"STONEWALL JACKSON" IS KILLED.
I almost dread to take you back to see what the army of
the Potomac has been doing all this time. While this
Army of the West had been so full of success, the Eastern
army had met only with defeat.
McClellan, you remember, had been taken from the command,
and Burnside had been put in his place. Burnside had
made that one unfortunate attack upon Lee in Fredericksburg,
and had then settled down in huts by the river side
for the winter. Burnside had never felt that he was equal
 to the guiding of such an army, and now at the beginning
of this year, 1863, he resigned his position; and Gen.
Hooker—called "Fighting Joe"—was given the command.
Gen. Hooker was wide awake. He began at once getting
the army in training for a new start.
His first move was to quietly cross the river, and creep
up to Lee's army in Fredericksburg. This he did with such
success, that Lee knew nothing about it, till he heard the
army at Chancellorsville, just outside of Fredericksburg.
Lee did not care to he attacked in the city; so he marched
out to meet Hooker. This attack was managed by "Stonewall
Jackson," the General whose very name the Union
soldiers had learned to fear.
All day long the battle raged; and a sad day it was for
the Union soldiers. Just at its close, Jackson, who had
been the very life of the battle, was hurrying towards a
company of his own men, when they, mistaking him in the
smoke and fire of the battle for a Union man, fired upon
him. He was terribly wounded; but, lived on for several
days, full of hope to the very last that he should yet be
able to take his place again in the battle field.
When Lee heard that Jackson had lost his left arm he
wrote to him, "You have lost your left arm; but I, in losing
you, have lost my right arm."
Indeed, the loss of Stonewall Jackson was a death blow
to Lee, and to the Confederate cause. Gaining ten battles
 could not make up for it. Jackson, sturdy old soldier that
he was, believing fully in the Confederate side, loving his
State flag with all his heart, was indeed the General of the
Confederates. Wherever he was, rallying his men, there
was sure to be victory. Powerful, honest, brave soldier
that he was, it seems a pity that his life should have been
lost in fighting for a wrong cause.