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RECOLLECTIONS OF A CONFEDERATE GENERAL BY JUBAL DE BROOKE
Liverpool, England, October, 1863.
My host rose at nine-thirty o’clock that morning – moderately early by his custom – and bade me attend him as he dressed. I knew from experience that this was a procedure requiring only fractionally less planning than Lee’s tactics for the battle of Chancellorsville, and prepared myself for a similarly lengthy encounter.
Arthur Harrowby was standing in breeches and shirt before a tall mirror, examining his fussily tousled hair. It created an aspect of heedless heroism that would doubtless have pleased Nelson or Byron, if they had attained Harrowby’s vintage.
“Good morning, my dear Jubal!” He began brightly, but then his voice plunged into thespian melancholy. “But look at me! I am having the
