ceived the falling mantle and repeated upon the waters his Master's miracle. But on the banks of another stream, now become historic, when our Great Captain's great Lieutenant had fought his last fight, and was making ready to doff the habiliments of earthly command, a successor for that field it was the glory of the cavalry to furnish—a successor, who, as we heard in the capitol to-night, with the very ring of the fallen hero's metal, ordered the men, when ammunition had failed, to "hold their ground with the bayonet!" And thus did the spirit of the great Elijah, who was passing from the whirlwind of that battle, out of his followers' sight, rest upon Elisha, and Stuart bore the mantle of Stonewall Jackson!
Among the legends of ancient Rome was one that at the battle of the Lake Regillus, the victory was due to the twin sons of thundering Jove, who were seen to ride in the fight.
There be twain still with us, bearers of a name—we utter with reverence because of the illustrious dead—a name that thrilled with electric power devoted followers, drew the plaudits of the civilized world, and wrung from foes even the tribute of admiring respect—a name that we shall repeat to the latest posterity as borne by one, the model of all that was godlike in man—I name the name of Lee—there be these twain, not brothers indeed, according to the flesh, but sons of brethren, our orator of the capitol and our absent President, who rode in the fight like Castor and Pollux: To your sentiment, Mr. Chairman, "the cavalry" responds with these! These—
| "Be the great twin brethren, That fought so well for Rome!" |
