I had pretty well made up my mind to leave the Dispatch if I should receive an offer of employment elsewhere. There was no prospect of advancement in the Dispatch office, and I was very much disgusted by the intention of the proprietors to stop my pay during my absence on account of my illness, contracted in their service. When I returned to Richmond I was sent for by Colonel Briscoe G. Baldwin, who had been Chief Ordnance officer of General Lee’s army, and had been appointed Superintendent of the National Express Company. He told me he wanted me to take a position under him in the National Express Company. This company was organized after the war as a rival of the Southern Express Company, and had been something of a hospital for Confederate officers of high rank. It was at this time in a tottering condition; but Colonel Baldwin said he thought it was not too late to save it, if he could get such men as he wanted to do the active work of the Company. He did not pretend to hide the condition of the Company from me, but told me that he desired to have me there and thought that it would be a good place for me, as, if the Company did pull through its difficulties, I would be on the sure road to promotion. I resigned from the Dispatch, and on September 17th, 1866, I was appointed Route Agent in the National Express and Transportation Company, “with all the rights, privileges, authority, and duties attaching to the position.” My salary was one hundred dollars a month, and the Company paid my travelling expenses. The territory which I was to supervise covered the lines of railroad from Richmond to Alexandria in one I also had the opportunity of visiting Warrenton, where I spent a day with General W. H. Payne, whom I had not “ONLY A PRIVATE.” I. Only a private! his jacket of gray Is stained by the smoke and the dust; As Bayard, he’s brave; as Rupert, he’s gay; Reckless as Murat in heat of the fray, But in God is his only trust! II. Only a private! to march and to fight, To suffer and starve and be strong; With knowledge enough to know that the might Of justice, and truth, and freedom and right, In the end must crush out the wrong. III. Only a private! no ribbon or star Shall gild with false glory his name! No honors for him in braid or in bar, His Legion of Honor is only a scar, And his wounds are his roll of fame! IV. Only a private! one more hero slain On the field lies silent and chill! And in the far South a wife prays in vain One clasp of the hand she may ne’er clasp again, One kiss from the lips that are still. V. Only a private! there let him sleep! He will need nor tablet nor stone; For the mosses and vines o’er his grave will creep, And at night the stars through the clouds will peep, And watch him who lies there alone. VI. Only a martyr! who fought and who fell Unknown and unmarked in the strife! But still as he lies in his lonely cell Angel and Seraph the legend shall tell— Such a death is eternal life! Richmond, Va., October 24, 1866. |