That autumn I was offered the position of Lt. and A. D. C. on the staffof my brother, W. H. F. Lee, just promoted from the colonelcy of the9th Virginia Cavalry to the command of a brigade in the same arm ofthe service. My father had told me when I joined the army to do mywhole duty faithfully, not to be rash about volunteering for any serviceout of my regular line, and always to accept promotion. Afterconsulting him, it was decided that I should take the position offered,and he presented me with a horse and one of his swords. My promotionnecessitated my having an honourable discharge as a private, from theranks, and this I obtained in the proper way from General "Stonewall"Jackson, commanding the corps of which my company was a part, and wasthus introduced for the first time to that remarkable man. Havingserved in his command since my enlistment, I had been seeing him daily."Old Jack," at a distance, was as familiar to me as one of the batteryguns, but I had never met him, and felt much awe at being ushered intohis presence. This feeling, however, was groundless, for he wasseemingly so much embarrassed by the interview that I really felt sorryfor him before he dismissed me with my discharge papers, properly madeout and signed.