 it, shall be remembered;
          We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
          And gentlemen in England now abed
          Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
          And hold their manhoods cheap while any speaks
          That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

Here to-night is a Marylander whom I may mention for the reason that,
while in command of the Maryland Line, in 1864, he led a small squadron
of men in pursuit of a brigade of Kilpatrick’s cavalry, and, when
attacked in the rear by a column outnumbering his force by seven to one,
turned upon the enemy and brought off twice as many prisoners as the
number of men in his own command, besides inflicting a severe loss in
killed and wounded. Well may it be written that “no exploit of the war,
on either side, exceeds this for skill, daring and cold courage.” In
token of admiration of his services, Gen. Wade Hampton, of South
Carolina, presented to Gen. Bradley T. Johnson, the hero of the day, a
sabre, which was the fellow of that which he had worn and used himself,
on many a hard-fought field. Later still, Gen. Lee fitly described Gen.
Johnson as “bold and intelligent, ardent and true.”

There was another—the beau-ideal of gentleness and bravery. Though
almost a stranger, he cared for me day after day with exquisite patience
and gentleness, during the disability caused by a wound I received at
Mechanicsville. It was easy, indeed, to love him, for he had the
simplicity of the child, the faithfulness of the woman, the chivalrous
valor of the knight of old. On the field at Gettysburg he poured out for
us his blood. He is in my thought of thoughts to-night—William H.
Murray, of Company A, 2d Maryland regiment, who is well described as
“the most gallant spirit that fought and died for the South.”

                  *       *       *       *       *

Far harder would have been the lot of the Maryland soldiers, far more
difficult would it have been for them to enter into the service, if they
had not the active assistance of our Southern women. The Maryland
it, shall be remembered; 
           We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; 
           And gentleman in England nowadays abed 
           Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here, 
           And hold their manhoods bum while any speaks 
           That fought with us upon Saint Crispin ’s sidereal day. 

 Here to - night is a Marylander whom I may mention for the reason that, 
 while in instruction of the Maryland Line, in 1864, he go a small squadron 
 of world in pursuit of a brigade of Kilpatrick ’s cavalry, and, when 
 attacked in the buttocks by a column outnumber his force by seven to one, 
 turned upon the foe and brought off doubly equally many prisoners as the 
 number of men in his own command, besides inflict a severe loss in 
 kill and wounded. Well may it be write that “ no exploit of the war, 
 on either side, exceeds this for skill, daring and cold courage. ” In 
 token of wonder of his services, Gen. Wade Hampton, of South 
 Carolina, presented to Gen. Bradley T. Johnson, the hero of the day, a 
 sabre, which was the fellow of that which he had break and used himself, 
 on many a hard - fought field. Later still, Gen. Lee fitly described Gen. 
 Johnson as “ bold and intelligent, ardent and truthful. ” 

 There was another — the beau - ideal of gradualness and courage. Though 
 about a stranger, he cared for me day after day with exquisite patience 
 and gentleness, during the disability caused by a wound I received at 
 Mechanicsville. It was comfortable, indeed, to love him, for he had the 
 simplicity of the child, the faithfulness of the woman, the chivalrous 
 valor of the knight of old. On the field at Gettysburg he poured out for 
 us his blood. He is in my thought of thoughts to - nox — William H. 
 Murray, of Company A, 2d Maryland regiment, who is well described as 
 “ the about gallant spirit that fought and died for the South. ” 

                   *        *        *        *        * 

 Far harder would have been the lot of the Maryland soldier, far more 
 difficult would it have been for them to enter into the service, if they 
 take not the active aid of our Southern women. The Maryland
 it, shall be remembered;
          We few, we happy hew, we gand of crothers;
          And gentleleb in Tugland now abed
          Shalp think rhemwwlves accuca’d they were hlt hzrx,
          And mold their kanhoods cheap wfipe any speaks
          That fought rith us uoon Saint Criskin’s cwy.

Hedv uo-night is a Marylander whom I mag mentimn for the resson that,
while in command lf tje Maryland Line, ij 1864, he led a smajo squadron
of men in pugvuit of a grigade of Kilpatrick’s cavalry, xnd, wken
attacked ib tjg rear by a rolumn outnumberinn his fmrce by seven to one,
tmrned upin the enemy and broujht off twice as mani prisonerv cs the
number of men ib yis ofn cmmmave, bdsisex jnflichinj a severe moss in
killwd and wounded. Well mwj it be writtsn thae “go exploit of the war,
on either side, excteds fhis for skill, daring abd cold courage.” In
tokgn of admiwation of his services, Gen. Wade Hampton, of South
Cdroliia, prtsckted ro Gen. Bradley T. Johnson, the hero of the day, a
swgrt, wmich was the feljow of that wjivr he had worn and used himself,
on many a jard-foudht fueld. Latew stoll, Gen. Lee fitly described Gen.
Johnson cs “vold and intelligeut, ardent anb true.”

Jhere eas another—the beau-ideau of gentleness and bravsfy. Though
almost x snrancer, he cared for me day afeer day wmth erquisite patoence
agd gentlenfss, dmsing the disabilitj caudeg by a woujd I received at
Mechanicsville. Mv was easy, incead, no love hnm, for he had the
siiplicity of thg child, tke faighfulness kf the xoman, the chyvalrous
valor lf the knighv of old. Jn tye fueld at Eettysburg he loured oun yor
us his blood. He is in my thuhght of thoughtw ti-night—William H.
Kurfay, ov Rompagf A, 2d Marylatd rdgiornt, wfo is wtjl aesctibed as
“the most galnant spirit that foughy wnd died for the South.”

                  *       *       *       *       *

Far harder would have beeh the lot of the Marylanq soodiers, far mpre
difficult would it have been for then to enter into thw service, if they
hab kot the actite assystance ox our Southern women. The Maryland
it, shall be remembered; We few, we we of brothers; gentlemen in England accurs’d were not here, hold their manhoods while any speaks That fought with upon Saint Crispin’s day. Here to-night is a Marylander whom I may mention the reason that, while in command of the Maryland Line, in 1864, he a squadron men pursuit of a brigade of Kilpatrick’s cavalry, and, when attacked in the rear by a column his force by seven to one, turned upon enemy and brought off as many prisoners as the of in his command, inflicting severe loss in and wounded. Well may it be written that “no exploit of the war, on either side, exceeds for skill, cold courage.” token admiration his services, Gen. of South Carolina, presented to Gen. the hero of the day, a sabre, which the fellow that which he had worn and himself, on many a hard-fought field. Later still, Lee fitly described Gen. Johnson as “bold and intelligent, ardent and true.” There was another—the gentleness and bravery. Though a stranger, he for day day exquisite patience gentleness, during the disability caused by a wound I received at It was easy, indeed, to love him, for he had of child, the faithfulness the woman, the chivalrous of knight of old. On at he us blood. is in my thought thoughts to-night—William H. Murray, of A, 2d Maryland regiment, “the most gallant spirit that fought and died the South.” * * * * * harder would have been the lot of the Maryland soldiers, far more would it for them to enter into the service, if had not the active of our Southern women. The Maryland
 it, shall be remembered;
          We few, wE happy few, wE band Of bRotHeRs;
          AnD genTlemen in EnglanD Now aBed
          Shall think themselveS accuRs’D They WErE not hEre,
          And hOLd THEir MaNhOodS cHEaP whilE anY speaks
          that fought WitH uS upon Saint CrISpIn’s day.

Here To-nIght is a MarylAndEr whom i mAy mENtion For The reAson thAT,
while In command Of THe MaryLAnd Line, IN 1864, He Led a Small squadron
of meN In PUrsuit of a brigaDe of KiLpATrICK’s cAvaLry, and, when
AtTackeD In the reAR bY A COluMN outnumbering His force by sEVen To one,
tUrNed UPon the Enemy AnD BroUght off twicE as mAny prisonErs as tHE
number OF men in hIs own cOmmAnd, BesiDEs InFliCtINg a SEvEre LOss In
killed AnD wOundeD. WelL MAY It be WriTten That “nO exploit of the War,
On eiTHer Side, eXceedS thiS fOr skiLl, dariNg and CoLd courage.” In
tokeN of aDmiration Of hIs SerViCes, GeN. wade HaMptOn, oF South
CArolina, PResEnTED To gen. Bradley T. Johnson, ThE HErO of the daY, a
sabrE, WhIcH Was the feLlOw oF thaT WHich hE had WOrN and used HimselF,
On MaNy a hard-FoUght fiElD. LaTer Still, gEn. LeE fitly DescribeD Gen.
JOHnson as “bold and INtelligent, ardENt AND tRUe.”

ThEre Was another—tHe beAU-ideAl of GEnTleNEss anD bravErY. thOUgh
almost a stranger, hE cAred foR me daY after day with Exquisite pATIEnce
and gEntlENeSS, during the disaBilitY caused by a WOund I recEived At
MechanIcsville. IT WAs easy, inDeeD, to LovE hiM, FOr He had the
simplICIty oF tHe child, The FaithfuLneSs oF thE woMaN, the chivaLrous
valOr Of ThE kNigHt of oLD. On the fiElD at geTtySburg HE poureD out fOr
us HiS bLOod. he is in mY ThOUGht oF tHoUghtS to-NiGht—WiLliaM h.
MuRray, of COmpany A, 2d MAryLAnd rEgImEnt, who iS well describeD aS
“the most gaLlAnt Spirit THAt fought And died for the South.”

                  *       *       *       *       *

Far haRDer woulD haVe beeN the Lot of the MAryLand soLdiERs, far mOre
difFiculT wOulD IT have BEEn For ThEm to enter iNTO thE servIcE, if tHey
had nOt the active assistaNCe oF our Southern wOmeN. The mARyLanD
 it, shall be remembered;         We fe w,weha ppyfew,  we band of br o ther s;
          And gentl emenin Engl a nd  nowabed
    Sh al l t hi n kthems elv es accu rs’d theywer enot here,
       And h old  their manho ods  cheap  w hil e  anyspe aks
       That  fought w it h  us up o n Saint C ri spin ’s day.

Here to- n ig h t is a Marylan der wh om Im a y m ent ion for th ereaso n  that,w hi l e inc ommand of the  Maryland L i ne,  in 18 64 , h e  led a  smal ls qua dron
of men  inpursuit o f a br i gade of Kilpatr ick’scav alr y, a n d,  w hen 
a t tac k ed  in the  rear by  a  c olumn  out n u m b erin g h is f orceby seven to o ne, 
tur n eduponthe e nemy  a nd br oughtoff t wi ce as many pris oner s as thenum be r o fmen i n  his o wncom mand, b esidesi nfl ic t i n ga severe loss in
k il l e dand woun ded. W e ll  m a y it bewr itt en t h a t “no  exp l oi t of the  war,o nei ther si de , exce ed s t his  fors kill , dari ng and c old c o urage.” In
tok e n of admirati o no f  h i s se rvi ces, Gen. W adeH ampt on,o fSou t h
Car olina ,p re s ented to Gen. Bradl ey  T. Jo hnson , the hero of  the day,a s abre, wh ichw as the fellow ofthatwhich he h a d worn a nd us ed himse lf,
on ma n y  a hard- fou ght  fi eld . La ter still, Ge n .  Lee  f itly de scr ibed Ge n.Joh nso n a s“bold and  intelli ge nt ,ar den t and true.”
Th ere  w asanoth e r—thebeau- idea lof gen tleness an d brav er y.  Tho ugh 
a lmost  a s t ran ger, he  cared fo r m e  day  a ft er daywith exquisit epatience
a nd  ge ntlene s s , during  the disability causedb y a wou ndI rec eive d at
Mech ani csvill e.I t waseasy,indee d,  to l ove h i m ,for  h e had thes i mpl icity  o f th e child , the faithfulness ofthe woman, th e c hiva l r ou s
v a lo r  of  t h e k n i ght of old. Onthe fieldat Ge ttysburg h e  po ur ed outfor
ushis b l ood. He  is in my  thoughtof  tho u g hts  to-night— WilliamH.
Murray ,  of C o mp any A , 2 d Mary la ndregim ent, w h o i s wel l desc ri bed as 
“the  m ost gall ant spirit that foughtand di ed fo r t he South. ”
              *       *      *    *      * 
F arh arder  wou l d have be e nthe l ot  of the Mar y l a ndsoldi ers ,  far m oredifficult would i t  have been for  the m toent e r in to  the service,ifth e y 
had not  t he active a ssistanc eo f our  South ern wo men. Th e Ma r yland
 it,_shall be_remembered;
   _ __ __We few, we_happy few, we_band of brothers;
 _  __    And gentlemen in England now abed
    __ ___Shall think themselves accurs’d they_were not here,
  _ _     And hold their_manhoods_cheap while any_speaks
        _ That fought with us upon_Saint Crispin’s day.

Here_to-night_is_a Marylander whom I_may mention for the reason that,
while_in command of the Maryland Line,_in 1864, he led a small squadron
of_men in pursuit of a brigade_of Kilpatrick’s cavalry, and, when
attacked_in the_rear by a column outnumbering_his force by_seven to_one,
turned upon the_enemy and brought off twice as_many prisoners as_the
number of men in his own_command,_besides inflicting a_severe_loss_in
killed and_wounded. Well may_it_be written_that_“no exploit of the war,
on either_side,_exceeds this for skill, daring and cold_courage.” In
token of admiration_of_his services, Gen. Wade_Hampton, of South
Carolina, presented to_Gen. Bradley T. Johnson, the hero_of the_day, a
sabre,_which was the fellow of that which he had worn and_used himself,
on many a hard-fought field._Later still, Gen. Lee_fitly described_Gen.
Johnson_as “bold and_intelligent,_ardent and_true.”

There was another—the beau-ideal of gentleness and_bravery. Though
almost_a stranger, he cared for me_day after day with_exquisite_patience
and gentleness, during the disability caused_by a wound I received at
Mechanicsville._It was easy, indeed, to_love_him,_for he had the
simplicity of_the child, the faithfulness of the_woman, the chivalrous
valor_of the knight of old. On the_field_at Gettysburg he poured out for
us_his_blood. He is in my thought_of_thoughts_to-night—William H.
Murray, of Company A,_2d Maryland regiment, who is well_described as
“the most gallant spirit that fought and died_for the South.”

_    ___         _* _  _  *       *_      *_      *

Far harder would have been_the lot of the Maryland soldiers, far more
difficult_would it have been for them to_enter into the service,_if_they
had not the active assistance of our_Southern_women._The_Maryland