There were very few officers in either the Federal or the Confederate army who acquired a higher distinction in the late unfortunate war for gallantry, heroism and skill than General Wade Hampton. No one had more entirely the confidence of his command in battle, or was more loved and admired by his troops in camp. This popularity has followed him home in peace, and he is now the idol of his old soldiers and the admiration of those brave men against whom he fought in so many bloody fields of battle. There was no one, in the recent Democratic Convention in New York, a greater lion with Northern delegates than General Hampton. Whenever he rose in that body, and his name was announced, he was greeted with shouts of applause. Well may he be entitled, from his high and pure character, to be styled the Bayard of the South. He was the Achilles Murat of the cavalry.
General Hampton was the son of Colonel Wade Hampton, one of General Jackson's aides-de-camp in the battle of New Orleans, and the grandson of General Wade Hampton of the Revolutionary army. In three successive wars these three generations of Hamptons have been conspicuous for their bold and daring gallantry. They were all South Carolinians, and the largest planters in the Southern States. The greatgrandfather of the present General Wade Hampton moved from North Carolina and settled in Spartanburg district previous to the American Revolution, and he and his wife, one son and a grandson were all massacred by the Indians at the breaking out of the war, in their own house! Another son was murdered by the Tories, whilst seated at the table with his family, eating their