Near Warrenton Junction, Va., July 28, '63.
There is one thing I can bear testimony to, and that is,
your son's wonderful talent in making himself one of the most accomplished
officers 1 know in the army, in two months' time. Col. Hall, our brig, commander,
tells me that it was not wonderful to him after knowing his brother at West
Point. His memory and application were so great that in a month's time he knew
the whole book of Tactics and Regulations, and commanded a division on
battalion and brigade drill as well as any old officer, besides doing all his
guard and police duty, with an exactness, a vigor, an enthusiasm that the
comdg. of. in vain tried to stimulate in some of the older officers, sparing
neither himself nor his men. When Lt. Paine was Officer of the Guard, his
influence was felt by the remotest sentinel on the outskirts of the town. His
intelligence and discipline and indomitable resolution, were so fully
recognized by Col. Macy that he often spoke of promoting him over nearly all
the other 2d Lts., in fact over all with the exception of Summerhayes.
Besides Lt. Summerhayes who saw him as I have described, he
was seen by Lt. Perkins during the action; his face, according to both,
actually glowing with pleasure, as it used to in Falmouth when he had the best
of an argument. I saw him immediately the battle was over, and had the body
taken to a small barn in the rear. He was lying flat on his back, close to the
clump of trees within fifteen feet of the rail fence where the rebels were
forced to halt. His face though very white, was absolutely calm and natural. He
was shot through one of his arms and the breast on the same side, which, nobody
can remember, whether by a case bullet or by a musket bullet, I can't say, but
certainly not by a fragment. One foot was bent clear out from the leg at the
ankle, and the ankle was apparently broken by a fragment of a shell.
SOURCE: Sarah Cushing Paine, Compiler and Charles Henry
Pope, Editor, Paine Ancestry: The Family of Robert Treat Paine, Signer
of the Declaration of Independence, p. 325-6