"Gracey's brigade has moved out against Sheridan's rear as he retreats.
Fitz Lee is fighting them still at Meadow Bridge."
He turned his blue eyes upward and prayed:
"God grant they may win—"
He moved his head aside and said:
"I must prepare for another world."
He listened to the roar of the guns for a moment and signaled to his aide:
"Major, Fitz Lee may need you."
McClellan pressed his hand and hurried to the front.
As he passed out the tall figure of the President of the Confederacy entered. Jefferson Davis sat by his side and held his hand. He loved his daring young Cavalry Commander. He had made him a Major-General at thirty. He was dying now at thirty-one. The tragedy found the heart of the sorrowful leader of all the South.
When the Reverend Dr. Peterkin entered he said: