and the army arose. Breakfast was a sumptuous thing,
delicately flavoured with compliments upon the taste, range, and
abundance of the Federal commissariat. Roll call followed, with the
moment's full pause after names that were not answered to. A general
order was read.

_Within four weeks this army has made long and rapid marches, fought
six combats and two battles, signally defeating the enemy in each
one, captured several stands of colours and pieces of artillery,
with numerous prisoners and vast medical, ordnance, and army stores;
and finally driven the host that was ravaging our country into utter
rout. The general commanding would warmly express to the officers
and men under his command, his joy in their achievements and his
thanks for their brilliant gallantry in action and their patient
obedience under the hardship of forced marches; often more painful
to the brave soldier than the dangers of battle. The explanation of
the severe exertions to which the commanding general called the
army, which were endured by them with such cheerful confidence in
him, is now given, in the victory of yesterday. He receives this
proof of their confidence in the past with pride and gratitude, and
asks only a similar confidence in the future._

_But his chief duty to-day, and that of the army, is to recognize
devoutly the hand of a protecting providence in the brilliant
successes of the last three days, and to make the oblation of our
thanks to God for his mercies to us and to our country, in heartfelt
acts of religious worship. For this purpose the troops will remain
in camp to-day, suspending as far as practicable all military
exercises; and the chaplains of regiments will hold divine service
in their several charges at four o'clock P. M._

At four the general went to church with the 37th Virginia. The doxology
sung, the benediction pronounced, he told the chaplain that he had been
edified exceedingly, and he looked it. There were times when it might be
said quite truly that his appearance was that of an awkward knight of
the Holy Grail.

Headquarters was a farmhouse, a small, cosy place, islanded in a rolling
sea of clover. About dusk Allan Gold, arriving here, found himself
admitted to the farmer's parlour. Here were a round table with lamps, a
clerk or two writing, and several members of Jackson's military family.
The general himself