James Ewell Brown Stuart

[The General]

143 years ago today, the Army of the Potomac’s Cavalry Corps clashed with Fitzhugh Lee’s division of the Army of Northern Virginia’s Cavalry Corps a few miles north of Richmond at a place called Yellow Tavern. After a long, hard fight, the men of Brig. Gen. Williams C. Wickham’s brigade began giving way in the face of a determined attack by George Custer’s Michigan Cavalry Brigade. Maj. Gen. J.E.B. Stuart, the Confederate cavalry chief, dashed forward to try to rally his troopers and received a mortal wound to the abdomen from one of the Wolverines. Stuart died in Richmond the next day after a long night of suffering. When Robert E. Lee heard of Stuart’s death, he wept and was heard to say, “He never brought me a wrong piece of information.”

Jeb Stuart was perhaps the finest all-around cavalryman ever produced by the United States Army. Stuart had a real gift for the traditional roles of cavalry, scouting, screening, and reconnaissance, and did it better than anyone has before or since. He was quite literally the eyes and ears of the army, and Robert E. Lee leaned harder on Stuart than on any other subordinate except perhaps James Longstreet. I genuinely believe that this explains Lee’s being so disconcerted at Gettysburg–not because the cavalry wasn’t there, but rather because the man he depended upon most heavily for accurate information about the enemy was not there. In May 1864, Stuart was 31, at the height of his fame and glory, and was known as the laughing cavalier. He had a real zest for life, and he loved to sing, flirt with the ladies, and always had a good time. His personal theme song, “If you want to have some fun, jine the cav’ry” certainly sums up his philosophy of life–fun.

At the same time, Stuart could be serious as a heart attack when he needed to be. He was capable on the battlefield, and did a magnificent job handling a huge infantry corps at Chancellorsville after Jackson received his mortal wound. In short, this man was flat out competent at virtually everything he did.

That’s not to say he was without flaws. Prideful, ambitious, and always looking for an opportunity for personal glory, I tend to think that Stuart fell at just the right moment. He will be forever the gallant young hero, struck down at the height of his fame, a symbol of the Confederacy. I suspect that had he lived, Stuart would have had a difficult time adapting to the changing and evolving role of horse soldiers. By the spring of 1864, with its men armed with repeating carbines that laid down a great deal of fire power, and with new commanders, the Army of the Potomac’s Cavalry Corps was becoming a potent offensive weapon and de-emphasizing the traditional roles of the cavalry, scouting, screening, and reconnaissance. I don’t know that Stuart would have been able to adapt to these changes and maintain his luster. Wade Hampton, a solid fighting man, adapted well to dismounted fighting that closely resembled infantry tactics, but I rather doubt that Stuart would have been able to make that transition cleanly or easily. I suspect that, had he lived, much of the luster would have rubbed off.

When Stuart fell, some of the spirit of fun left the Army of Northern Virginia forever. Its Cavalry Corps would never be the same again. Fortunately, Hampton was extremely competent in his own right, and he earned permanent command of the Cavalry Corps through his superb battlefield performance. Make no mistake, though: it was no longer jine the cav’ry if you want to have some fun. Hampton was a grim, serious warrior, and he had none of the sense of fun possessed by Stuart.

Here’s to Maj. Gen. James Ewell Brown Stuart, the legendary Virginia cavalier who redefined mounted operations, who received a mortal wound at the Battle of Yellow Tavern 143 years ago today.
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"If you want to have some fun, jine the cav'ry!"

[MarylandReb]

would have been an interesting man to meet! And I can understand how men loved and followed him!
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He who finds no pleasure in a naked sword, a falcon's flight, a noble horse, a beautiful woman, has no real lust for life. (Early German Sword inscription)

Mark