Part 32 (2/2)
”With affectionate love, Your father,
”R. E. Lee.
”Miss Mildred Lee.”
The ”White House,” my brother's home at that time, is on the Pamunkey River, about twenty-five miles north of ”s.h.i.+rley.” From my father's letter it is evident he had thought of driving over, instead of going by boat and rail through Richmond. This plan was abandoned when his daughter determined to accompany him, as a lady's baggage, even in those days, was too voluminous for private conveyance. Mr. Wm. Harrison lived at ”Upper Brandon” and Mr. George Harrison at ”Middle Brandon.” The mistress of ”Lower Brandon,” the old historic home, was Mrs. Isabella Ritchie Harrison, widow of the late George Harrison. Miss Jennie, referred to in the above letter, was Miss Virginia Ritchie, sister of Mrs. Harrison. She had succeeded in having a post-office established at ”Lower Brandon” and herself made postmistress. This was done for the convenience of the ”Brandons” and the immediate neighbourhood. The proceeds Miss Jennie gave to the ”Brandon” church.
Of his visit to ”s.h.i.+rley,” his mother's home when she was a girl, and where she was married to ”Light Horse Harry,” I can find no account written at the time. It is a few hours from ”Brandon” to ”s.h.i.+rley” by steamer on the beautiful James, and they arrived there Tuesday, May 10th, and left the following Thursday by steamer for Richmond. So says the ”Home Journal” kept at ”s.h.i.+rley.” All the country came to see him, and there was a large party to dinner. One of the daughters of the house, then a young girl, says:
”I can only remember the great dignity and kindness of General Lee's bearing, how lovely he was to all of us girls, that he gave us his photographs and write his name on them. He liked to have us tickle his hands, but when Cousin Agnes came to sit by him that seemed to be her privilege. We regarded him with the greatest veneration. We had heard of G.o.d, but here was General Lee!”
My mother was now at the ”White House.” I will here introduce portions of a letter of the 9th and 13th of May from her to her daughter in Lexington, telling of my father's arrival on the 12th:
”'White House,' May 9, 1870.
”Fitzhugh took us on a delightful drive this morning, dear Mildred, to Tunstall's, where we got your letter, and Markie got nine, including yours, so we were much gratified with our excursion. The road was fine, with the exception of a few mud-holes, and the woods lovely with wild flowers and dogwood blossoms and with all the fragrance of early spring, the dark holly and pine intermingling with the delicate leaves just brought out by the genial season, daisies, wild violets, and heart's-ease. I have not seen so many wild flowers since I left Arlington....
”Thirteenth.-I determined, after commencing this, to wait and see your papa, who arrived last evening with Agnes. He looks fatter, but I do not like his complexion, and he seems still stiff. I have not yet had time to hear much of their tour, except a grand dinner given them at Mr. Benet's. Your papa sends his love, and says he will be in Lexington somewhere about the 24th....
”There is no news. The country becomes more lovely each day. The locust trees are in full bloom, and the polonia, the only tree left of all that were planted by poor Charlotte and myself. How all our labours have come to naught. The General has just come in. Robbie is riding on his knee, sitting as grave as a judge. He says now 'Markie,' 'Agnes,' and many other words, and calls me 'Bonne Mama.' We expect Rob this morning....
”Yours affectionately,
”M. C. Lee.”
At this time my father was persuaded to make me a visit. He had been invited before, when at different times he had been to the ”White House,” but something had hitherto always prevented his coming; now he decided to come. My ”Romanc.o.ke” farm was situated in King William County, on the opposite side of the Pamunkey River, and some fifteen miles east of ”White House.” We arrived there in the afternoon, having come down by the steamer, which at that time ran from ”White House” to Baltimore. ”Romanc.o.ke” had been always a dependency of the ”White House,” and was managed by an overseer who was subordinate to the manager on the latter estate. There was on it only a small house, of the size usual in our country for that character of property. I had taken possession in 1866, and was preparing to build a more comfortable residence, but in the meantime I lived in the house which had been occupied by the different overseers for about seventy-five years. Its accommodations were very limited, simple, and it was much out of repair. Owing to the settling of the underpinning in the centre, it had a.s.sumed a ”sway-backed” outline, which gave it the name of the ”broken-back house.” No repairs had been attempted, as I was preparing to build a new home.
My father, always dignified and self-contained, rarely gave any evidence of being astonished or startled. His self-control was great and his emotions were not on the surface, but when he entered and looked around my bachelor quarters he appeared really much shocked. As I was much better off in the matter of housekeeping than I had been for four years, I flattered myself that I was doing very well. I can appreciate fully now what he must have felt at the time. However, he soon rallied and concealed his dismay by making kindly fun of my surroundings. The next day at dinner he felt obliged to remark on my china, knives, and forks, and suggested that I might at least better my holdings in that line. When he got back to Richmond he sent me a full set of plated forks and spoons, which I have been using from that day to this. He walked and drove over the farm, discussed my plans for improvement, and was much interested in all my work, advising me about the site of my new house, new barns, ice-house, etc. He evidently enjoyed his visit, for the quiet and the rest were very refres.h.i.+ng.
About thirty miles, as the crow flies, from my place, down York River, is situated, in Gloucester County, ”White Marsh,” an old Virginia home which then belonged to Dr. Prosser Tabb, who with his wife and children was living there. Mrs. Tabb was a near cousin of my father, and as a little girl had been a pet and favourite. His affection and regard for her had lasted from his early manhood. He had seen but little of her since the war, and when ”Cousin Rebecca,” as we called her, learned he was to be at the ”White House,” she wrote begging him to pay her a visit. This he had agreed to do if it was possible.
While at the ”White House,” we had consulted together as to the best method of accomplis.h.i.+ng this trip, and we determined to make it from ”Romanc.o.ke.” So I drove him to West Point, and there got aboard the Baltimore steamer, taking my horse and trap with us. At Cappahoosic, a wharf on the York, we landed and drove the nine miles to ”White Marsh,” arriving at ”supper time,” as we still say in Virginia-i.e., about 7:30 P. M.
When General Lee got off on the wharf, so great was the desire of the pa.s.sengers and crew to see him, that they all went to the side of the boat, which caused her to list so that I was unable to get my horse out through the gangway until the captain had ordered every one to the other side. As the sun went down, it became chilly and I drove quite rapidly, anxious to get my father out of the night air as soon as possible. He said nothing at the time, nor did I know that he noticed my unusual speed. But afterward he remarked on it to several persons, saying:
”I think Rob drives unnecessarily fast.”
We were expected, and were met at the door by all the family and guests. A hearty welcome was given us. After supper he was the centre of the circle in the drawing-room, and made the acquaintance of the children of the house and of the friends and relatives of the family who were there. He said little, but all listened eagerly to what he did say, and were charmed with his pleasant smile and gracious manner. ”Cousin Rebecca” introduced him to her son-in-law, Captain Perrin, mentioning that he had been wounded in the war and was still lame from the effects. The General replied that at any rate he was all right now, for he had a pair of strong young feet to wait upon him, indicating his young wife.
As was customary in this section of Virginia, the house was full of visitors, and I shared my father's room and bed. Though many a year had pa.s.sed since we had been bedfellows, he told me that he remembered well the time when, as a little fellow, I had begged for this privilege. The next day he walked about the beautiful gardens, and was driven over the plantation and shown the landscapes and water views of the immediate neighborhood. Mr. Graves, Dr. Tabb's overseer, who had the honour of being his coachman, fully appreciated it, and was delighted when my father praised his management. He had been a soldier under the General, and had stoutly carried his musket to Appomatox, where he surrendered it. When told of this by Dr. Tabb, my father took occasion to compliment him on his steadfast endurance and courage, but Graves simply and sincerely replied,
”Yes, General, I stuck to the army, but if you had in your entire command a greater coward than I was, you ought to have had him shot.”
My father, who was greatly amused at his candour, spoke of it when he got back from his drive saying ”that sort of a coward makes a good soldier.”
That the drive had fatigued him was quite apparent to Cousin Rebecca, who begged him to go and lie down to rest, but he declined, though, finally, at her request, he consented to take a gla.s.s of wine. Mrs. Tabb was anxious to give a general reception that day in his honour, so that all the old soldiers in the country could have an opportunity of shaking hands with him, but at the General's request the idea was abandoned.
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