He did not stop to consider whether he himself should be benefited by remaining where he was, but he gave himself at once to the cause of the Union and the cause of right.

"Those who in that day questioned his judgment lived to know that he was calm in his procedure, sound in his conclusions; not only a civilian, but the ideal type of a soldier. When he planned that march from Atlanta to the sea, that shall live as long as time shall be and the history of this Government shall be written, he was not surrounded by circumstances that would lead to ease and quietude.

"Our bugle sang truce, for the night cloud had lowered,

And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky,

And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered,
The weary to sleep and the wounded to die.

"And reposing that night on his pallet of straw,
By the dim campfire that guarded the slain,
In the dead of the night a sweet vision he saw,

And thrice ere the morning he dreamed it again.'

"That grand victorious march so closely associated with the rebellion was conceived by him on the tented battle-field.

"He was never jealous of intelligence; he had no fight to make with his equals; he was modest in the extreme. The world never presented a picture where three men like Grant, Sheridan and Sherman might be seen, each trying to put laurels on the other's brow. Speak to Grant, and he would tell you of the successes of Sheridan and the wonders done by Sherman. Speak to Sheridan, and he would tell you of the hero of Shiloh and the wonderful man of Atlanta. Speak to Sherman, and he would tell of Sheridan and Grant and fighting Joe Hooker. Where can you find such people on the face of the earth? Where can be found men with intelligence so great, ideas so broad and natures so generous that each wanted to place upon the other the wreath that he himself was justly entitled to from the hands and hearts of a generous people.

“Sherman is dead. His body and his presence will never be seen among us again. He was a factor, together with his comrades, in American civilization; he had opportunities that never will come again to any man; he was associated with those who were great in their respective capac

ities, and he was born, lived, acted in an opportune time for the benefit of the whole world. He was as great as his opportunities; he was modest, as all great men are, and the fitting tributes to his memory are the criticisms of the whole world. No soldier ever dreaded his presence; no one with a just cause ever flinched from presenting it to him; in fact, he was a man-such a one as we have a right to imitate as a civilian, and such a one as we have a right to be proud of as a military hero. Peace to the just man's memory! Let it grow greener with the years! Let the mimic canvas show his benevolent features to posterity, and in the book of time the glorious record of his efforts write! Hold them up to men, and bid them claim a palm like his, and catch from him the hallowed flame."

BY GEN. HENRY W.SLOCUM.

"I JOINED General Sherman's expedition from

Atlanta, and was with it from that time until

the close of the war.

Sherman rode with me.

Every other day General

"On these occasions, being a great talker, he was as entertaining a companion as could well be imagined. His conversation covered a wide range of subjects, but touched lightly on the one subject which at that time possessed the greatest interest for the whole country-the march itself and what was expected of it.

"General Sherman's appearance at the time was about the same as it was in later years. He was angular, nervous, but giving every one the impression of being a man of great determination. At the same time he was of a sanguine temperament.

'From the time he started on the expedition, he never seemed for a moment to doubt that it