nearer for McDowell, no nearer for
McClellan, no nearer for Pope, no nearer for Burnside, no nearer for
Hooker, no nearer after two years of war! In the Wilderness and
thereabouts Hooker lost seventeen thousand men, thirteen guns, and
fifteen hundred rounds of cannon ammunition, twenty thousand rifles,
three hundred thousand rounds of infantry ammunition. The Army of
Northern Virginia lost twelve thousand men.

On the fifth of May Stonewall Jackson was carefully moved from the
Wilderness to Guiney's Station. Here was a large old residence--the
Chandler house--within a sweep of grass and trees; about it one or two
small buildings. The great house was filled, crowded to its doors with
wounded soldiers, so they laid Stonewall Jackson in a rude cabin among
the trees. The left arm had been amputated in the field hospital. He was
thought to be doing well, though at times he complained of the side
which, in the fall from the litter, had been struck and bruised.

At daylight on Thursday he had his physician called. "I am suffering
great pain," he said. "See what is the matter with me." And presently,
"Is it pneumonia?"

That afternoon his wife came. He was roused to speak to her, greeted her
with love, then sank into something like stupor. From time to time he
awakened from this, but there were also times when he was slightly
delirious. He gave orders in a shadow of the old voice. "You must hold
out a little longer, men; you must hold out a little longer!... Press
forward--press forward--press forward!... Give them canister, Major
Pelham!"

Friday went by, and Saturday. The afternoon of this day he asked for his
chaplain, Mr. Lacy. Later, in the twilight, his wife sang to him, old
hymns that he loved. "Sing the fifty-first psalm in verse," he said. She
sang,--

"Show pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive--"

The night passed and Sunday the tenth dawned. He lay quiet, his right
hand on his breast. One of the staff came for a moment to his bedside.
"Who is preaching at headquarters to-day?" He was told, and said, "Good!
I wish I might be there."

The officer's voice broke. "General, general! the whole army is praying
for you. There's a message from General Lee."

"Yes, yes. Give it."

"He sends you his love. He says that you must recover; that you have
lost your left arm, but that he would lose his right arm. He says tell
you that he prayed for you last night as he had never prayed for
himself. He repeats w