Clyde, Ohio, August 8, 1864.
To General Grant:
Dear Sir:—I
hope you will pardon me for troubling you with the perusal of these few lines
from the trembling hand of the aged grandma of our beloved General James B.
McPherson, who fell in battle. When it was announced at his funeral, from the
public print, that when General Grant heard of his death he went into his tent
and wept like a child, my heart went out in thanks to you for the interest you
manifested in him while he was with you. I have watched his progress from
infancy up. In childhood he was obedient and kind; in manhood, interesting,
noble, and persevering, looking to the wants of others. Since he entered the
war, others can appreciate his worth more than I can. When it was announced to
us by telegraph that our loved one had fallen, our hearts were almost rent
asunder; but when we heard the Commander-in-Chief could weep with us too, we
felt, sir, that you have been as a father to him, and this whole nation is
mourning his early death. I wish to inform you that his remains were conducted
by a kind guard to the very parlor where he spent a cheerful evening in 1861
with his widowed mother, two brothers, an only sister, and his aged
grandmother, who is now trying to write. In the morning he took his leave at
six o'clock, little dreaming he should fall by a ball from the enemy. His
funeral services were attended in his mother's orchard, where his youthful feet
had often pressed the soil to gather the falling fruit; and his remains are
resting in the silent grave scarce half a mile from the place of his birth. His
grave is on an eminence but a few rods from where the funeral services were
attended, and near the grave of his father.
The grave, no doubt, will be marked, so that passers by will
often stop and drop a tear over the dear departed. And now, dear friend, a few
lines from you would be gratefully received by the afflicted friends. I pray
that the God of battles may be with you, and go forth with your arms till
rebellion shall cease, the Union be restored, and the old flag wave over our
entire land.
With much respect, I remain your friend,
Lydia Slocum,
Aged 87 years and 4
months.
SOURCE: Phineas Camp Headley, The Life and Campaigns of General U. S. Grant, p. 517-8
