a patriotic and gallant soldier, concerned alone for the welfare of his army and his State. I received word that Lee would meet me at a point within our lines near Sheridan's headquarters. I had to ride quite a distance through a muddy country. I remember now that I was concerned about my personal appearance. I had an old suit on, without my sword, and without any distinguishing mark of rank except the shoulder-straps of a lieutenant general on a woolen blouse. Rich blouse. I was splashed with mud in my long ride. I was afraid Lee might think I meant to show him studied discourtesy by so coming-at least I

thought so. But I had no clothes within reach, as Lee's letter found me away from my base of supplies. I kept on riding until I met Sheridan. The general, who was one of the heroes of the campaign, and whose pursuit of Lee was perfect in its generalship and energy, told me where to find Lee. I remember that Sheridan was impatient when I met him-anxious and suspicious about the whole business, feared there might be a plan to escape, that he had Lee at his feet, and wanted to end the business by going in and forcing an absolute surrender by capture. In fact, he had his troops ready for such an assault when Lee's white flag came within his lines. I went up to the house where Lee was waiting. I found him in a fine, new, splendid uniform, which only recalled my anxiety as to my own clothes while on my way to meet him. I expressed my regret that I was compelled to meet him in so unceremonious a manner, and he replied, that the only suit he had available was one which had been sent him by some admirers in Baltimore and which he then wore for the first time. We spoke of old friends in the army. I remembered having seen Lee in Mexico. He was so much higher in rank than

myself at the time that I supposed he had no recollection of me. But he said he remembered me very well. We talked of old times and exchanged inquiries about friends. Lee then broached the subject of our meeting. I told him my terms, and Lee, listening attentively, asked me to write them down. I took out my manifold order book and pencil and wrote them down. General Lee put on his glasses and read them over. The conditions gave the officers their side arms, private horses and personal baggage. I said to Lee that I hoped and believed this would be the close of the war. That it was most important that the men should go home and go to work, and the government would not throw any obstacles in the way. Lee answered that it would have a most happy effect and accepted the terms. I handed over my penciled memorandum to an aide to put into ink and we resumed our conversation about old times and friends in the armies.

Lee no doubt ex

pected me to ask for his sword, but I did not want to take his sword. It would only have been sent to the patent office to be worshiped by the Washington rebels. Then there was another pause, after which he said that most of the animals in his cavalry and artillery

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No soldier should be furnished rumUnless the sutler had a paper signed By an M. D. to give him some.

Our friend, who was himself a waggish knave,

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