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(Right) General Lewis Armistead
(February 18, 1817 – July 5, 1863)
GENERAL
ARMISTEAD'S PORTRAIT PRESENTED.
An Address Delivered Before R. E. Lee Camp No.
1,
C.V., Richmond, Va., January 29, 1909.
By Rev. JAMES E. POINDEXTER, Late Captain in 38th
Virginia
Regiment, Armistead's Brigade, Pickett's Division.
Mr. Commander and Comrades:
It was my wish that this address should be made by Col. Rawley W. Martin,
of Lynchburg, who led the Fifty-third Virginia in Pickett's Charge, and fell by the side of Armistead on Cemetery Ridge. But this could not be, and so I come to take his place. For the task assigned me I feel myself but poorly equipped. Unlike
Col. Martin, I followed our old Commander, as St. Peter followed the Master, "afar off." It is, I may say, with unfeigned
diffidence that I venture to speak of war to the veteran soldiers who are here to-night.
On me, however, through your kindness, is this honor conferred, that I should
present to the Camp the portrait of Lewis A. Armistead. I thank you for it with all my heart.
The Armistead family, coming direct from England, settled in Virginia in 1636,
and became ere long a family of soldiers. Five brothers, three of them in the regular army, took part in the war of 1812.
Col. George Armistead, the oldest of the five, defended Fort McHenry. The flag which waved over it during the bombardment,
which Key immortalized as the "Star Spangled Banner," was long guarded as a sacred heir-loom by his descendants. It is now
laid up in the National Museum. A second brother, Lewis Gustavus Adolphus, named for the Swedish hero, "The Lion of the North,"
fell at Fort Erie. Walker Keith Armistead, the father of our old chief, graduated at West Point in 1803, fought in Canada,
closed the Seminole war, and was, when he died in 1845, second in command in the regular army. Miss Stanley, who became his
wife, was a native of the Old North State, and so it happened that Lewis A. Armistead was born at Newbern, N.C., in 1817.
As a matter of course, the young Lewis entered West Point in 1836. Here, however,
his career was cut short. He became involved in a personal conflict with Jubal A. Early, who had insulted him on the parade
ground, and cracking the worthy's head with a mess-hall plate, as the story runs, was retired from West Point; but in 1839
entered the regular army as lieutenant in the Sixth Regiment of Infantry, and fought against the Seminoles under Zachary Taylor and under his own father. During the war with Mexico he did splendid service. He led the storming party at Chapultepec, and
was brevetted Captain and then Major for gallantry displayed at Contreras, and Cherubusco, and Molino Del Ray. That war being
ended, he served for fourteen years on the frontier, and in 1859 marched against the hostile Indians and defeated them.
On the secession of Virginia he promptly resigned his command in the old army,
tramped on foot across the plains to Austin, Texas, came straight to Richmond, and in April, 1861, was made Colonel of the
Fifty-seventh Virginia, and twelve months afterwards, in April, 1862, was commissioned Brigadier-General. In that capacity
he fought at Seven Pines, at Malvern Hill, at Second Manassas, at Sharpsburg, displaying everywhere conspicuous gallantry, and winning by his coolness under fire, by his stern perseverance and his indomitable
pluck, the applause of his superiors and the entire confidence of his men.
During the first Maryland campaign he was made Provost Marshal of the army,
and received the personal thanks of General Lee for the ability with which he discharged the duties of that office.
In September, 1862, his brigade, which comprised the Fifty-seventh, Fifty-third,
the Fourteenth, the Ninth and the Thirty-eighth Virginia, was incorporated with Pickett's Division.
General Armistead was no "holiday soldier," no "carpet-knight." "He was,"
says Col. Martin, "a strict disciplinarian, but never a martinet. Obedience to duty he regarded as the first qualification
of a soldier. For straggling on the march on neglect of duty on the part of his men, he held the officer in immediate command
strictly responsible. The private must answer to the officer, but the officer to him."
Thus far we have followed his career. Born of noble stock, a Virginian to
his heart's core, linked by ties of blood with many of our best, the son of a soldier, familiar from childhood with tales
of war, trained at West Point, tested by years of service in Florida, in Texas, in Mexico, in Virginia, obedient to duty,
demanding in turn obedience from others, resolute, unyielding, with courage tempered in the flame of battle, he waited for
a fit opportunity to prove himself the hero he was, to write his name high on the roll of fame and win the plaudits of the
world.
That opportunity came at Gettysburg. Of the charge made by Pettigrew and Pickett on Cemetery Ridge, I do not propose to speak at length. On the controversies which have raged around it, I shall not touch. But in order to
appreciate the heroism of Armistead we must picture in few words the part played by Pickett's Division.
During the artillery duel which preceded the charge we lay quiet and (some
of us) hugged the ground. When the cannonade subsided we fell in at the word of command and moved in line of battle over the
wooded ridge in front, past our artillery, and down the slope to the edge of the woods. Here, for the first time, we caught
sight of the field of battle. A thousand yards away lay Cemetery Ridge, curving around to the left to Culp's Hill, and off to our right stood Round-Top and little Round-Top, crowned with artillery. Beyond that ridge and on its crest lay
eighty thousand men, every breastwork finished, every reserve posted, every gun in position, awaiting our assault. Between
us and Cemetery Ridge was a field as open as this floor, not a tree, not a stone to shelter one man from the storm of battle.
The scene which met the eyes of Armistead's men as we descended the slope was splendid. Before us, one hundred and fifty yards
away, moving on like waves of the sea, marched Garnett and Kemper, their battle-flags flashing in the sunlight. The regiments
of Armistead, marching in perfect order, with disciplined tread, followed where they led.
Soon the heavy guns on Round-Top were trained upon us, and howling shells
burst around us or crashed through our ranks. The further we advanced the more tremendous was the cannonade. Our own artillery
on the heights behind thundered over our heads at the enemy's guns on Cemetery Ridge. And so we marched "vaulted with fire."
As we crossed the plain beyond the Cordori house, we halted at the word of
command, moved by the left flank, till opposite the point we aimed to strike, then in line of battle, the guns on Cemetery
Ridge blazing in our faces, and every regiment of Armistead's brigade dressed on its colors as straight as the line of yonder
door.
The gallant men who met our onset thrilled with emotions of fear and admiration--they
tell it themselves--at the "grandeur" of the scene, at the "magnificence" of our advance. To the Count de Paris, as he watched
the Confederate column bearing down all opposition, buffeting with unshaken courage the fierce volleys that met it, "it seemed,"
he says, "to be driven by an irresistible force."
Meanwhile the fire of the enemy grew every more violent, ever more destructive.
The cannon on Round-Top "volleyed and thundered." From Cemetery Ridge grapeshot and canister tore through our ranks. We marched,
says Longstreet, "through a fearful fire from the batteries in front and from Round-Top." "The slaughter," he says, "was terrible,
the enfilade fire from batteries on Round-Top very destructive." But worse remained behind. From the stone wall which sheltered
their ranks the hostile infantry "poured down," as Longstreet says, "a terrific fire." The hiss of bullets was incessant.
Men fell at every step; they fell, I thought, like grass before the scythe.
Such were the scenes which some of us witnessed that day. The severity of
our loss attests how deadly were the perils through which we passed. Of three Brigadiers, two were buried on the field, and
one left weltering in his blood. Of the fifteen men who led the regiments of Pickett not one escaped. Seven were disabled,
some with ghastly wounds, and eight of them were slain outright. Of all the field officers in the whole division only two
remained unhurt. "It was a miracle," says the Count de Paris, "to see them safe and sound."
And now, bearing these things firmly in mind, let us follow Armistead. "A
short time," says Col. Martin, "before the advance was ordered, the General, as his custom was, marched up and down in front
of his troops, encouraging them in every way," for the shock of arms so soon to follow. "Remember, men, what you are fighting
for. Remember your homes and your firesides, your mothers and wives and sisters and your sweethearts."
When the signal guns fired, he promptly called "attention," and instantly
every man was on his feet. Coming then right to the front of the Fifty-third Virginia, which was that day the battalion of
direction, he said to Color-Sergeant Blackburn; "Sergeant, are you going to plant those colors on the enemy's works over yonder?"
"Yes, General," was the firm reply, "if mortal man can do it, I will." Then the chief exhorted his men to follow their colors
and to remember the brave words of Sergeant Blackburn, and giving the command, "Battalion, forward; guide-centre, march,"
he placed himself in front of the Fifty-third Virginia, and, marching on foot, twenty yards ahead of his brigade, watched
and directed our advance. It was not long before the battle was raging in all its fury.
The brigades of Garnett and Kemper were in our front, and as we drew near
the advance lines Kemper rode back to Armistead, who marched on foot, and said: "Armistead, hurry up; I am going to charge
those heights and carry them, and I want you to support me." "I'll do it," he replied. Then, glorying in the conduct of his
men, he said to Kemper: "Look at my line; it never looked better on dress parade."
And now came the supreme test. He quietly gave the order, "Colonel, double-quick."
And putting his black felt hat on the point of his sword, he led the advance, all the time in front of his line of battle,
marching straight ahead through a hail of bullets, "the very embodiment of a heroic commander." The sword pierced through
the hat, and more than once it slipped down to the hilt, and we saw above it the naked steel. As often as the hat slipped
down the old hero would hoist it again to the sword's point. And so, born aloft with matchless courage, it caught the eye,
it nerved the hearts of his devoted men, a standard as glorious, as worthy to be sung, as the plume that floated at Ivry above
the helmet of Navarre.
And now the battle raged with redoubled fury. "As we got within forty yards
of the stone wall," says Lieutenant Whitehead, "came all along the line the order of charge, and charge we did. From behind
the fence the Yankee infantry rose and poured into our ranks a murderous fire. Garnett's brigade and Kemper's had almost entirely
disappeared; their brave commanders, their gallant officers, with hundred of the rank and file, were stretched on the field,
and it remained for Armistead's men to finish the work. After a desperate fight the Yankees began to give way; and as they
fell back our men rushed forward to the stone wall with unfaltering steps, Armistead still leading the charge."
The advance line halted here, but only for an instant. The veteran Armistead
took in with the eye of a trained soldier the whole situation, and saw in a flash that to halt there meant ruin and defeat.
Just ahead, bristling with cannon, was Cemetery Ridge. Just beyond it Hancock, "a foeman worthy of his steel," was hurrying
up his heavy reserves. On the right and on the left the enemy's lines were still intact. On both flanks fierce assaults would
soon be made on Pickett's men. "Colonel," said Armistead to the commanding officer of the Fifty-third, "we cannot stay here."
A word to Martin was enough. "Forward with the colors," he cried, and over
the wall they went, Armistead and Martin; and with them went a gallant band resolved that day to conquer or die. The flag
of the Fifty-third regiment, borne by Lieutenant Carter, flashed like a meteor in the van. The indomitable Armistead, his
hat on the point of his sword, towered before them like a pillar of fire. "Follow me, boys; give them the cold steel." A hundred
and fifty undaunted men followed their chief.
They left behind them the stone wall. They passed the earth works. They seized
the cannon that, double shotted at ten yards distance, had torn our ranks with cannister. Victory seemed within their grasp.
But alas! the support they looked for never came. In the nick of time Hancock's reserves were hurried to the front. They came
on, he says, "four lines deep," and firing at close range, poured into the little band that followed Armistead a destructive
volley. In that "hell of fire," as Bilharz says, "nothing could live." The intrepid Martin fell maimed for life. Forty-two
of his brave Virginians lay dead around him. And there, in the Bloody Angle, our heroic chief, grasping a captured cannon
to turn it on the foe, fell amongst his devoted men, pierced with mortal wounds, and sealing with his heart's blood the high-water
mark of the Confederate cause.
As they bore him to the rear they met the gallant Hancock hurrying to the
front.* [*A different account of this is given in Junkin's "Life of Hancock," page 117. I followed Colonel Martin.] Each recognized
the other. They had been comrades in the old army. And learning who he was, Hancock dismounted, and grasping Armistead's hand,
told him with a soldier's sympathy, how sorry he was to see him wounded, and promised to send mementoes and messages to his
loved ones in Virginia, and tried to cheer him with the hope that his wounds would not be mortal, as our hero said. But Armistead
was right. He knew that death was near at hand.
Carried from the field a prisoner, he lingered through the 4th
of July and died on the 5th, "leaving," says Martin, "an example of patriotic ardor, of heroism and devotion to
duty which ought to be handed down through the ages."
When his kinsmen heard of his glorious death they came and took his body,
took all that was mortal of him, down to Baltimore, and with reverent hands laid him to rest amongst his own people, in the
church-yard of old St. Paul's, the hero of Gettysburg besides the hero of Fort McHenry. A granite obelisk marks the spot where
he fell on Cemetery Ridge. The sword which dropped from his dying grasp you may see it now in the Confederate Museum.
Such, comrades, was the soldier whose portrait we unveil tonight. As I stand
before you my thoughts leap back over the forty-five years that lie between, back to the day when I saw him leading his brigade
through the storm of shot and shell on the field of Gettysburg.
"None died on that field with greater glory than he, though many died, and
there was much glory." Yes, comrades, we know how many died whose names we hold in deathless honor--Edmonds and Owens, and
Patton, and Williams, and Allen, and Stewart, and Hodges, and Magruder, and the knightly Garnett.
The heart of Virginia was wrung with anguish. Her stately head was bowed in
grief. The flower of her chivalry fell in that fatal charge. But none fell so lamented as Armistead, none crowned the glory
like his. Many others had done valiantly, but he surpassed them all. He did a deed that was matchless, unique, without a parallel
on that field, when, leading his men with unflinching courage through the storm of fire, he pierced the enemy's line and fell
there in the Bloody Angle. Not Wolfe at Quebec, not Ney at Waterloo, every exhibited a greater example of heroism and devotion
than that displayed by our lamented chief.
The fame of his heroic deeds has spread through all the world. In every history
they stand recorded. A generous foe unites with us to honor his memory. The stolid Longstreet kindles with enthusiasm to tell
how "the noble Armistead fell on Cemetery Ridge by the wheels of the enemy's cannon."
And so, comrades, we present you now the portrait of a soldier, "without fear
and withour reproach," of one who, tried with fiery trials, was always equal to the test; who, true as steel to his convictions,
upheld on every field the honor of Virginia, and added yet another leaf to the chaplet of glory which shall forever encircle
her queenly head. He comes to take his place in this "Hall of Fame" with the heroes of our heroic age, who leaped to arms
forty-eight years ago, at the call of Virginia, and followed even unto death that starry cross which was to them the very
symbol of duty and of self-sacrifice.
He comes to take his rightful place with Ashby and Pelham and Jackson, with
Stuart and Pegram and A. P. Hill. They welcome him, this noble band, they hail him as a kindred spirit, as a comrade true.
Our peerless Lee, we may well believe, looks with approval on this scene.
Long may that portrait hang upon these walls. May it show to all the word
what men they were who followed once the banner of Lee. And if ever again the youth of Virginia are called to contend on the
field of battle for her honor and her rights, may one glance at that noble face nerve their hearts with unflinching determination
to do or die in her defence.
Hail then, unconquered chief, "Dead" once, like Latour d'Auvergne, "on the
field of honor." We welcome thee to thy predestined place, "numbered now among the immortals."
(Source: Southern Historical Society Papers, Vol. 37, pp.144-151)
Recommended Reading: Pickett's Charge,
by George Stewart. Description: The author has written
an eminently readable, thoroughly enjoyable, and well-researched book on the third day of the Gettysburg battle, July 3, 1863. An especially rewarding read if one has toured, or plans
to visit, the battlefield site. The author's unpretentious, conversational style of writing succeeds in putting the reader
on the ground occupied by both the Confederate and Union forces before, during and after
Pickett's and Pettigrew's famous assault on Meade's Second Corps. Continued below...
Interspersed
with humor and down-to-earth observations concerning battlefield conditions, the author conscientiously describes all aspects
of the battle, from massing of the assault columns and pre-assault artillery barrage to the last shots and the flight of the
surviving rebels back to the safety of their lines… Having visited Gettysburg several years ago, this superb volume makes me
want to go again.
Recommended
Reading:
Pickett's Charge--The Last Attack at Gettysburg (Hardcover). Description: Pickett's Charge
is probably the best-known military engagement of the Civil War, widely regarded as the defining moment of the battle of Gettysburg and celebrated as the high-water mark of the Confederacy.
But as Earl Hess notes, the epic stature of Pickett's Charge has grown at the expense of reality, and the facts of the attack
have been obscured or distorted by the legend that surrounds them. With this book, Hess sweeps away the accumulated myths
about Pickett's Charge to provide the definitive history of the engagement. Continued below...
Drawing on
exhaustive research, especially in unpublished personal accounts, he creates a moving narrative of the attack from both Union and Confederate perspectives,
analyzing its planning, execution, aftermath, and legacy. He also examines the history of the units involved, their state
of readiness, how they maneuvered under fire, and what the men who marched in the ranks thought about their participation
in the assault. Ultimately, Hess explains, such an approach reveals Pickett's Charge both as a case study in how soldiers
deal with combat and as a dramatic example of heroism, failure, and fate on the battlefield.
Recommended Reading: Gettysburg: A Testing of Courage. Description: America's Civil War raged for more than four years, but it is the three days of fighting in the Pennsylvania countryside in July 1863 that continues to fascinate, appall, and inspire new
generations with its unparalleled saga of sacrifice and courage. From Chancellorsville, where General Robert E. Lee launched
his high-risk campaign into the North, to the Confederates' last daring and ultimately-doomed act, forever known as Pickett's
Charge, the battle of Gettysburg gave the Union army a victory that turned back the boldest and perhaps greatest chance for
a Southern nation. Continued below...
Now, acclaimed
historian Noah Andre Trudeau brings the most up-to-date research available to a brilliant, sweeping, and comprehensive history
of the battle of Gettysburg that sheds fresh light on virtually every aspect of it. Deftly balancing his own
narrative style with revealing firsthand accounts, Trudeau brings this engrossing human tale to life as never before.
Recommended Reading:
Pickett's Charge in History and Memory. Description: Pickett's Charge--the Confederates' desperate (and failed) attempt to break the Union
lines on the third and final day of the Battle of Gettysburg--is best remembered as the turning point of the U.S. Civil War.
But Penn State
historian Carol Reardon reveals how hard it is to remember the past accurately, especially when an event such as this one
so quickly slipped into myth. She writes, "From the time the battle smoke cleared, Pickett's Charge took on this chameleon-like
aspect and, through a variety of carefully constructed nuances, adjusted superbly to satisfy the changing needs of Northerners,
Southerners, and, finally, the entire nation." Continued below...
With
care and detail, Reardon's fascinating book teaches a lesson in the uses and misuses of history.
Recommended Reading: The Maps of Gettysburg:
The Gettysburg Campaign, June 3 - July 13, 1863
(Hardcover). Description: More academic and photographic accounts on the battle of Gettysburg
exist than for all other battles of the Civil War combined-and for good reason. The three-days of maneuver, attack, and counterattack
consisted of literally scores of encounters, from corps-size actions to small unit engagements. Despite all its coverage,
Gettysburg remains one of the most complex and difficult to
understand battles of the war. Author Bradley Gottfried offers a unique approach to the study of this multifaceted engagement.
The Maps of Gettysburg plows new ground in the study of the campaign by breaking down the entire campaign in 140 detailed
original maps. These cartographic originals bore down to the regimental level, and offer Civil Warriors a unique and fascinating
approach to studying the always climactic battle of the war. Continued below...
The Maps of
Gettysburg offers thirty "action-sections" comprising the entire campaign. These include the march to and from the battlefield,
and virtually every significant event in between. Gottfried's original maps further enrich each "action-section." Keyed to
each piece of cartography is detailed text that includes hundreds of soldiers' quotes that make the Gettysburg
story come alive. This presentation allows readers to easily and quickly find a map and text on virtually any portion of the
campaign, from the great cavalry clash at Brandy Station on June 9, to the last Confederate withdrawal of troops across the
Potomac River on July 15, 1863. Serious students of the battle will appreciate the extensive
and authoritative endnotes. They will also want to bring the book along on their trips to the battlefield… Perfect for
the easy chair or for stomping the hallowed ground of Gettysburg,
The Maps of Gettysburg promises to be a seminal work that belongs on the bookshelf of every serious and casual student of
the battle.
Recommended
Reading: General Lee's
Army: From Victory to Collapse. Review: You cannot say that University of North Carolina
professor Glatthaar (Partners in Command) did not do his homework in this massive examination of the Civil War–era lives
of the men in Robert E. Lee's Army of Northern Virginia. Glatthaar spent nearly 20 years examining and ordering primary source
material to ferret out why Lee's men fought, how they lived during the war, how they came close to winning, and why they lost.
Glatthaar marshals convincing evidence to challenge the often-expressed notion that the war in the South was a rich man's
war and a poor man's fight and that support for slavery was concentrated among the Southern upper class. Continued below...
Lee's army
included the rich, poor and middle-class, according to the author, who contends that there was broad support for the war in
all economic strata of Confederate society. He also challenges the myth that because Union forces outnumbered and materially
outmatched the Confederates, the rebel cause was lost, and articulates Lee and his army's acumen and achievements in the face
of this overwhelming opposition. This well-written work provides much food for thought for all Civil War buffs.
Recommended
Reading:
ONE CONTINUOUS FIGHT: The Retreat from Gettysburg and
the Pursuit of Lee's Army of Northern Virginia, July 4-14, 1863 (Hardcover) (June
2008). Description: The titanic three-day
battle of Gettysburg left 50,000 casualties in its wake, a
battered Southern army far from its base of supplies, and a rich historiographic legacy. Thousands of books and articles cover
nearly every aspect of the battle, but not a single volume focuses on the military aspects of the monumentally important movements
of the armies to and across the Potomac River. One Continuous Fight: The Retreat from Gettysburg and the Pursuit of Lee's Army of Northern Virginia, July
4-14, 1863 is the first detailed military history of Lee's retreat and the Union effort to catch and destroy the wounded Army
of Northern Virginia. Against steep odds and encumbered with thousands of casualties, Confederate commander Robert E. Lee's
post-battle task was to successfully withdraw his army across the Potomac River. Union commander George G. Meade's equally
difficult assignment was to intercept the effort and destroy his enemy. The responsibility for defending the exposed Southern
columns belonged to cavalry chieftain James Ewell Brown (JEB) Stuart. If Stuart fumbled his famous ride north to Gettysburg, his generalship during the retreat more than redeemed his
flagging reputation. The ten days of retreat triggered nearly two dozen skirmishes and major engagements, including fighting
at Granite Hill, Monterey Pass, Hagerstown, Williamsport, Funkstown,
Boonsboro, and Falling Waters. Continued
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President Abraham
Lincoln was thankful for the early July battlefield victory, but disappointed that General Meade was unable to surround and
crush the Confederates before they found safety on the far side of the Potomac. Exactly what Meade did to try to intercept the fleeing Confederates, and how the
Southerners managed to defend their army and ponderous 17-mile long wagon train of wounded until crossing into western Virginia on the early morning of July 14, is the subject of this study.
One Continuous Fight draws upon a massive array of documents, letters, diaries, newspaper accounts, and published primary
and secondary sources. These long-ignored foundational sources allow the authors, each widely known for their expertise in
Civil War cavalry operations, to describe carefully each engagement. The result is a rich and comprehensive study loaded with
incisive tactical commentary, new perspectives on the strategic role of the Southern and Northern cavalry, and fresh insights
on every engagement, large and small, fought during the retreat. The retreat from Gettysburg
was so punctuated with fighting that a soldier felt compelled to describe it as "One Continuous Fight." Until now, few students
fully realized the accuracy of that description. Complimented with 18 original maps, dozens of photos, and a complete driving
tour with GPS coordinates of the entire retreat, One Continuous Fight is an essential book for every student of the American
Civil War in general, and for the student of Gettysburg in
particular. About the Authors: Eric J. Wittenberg has written widely on Civil War cavalry operations. His books include Glory
Enough for All (2002), The Union Cavalry Comes of Age (2003), and The Battle of Monroe's Crossroads and the Civil War's Final
Campaign (2005). He lives in Columbus, Ohio.
J. David Petruzzi is the author of several magazine articles on Eastern Theater cavalry operations, conducts tours of cavalry
sites of the Gettysburg Campaign, and is the author of the popular "Buford's Boys." A long time student of the Gettysburg
Campaign, Michael Nugent is a retired US Army Armored Cavalry Officer and the descendant of a Civil War Cavalry soldier. He
has previously written for several military publications. Nugent lives in Wells, Maine.
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