LEE—The loss of our gallant officers and men throughout the army causes me to weep tears of blood and to wish that I might never hear the sound of a gun again.
STARKE—I am sorry to have worried you General, you are right, good day!
(Salutes and exit. Enter MAJOR W. H. FITZHUGH LEE.)
W. H. F. LEE—Father!
LEE—Fitzhugh, how good it is to see you. You don't know how much I have missed you and your mother and your brothers and sisters.
W. H. F. LEE—Won't it be wonderful when the war will be over and we can all be together again.
LEE—God grant that it may be so!
W. H. F. LEE—I can't stay any longer, Father. I just came in to see you a moment before starting. I must be about my duty.
LEE—I know that wherever you may be placed, you will do your duty. That is all the pleasure, all the comfort, all the glory we can enjoy in this world.
Duty is the sublimest word in the language. There is a true glory and a true honor, the glory of duty done, the honor of integrity of principles.