colours in our hands."

During the engagement, about 3 P. M., my brother, General W. H. F. Lee,
my commanding officer, was severely wounded. In a letter dated the
11th of the month, my father writes to my mother:

"...My supplications continue to ascend for you, my children, and my
country. When I last wrote I did not suppose that Fitzhugh would be
soon sent to the rear disabled, and I hope it will be for a short time.
I saw him the night after the battle--indeed, met him on the field
as they were bringing him from the front. He is young and healthy,
and I trust will soon be up again. He seemed to be more concerned
about his brave men and officers, who had fallen in the battle, than
about himself...."

It was decided, the next day, to send my brother to "Hickory Hill,"
the home of Mr. W. F. Wickham, in Hanover County, about twenty miles
from Richmond, and I was put in charge of him to take him there and
to be with him until his wound should heal. Thus it happened that I
did not meet my father again until after Gettysburg had been fought,
and the army had recrossed into Virginia, almost to the same place I
had left it. My father wrote my brother a note the morning after he
was wounded, before he left Culpeper. It shows his consideration and
tenderness:

"My Dear Son: I send you a dispatch, received from C. last night.
I hope you are comfortable this morning. I wish I could see you, but
I cannot. Take care of yourself, and make haste and get well and
return. Though I scarcely ever saw you, it was a great comfort to
know that you were near and with me. I could think of you and hope