Democratic Sentinel, Volume 8, Number 50, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 January 1885 — Meeting of Grant and Beauregard. [ARTICLE]

Meeting of Grant and Beauregard.

It is a mistake in heroes whenever they neglect to be six feet in height. Two men met in the publication ortico of a New Y'ork magazine, for which both had agreed to write articles. They were introduced to each other, and I watched them very interestedly, because they were Gen. Grant and Gen. Beauregard. The visible splendors of war had departed from them with their uniforms, and their civilian coats were even glossed by wear in spots where gold lace once had shone. Grant walked heavily with a cane, never having entirely recovered from the hurt to his hip in a fall on an icy sidewalk. His hair and whiskers had the shapes made familiar by his portraits, but his lowness of stature was deplorable, because he was rather slouchy and fat as well. He looked more like a plain, matter-of-fact merchant than the formost general of a great war. Beauregard’s head was all that could be desired by an admirer, for it had close-cropped white hair, a mustache and imperial of the same hue, and the outlines of a military model, but he needed six inches more of body and legs in order to, inspire any sense of grandeur. Did they fall into heated antagonism, as champinns of once opposed hosts?? Not fit all. They did not so much as discuss the struggle calmly. Their topic was Grant’s lameness, which he said he did not expect to ever get rid of, and Beauregard’s rheumatism, which he ascribed to the changeable Northern climate. Grant invited Beauregard to call on him, and Beauregard replied that he would be delighted to do so—all in the manner of men who might or might not mean it. There were only two remarks which remotely had reference to the rebellion. “I don’t see that you have changed much in twenty years, ” said Grant. “I have always believed that my campaigning did me a world of good, physically,” replied Beauregard.— Chicago Herald. _ ».