to the character of the individual.  His military genius will always be conceded, and his figure remain a conspicuous landmark in history; but this does not account for the fact that his very enemies love the man.  His private character is the origin of this sentiment.  The people of the North, no less than the people of the South, feel that Lee was truly great; and the harshest critic has been able to find nothing to detract from this view of him.  The soldier was great, but the man himself was greater.  No one was ever simpler, truer, or more honest.  Those who knew him best loved him the most.  Reserved and silent, with a bearing of almost austere dignity, he impressed many persons as cold and unsympathetic, and his true character was long in revealing itself to the world.  To-day all men know what his friends knew during his life—­that under the grave exterior of the soldier, oppressed with care and anxiety, beat a warm and kindly heart, full of an even extraordinary gentleness and sweetness; that the man himself was not cold, or stiff, or harsh, but patient, forbearing, charitable under many trials of his equanimity, and magnanimous without effort, from the native impulse of his heart.  Friend and foe thus to-day regard him with much the same sentiment, as a genuinely honest man, incapable of duplicity in thought or deed, wholly good and sincere, inspired always under all temptations by that prisca fides which purifies and ennobles, and resolutely bent, in the dark hour, as in the bright, on the full performance of his duty.  “Duty is the sublimest word in our language,” he wrote to his son; and, if we add that other august maxim, “Human virtue should be equal to human calamity,” we shall have in a few words a summary of the principles which inspired Lee.

The crowning grace of this man, who was thus not only great but good, was the humility and trust in God, which lay at the foundation of his character.  Upon this point we shall quote the words of a gentleman of commanding intellect, a bitter opponent of the South in the war: 

“Lee is worthy of all praise.  As a man, he was fearless among men.  As a soldier, he had no superior and no equal.  In the course of Nature my career on earth may soon terminate.  God grant that, When the day of my death shall come, I may look up to Heaven with that confidence and faith which the life and character of Robert E. Lee gave him.  He died trusting in God as a good man, with a good life, and a pure conscience.”

He had lived, as he died, with this supreme trust in an overruling and merciful Providence; and this sentiment, pervading his whole being, was the origin of that august calmness with which he greeted the most crushing disasters of his military career.  His faith and humble trust sustained him after the war, when the woes of the South wellnigh broke his great spirit; and he calmly expired, as a weary child falls asleep, knowing that its father is near.