Books with author Lasalle Corbell Pickett

Why do I write this book? To add my tribute to the memory of my hero husband and the noble men who fol lowed him through the trials, dangers and hardships of a four years' war. The impulse which moves me is love, and I have endeavored that nothing should be written unworthy of that motive. If anything expressed or implied shall give pain to any, whether he wore the gray or the blue, it is contrary to the purpose or the wishes of the author — contrary to the chivalrous soul of the soldier and patriot, George E. Pickett, whose courage and constancy this work is intended to commemorate. In the compilation of this record the reader must know that I could not bring personal witness to the events described. They are based upon the official and other re ports of eye-witnesses and participants. In treating of the maneuvers and engagements herein mentioned, I have excluded every disparaging statement which the facts of history and justice to all participants would possibly permit. I have purposely avoided reading histories of the conflict by authors on both sides, and based my own narrative upon original material, to avoid the possibility of traveling over ground already covered by others. Upon the battle-field I visited last year grew a wonderful wealth of white daisies, piled drift upon drift like the banks of snow that glitter in the light of the winter sun. So blossom the flowers of peace and love and hope in the hearts which yet fondly cherish the memory of the long-gone days of darkness and of blood.

There are some events with which we have become so familiar by report that we can scarcely believe they did not happen within our own recollection. Thus it is with my advent into earthly existence. Not long before the time at which I was expected to arrive in this vale of thorns and flowers my father's only brother was seriously ill. It became necessary for my father to accompany him to Philadelphia to consult an eminent surgeon. For months it had been definitely settled that I was to be a boy, for all was grist that came to my father's mill. No shadow of a doubt of my manhood clouded the family mind. My health had been drunk at the clubs and in the homes, and especially at the neighborhood functions, the fox hunts, and the name of Thomas La Salle had already been given me. "L'homme propose et Dieu surprend," and so did I, for, most unexpectedly, I made my arrival in the middle of the night, the middle of the week, the middle of the month, almost the middle of the year, near the middle of the century, and in the middle of a hail-storm. Confident that I was a boy, the family had all hoped that I would be considerate enough to postpone my coming at least until my father's return, but with perverse discourtesy and want of filial regard, I would not wait. Of course, there was no one ready to receive me. I have borne the blame for this untimely début, but it was really the fault of the barn which, in the early part of the evening, had caught fire and been burned to the ground. The excitement had passed and the sleep of exhaustion that follows disrupting events had settled over all when again there was confusion; this time owing to my inconsiderate haste to present myself. The keys to the stable door could not be found. There was no time to hunt for them, so the hinges were pried off and Fannie Kemble, the fleetest and safest horse in the stable, was hurriedly called from her dreams. My young uncle, afterwards a gallant Confederate officer, Colonel J. J. Phillips, was routed out and, barefoot and mounted upon the horse without saddle or bridle, rode post haste for our family physician, treasuring the grievance to reproach me with in after years when I would give evidence of a too impetuous disposition. In my eagerness to fly to the ills I knew not of, I would not await the arrival of the medical man and, spurning his assistance, defying them all, made my "ingress into life, naked and bare."

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George Edward Pickett was born in Richmond on Sept. 13, 1825, and was graduated from West Point in 1846. During the Mexican War, he fought at Contreras and Churubusco, acquitting himself so well at Chapultepec that he was awarded the brevet of a first lieutenant. Later he served in Washington Territory and at Army posts elsewhere in the West. On June 25, 1861, he resigned his commission, and a month later, he became a colonel in the Confederate Army. Henceforth, his war experience would be almost entirely confined to Virginia. ─Peter Cliffe, THE WASHINGTON TIMES, July 25, 2006. LaSalle (she changed her name from Sallie Ann) Corbell and George Pickett wed on September 15, 1863, when George was thirty-eight and his adoring bride no more than twenty-two. This was Pickett's second legal marriage. His first wife had died in childbirth in November 1851, and he fathered a son by an Indian woman while serving with the United States Infantry in the Pacific Northwest a few years before the Civil War. ─Gregory J. W. Urwin, Arkansas Historical Quarterly, Vol. 59, No. 2, Summer 2000. In January 1862, by then commanding a division in the Army of Northern Virginia, he was promoted to brigadier general. Pickett saw action at Gaines Mill (third of the Seven Days’ battles) on June 27, in an indecisive battle that cost Lee too many men. In October, he became a major general. He was at Fredericksburg in December when Lee thrashed an unbelievably inept Gen. Ambrose Burnside. Pickett is probably best remembered for his ill-fated charge on July 3, 1863, the third day of Gettysburg, against strongly positioned Federals on Cemetery Ridge. These letters were mostly written from the field and may reveal a side of military life not often written about in history books. They range from details of battles, his grief at the loss of men, and even chatty gossip.

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