, his indecision or proneness to delay had made its
campaigns the laughing-stock of the world. His brilliant Staff clattered
at his heels; but glittering surroundings were powerless to avert the
memories of a winter's inactivity at Manassas, the delay at Yorktown,
the blunders on the Chickahominy, or the disgrace of the day after
Antietam. How closely such memories thronged upon this thinking
soldiery, and how little men who leave families and business for the
field, from the necessity of the case, care for men if their measures
are unsuccessful, may be imagined, when the fact is known that this
same Little Mac, once so great a favorite through efforts of the Press
and officers with whom he had peopled the places in his gift, received
his last cheers from some Divisions of that same Army by word of
command.

"A long farewell to all his greatness."

Imbecile in politics as in war, he cannot retrieve it by cringing to
party purposes. The desire that actuates our masses and demands able and
earnest leaders has long since dissolved party lines.

This leave-taking was followed a few days later by that of the Corps
Commander. Troubled looks, shadows that preceded his dark future, were
plainly visible as the Prince passed up and down the lines of his late
command.

Another day passed, and with light hearts the men brightened their
muskets for a Review by their new Commander, Major-General Burnside, or
"Burney," as they popularly called the Hero of Carolina celebrity.

But the day did not seem to be at hand that should have completed the
reform by sweeping and garnishing disaffected, not to say disloyal
Head-Quarters--removing from command men who were merely martinets, and
who were in addition committed body and soul to the interests of their
late Commander, and who, had they been in receipt of compensation from
Richmond, could not have more completely labored by their half-hearted,
inefficient, and tyrannizing course, to crush the spirit of our
soldiery.

"What's the matter with Old Pigey?" inquired a Sergeant, detailed on
guard duty at Division Head-Quarters, as he saluted his Captain, on one
of these evenings at Warrenton.

"Why?" rejoined the Captain.

"The General," continued the Sergeant, "was walking up and down in front
of his marquee almost all of last night, talking to himself, muttering,
and at almost every other step stamping and swearing. He had a bully old
mad on, I tell you, Captain. He went