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eral Grant or should I introduce them? I only
felt they were delightful and most distinguished-
looking men and forgot their large part in the war.

One, now a senator, knew Gane Grant and
advanced and spoke to him. The other, always
very calm and deliberate, seemed very much so
now ; and his tall spare figure and gray head seemed
to rise higher as he came forward and was intro-
duced——his cousin the senator saying also some-
thing in introduction.

The change in General Grant’s face struck me.
It was lit with a large feeling and the gravity with
which he offered his hand meant something, I felt
sure.

Suddenly it came to me — SHILOH!

My cousin was the devoted son of his noble
father, Albert Sidney Johnston.

To me the rush of painful ideas was sickening,
but both the men behaved with beautiful dignity.

Was it not strange those names, Grant, John-
ston, Benton (the Gunboat), once met in war at
Shiloh, should after so many years meet at a
martiage-feast to be united in good wishes and
kind feeling?

Among the thousand expressions of sympathy, I
am told General Grant was greatly touched by that
from the annual meeting of Southern soldiers on
the anniversary of Shiloh—its presiding officer
this son of General Johnston, and his scholarly
hand evident in the compact message breathing
only manly pity and Christian feeling.

I would like to think that brief look into each
other, at the happy marriage, had some part in this
gentle veiling of the face of war.