“Do you remember a conversation which we had at Orange, Surry, that night in my tent?”
“Yes, general.”
“And what I said?”
“Every word is engraved, I think, upon my memory.”
“Good. Do not let one thing ever escape you. Remember, that I said what I say again to-day, that ‘Virginia expects every man to do his duty!’”
“I will never forget that, general.”
He smiled, and rode on. For half a mile he was silent. Then I heard escape from his lips, in a low, musing voice, a refrain which I had never heard him sing before—
“Soon with angels I’ll be marching!”{1}
{Footnote 1: Real}
I know not why, but that low sound made me shiver.