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MAJOR GENERAL GEORGE GORDON MEADE
Before sunrise on June 28, 1863, three days before the opening shots
of the crucial battle of the war, a messenger woke George Meade in his
tent and informed him that he was now commander of the Army of the Potomac.
Meade was so surprised by the visit that when he first awoke to find
the man in his tent, his first thought was that he was being placed
under arrest, and he tried foggily to remember what he could have possibly
done to deserve it. He tried to decline the promotion, but was told
that it was impossible--the army was now his whether he liked it or
not.
The common response among the men, when they heard the news, was "What's
Meade ever done?" On horseback, he was not a figure that brought
forth wild waves of cheering. He was utterly lacking in charisma, incapable
of arousing men's enthusiasm by his mere presence as McClellan and Hooker
had done; even the incompetent Burnside looked downright Napoleonic
next to Meade. He gave more the impression of a dried-up professor than
the leader of a volunteer army. Tall and thin, near-sighted and rather
ungainly, at age forty-seven he looked considerably older. He was thin-faced
with a "small and compact" balding head, a grizzled beard,
large pouches under bespectacled blue eyes that were "serious,
almost sad," a great hawkish nose, and a broad high forehead. The
total effect was thoughtful and patrician.
And Meade was patrician, in a nineteenth-century Philadelphia sort of
way. Born in Cadiz, Spain of a prominent Philadelphia family with international
mercantile interests, he attended West Point, graduating in 1832 in
the upper third. On his twenty-fifth birthday he married Margaretta
Sergeant, daughter of John Sergeant, running mate of Henry Clay in the
1832 presidential election. Meade was, however, a completely unassuming
man. Col. Philip DeTrobriand, a brigade commander in the III Corps,
wrote that he "was more reserved than audacious, more modest than
presumptuous, on which account he treated his corps commanders more
as friends than as inferiors." Gen. Henry J. Hunt, his chief of
artillery, though never his close friend, was pleased to have him as
a commander because, in Hunt's opinion, Meade was a gentleman. There
was no trace of self-seeking in Meade's letters to his wife, such as
one written shortly before his promotion to command of the army. In
it he soberly analyzed his chances for appointment, and concluded, "I
do not . . . stand any chance, because have no friends, political or
others, who press or advance my claims or pretensions, and there are
so many others who are pressed by influential politicians that it is
folly to think I stand any chance upon mere merit alone. Besides, I
have not the vanity to think my capacity so pre-eminent, and I know
there are plenty of other equally competent with myself, though their
names may not have been so much mentioned."
One of Meade's qualifications was coolness under fire. On one occasion,
mounted with his staff, he surveyed the situation through field glasses,
while Rebel bullets whizzed and buzzed all around and the staff wished
he would find what he was looking for so they could all scramble back
to safety. He lowered his glasses slowly at last, and looked around
at his nervous staff, and remarked dryly that perhaps they had better
retire: "This is pretty hot; it may kill some of our horses."
His fearlessness had resulted in being wounded twice almost simultaneously
at the Battle of Glendale during the Peninsula campaign, once in the
fleshy part of the forearm, the other by a bullet which entered his
right side and exited an inch from his spine, just above the hip. At
Fredericksburg two bullets pierced his hat. At South Mountain, a spent
grapeshot badly bruised his thigh. His horse, "Old Baldy,"
was wounded under him at 2nd Bull Run and again at Antietam.
In his letters to his wife Meade showed a willingness to comment frankly
on every facet of the war effort. This love of truth and dedication
to duty may help explain an element of his nature which was universally
remarked upon by his contemporaries--his temper. An energetic, exacting
man, Meade was well known for his violent impatience with stupidity,
negligence, or laziness. He would erupt quickly in outbursts of rage
or annoyance, especially under the stress of active campaigning or a
pitched battle. As his aide Theodore Lyman expressed it: "I don't
know any thin old gentleman . . . who, when he is wrathy, exercises
less of Christian charity than my well-beloved chief!" Another
who worked with him put it this way: "I never saw a man in my life
who was so characterized by straightforward truthfulness as he is. .
. and woe to those, no matter who they are, who do not do it right!"
Though irritable and peppery under stress, his decisions were "always
founded in good reason," and while his manner was hard on people,
it did get results. Lyman wrote that Meade was "always stirring
up somebody. But by worrying, and flaring out unexpectedly on various
officers, he does manage to have things pretty shipshape."
Though too sparing of in his praise of the work of his subordinates--partly
out of a reluctance to show his feelings and partly out of an Old Army
sense that total effort was each man's duty in such times--there were
signs of a pleasanter side. When not absorbed with his work, Meade was
a different person, telling funny stories with "great fluency and
. . . elegant language," and on occasion would sit by the campfire
"talking familiarly with the aides." However, he usually kept
himself apart and made no effort to make himself popular. He made it
a rule not to speak to members of the press, and in retaliation journalists
agreed among themselves not to mention him in dispatches except in reference
to setbacks.
Soldiers depended on the newspapers for news as much as anybody, so
his blacklisting by the reporters probably explains why Meade's ascension
to command came as such a surprise to the rank and file. Their superior
officers, however, were better acquainted with Meade's record:
In the first months of the war he was named brigadier general of volunteers
and given a brigade in the Pennsylvania Reserve division.
In the Army of the Potomac's first action on the Peninsula in the summer
of 1862, his Pennsylvania Reserves saw more action than any other division
in the army, and he rendered heroic service and was twice wounded amid
the hottest of the fighting, returning to duty forty- two days later
before he had fully recovered his strength.
At the end of that summer, he was again commanding his brigade at the
Second Battle of Bull Run, where the Pennsylvania Reserves had been
one of the few formations which kept their discipline in the disastrous
loss, and, in a heroic stand on Henry Hill, provided a rear guard which
protected the army against Confederate pursuit.
In September he was in command of the division when it stormed the heights
at South Mountain, so exciting the admiration of his corps commander
that the man was heard to exclaim, "Look at Meade! Why, with troops
like those, led in that way, I can whip anything!" A few days later
at the battle of Antietam, General McClellan himself had selected Meade,
in preference to others who were superior in rank, to replace Joe Hooker,
his wounded corps commander. After the battle, President Lincoln and
his entourage rode over the field with a dozen generals, including Meade.
While they rode, General McClellan described the battle for Lincoln,
according to Meade in a letter to his wife, "saying it was here
that Meade did this and here that Meade did that. It was very gratifying."
It acquainted the Commander in Chief with him, probably for the first
time.
The next December,
at Fredericksburg, Meade at the head of his division had provided the
only success of the day for the army, briefly breaking through the Confederate
line before he was forced back for want of reinforcements. This famous
exploit on the worst day in the history of the Army of the Potomac certainly
further recommended Meade to Lincoln.
Finally, at the
Battle of Chancellorsville, Meade was the general who argued most vigorously
for an attack when Hooker convened his meeting of generals; Col. Alexander
Webb of Meade's staff reported, "I have never known anyone so vehemently
to advise an attack on the field of battle." Meade was very assertive
(as Reynolds put it) "in favor of an advance in the direction of
Fredericksburg at daylight the next morning. . . ." Meade thought
the issue of Washington's safety had become a cliche for this army,
and "threw that out of the question altogether." Commanding
general Joe Hooker lacked the nerve to make the attack, and subsequently
forfeited the battle.
Much of the talk in the officers' tents after the disappointment at
Chancellorsville, then, revolved around Meade. Three corps commanders
who were senior to Meade in rank--Generals Couch, Slocum, and Sedgwick--all
sent word to him that they were willing to serve under his leadership.
Couch, who was actively seeking the replacement of Hooker, mentioned
only Meade for the post when questioned by an official from Washington.
Sedgwick was also heard to say, when interviewed, "Why, Meade is
the proper one to command this army." Finally, the able General
John Reynolds, also an early commander of the Pennsylvania Reserves,
when asked after Chancellorsville if he would command the army, declined
and suggested Meade as the best fitted for the command. At this point
Meade's lack of flamboyance was undoubtedly in his favor, after the
failure of a string of prima donnas. The President was also swayed by
the fact that Meade made his home in Philadelphia, thinking that as
a Pennsylvanian he would "fight well on his own dunghill."
Thus it was that the early-morning messenger from Washington appeared
suddenly in Meade's tent.
Through it all, George Meade was very much a family man, uneffusively
devoted to his wife and seven children. If he was known as "a damned
old goggle-eyed snapping turtle" to his men, his temper never appeared
in his letters home. Here he is, for instance, in a letter to his daughter
in the spring of 1862:
I think a great deal about you, and all the other dear children. I often
picture to myself as I last saw you--yourself, Sarah, and Willie lying
in bed, crying, because I had to go way, and while I was scolding you
for crying, I felt like crying myself. It is very hard to be kept away
from you, because there is no man on earth that loves his children more
dearly than I do, or whose happiness is more dependent on being with
his family. Duty, however, requires me to be here, to do the little
I can to defend our old flag, and whatever duty requires us to do, we
should all, old and young, do cheerfully, however disagreeable it may
be.
His second son, George, was with him as an aide at Gettysburg, having
joined his staff one month before.
Having only been in command of the army for only three days when Gettysburg
opened, Meade was handicapped by his uncertainty about what it could
be realistically called upon to do. This consideration affected his
style of command, which, in decided contrast to his opponent Robert
E. Lee, was to be actively and directly involved in the events on the
battlefield. He had been a division and a corps commander too long and
too recently to stand aloof at headquarters while others moved the army's
huge formations across the landscape, and his nervous energy required
that he be active. He was constantly in the saddle, issuing orders and
seeing that they were obeyed.
Haskell, in his Gettysburg sketch of Meade, wrote, "His habitual
personal appearance is quite careless, and it would be rather difficult
to make him look well dressed." At Gettysburg his dress was perfectly
in keeping with his personal lack of airs--he wore the familiar dark
blue flannel blouse with two-star shoulder straps, field cap, light
blue pantaloons tucked into his high-top boots, an officer's leather
belt and the regulation sword.
At Gettysburg
A little after midnight on July 1, Meade sent out the day's marching
orders for the Army of the Potomac from his headquarters at Taneytown,
12 miles south of Gettysburg. Those orders moved the army forward on
a broad front, to prevent Lee from slipping around either flank and
threatening Washington or Baltimore. On the left, Reynolds would advance
the First Corps to Gettysburg, followed closely by the Eleventh, with
the Third Corps within supporting distance at Emmitsburg. In the center,
the Twelfth Corps would advance to Two Taverns (also within supporting
distance of Gettysburg), while the Second Corps would remain in reserve
at Taneytown. On the right, the Fifth Corps would move to Hanover, supported
by the Sixth Corps moving to Manchester. Thinking that Lee slightly
outnumbered him, Meade also sent out a second, conditional plan, a defensive
fall-back called the Pipe Creek Circular, before he went to bed.
Meade remained at Taneytown on July 1, and his first news from the front
came about 11:30 A.M. This was a message from Reynolds at Gettysburg,
informing Meade that the Rebels were advancing in strong force, and
he (Reynolds) would do everything possible to keep them from seizing
"the heights beyond the town." Meade's first fear was that
Reynolds would fail to hold the town, retreat toward Emmitsburg, and
uncover the road to Taneytown, exposing the army's center. He thus immediately
ordered Hancock to begin marching the Second Corps from Taneytown toward
Gettysburg.
At 1:00 P.M., Meade received word of Reynolds's death. Rather than go
to the front himself, he preferred to remain in the rear and send his
trusted friend Hancock to take command of the fighting. Since this involved
placing Hancock over two officers who outranked him--Sickles and Howard,
both of whose corps Meade assumed to be on or near the scene--Meade
gave Hancock written authority and had him on his way to Gettysburg
by 1:30 P.M. At 6:00 that evening, reasoning that two of his corps (the
First and Eleventh) were already there on good ground, two more (the
Third and Twelfth) were close by, two more (the Second and Fifth) could
reach the field by the next day, and believing that the enemy was caught
without Longstreet's corps, Meade announced in a telegram to Washington
his decision to concentrate the army and fight at Gettysburg. A flurry
of orders followed: at 7:00 he ordered Sykes to march the Fifth Corps
to Gettysburg, at 7:30 he sent similar orders to Sedgwick (Sixth Corps)
and Sickles (Third Corps). Meade's only negligence on July 1 consisted
in believing Slocum would be governed by events and move his Twelfth
Corps forward the short distance to Gettysburg to reinforce the embattled
defenders--this Slocum had, as it turned out, refused to do until after
the fighting was over. Meade arranged the movements of the supply train
and the artillery reserve during the evening, then headed toward the
battlefield at 10:00 P.M. with a small party.
During the dark night ride on the Taneytown Road, Meade's glasses were
swept from his face by a low-hanging branch and lost; fortunately, he
had another pair. After an hour, the party reached the bivouac of the
Second Corps, where Meade stopped briefly and gave orders to push it
forward at daylight. Continuing, Meade arrived on Cemetery Hill about
11:30 P.M., greeted the assembled generals, and informed them that the
rest of the army was moving up and that it would fight there. He then
made a walking survey of the Union position in the moonlight. Just before
dawn, he mounted and rode south along the line of Cemetery Ridge, then
to Culp's Hill, making sketches of the terrain and indicating the positions
he wished each corps to take. He then established his headquarters in
a farmhouse centrally located on the Taneytown Road, eight hundred feet
in the rear of Cemetery Hill.
All morning of July 2 there was a flow of orderlies and aides through
the farmhouse dashing up with reports and off with orders in preparation
for a major battle. Meade, despite his lack of sleep, was alert, and
firm and pleasant in his manner. By noon the corps were all present
(except the Sixth Corps, still marching hard) and in their positions,
from left to right: Third Corps on the southern half of Cemetery Ridge
near Little Round Top, Second Corps on the northern half of Cemetery
Ridge, Eleventh Corps on Cemetery Hill with remnants of the First Corps
immediately behind in reserve, and Twelfth Corps on Culp's Hill. The
Fifth Corps had just arrived and was resting in the rear near Power's
Hill.
Although Meade was expecting an attack on his right where the enemy
was visible, he had trouble on his left in the form of General Sickles,
who in the early afternoon had expressed agitation about where, exactly,
he should put his corps. Staff members had shuttled back and forth--at
one point Sickles himself appeared at headquarters for clarification.
Meade's attention was drawn to the other flank, however. In mid-afternoon,
as soon as received word that the Sixth Corps was approaching the field,
he dispatched orders to the Fifth Corps to move to the left to support
Sickles, but it was not until around 4:00 in the afternoon that Meade
rode in person to the left to examine Sickles's position for himself.
Here he made the jaw-dropping discovery that Sickles had, without permission
or even informing anyone else, advanced his line a full mile to the
high ground along the Emmitsburg Road. Before any remedy could be considered,
the boom of cannon announced the beginning of Longstreet's attack on
Sickles's exposed line. Sickles would have to remain where he was.
Recognizing Little Round Top, which was uncovered by Sickles's advance,
as the key to the Union left, Meade sent General Warren to the hill
to investigate the situation. When Warren sent back word that there
were no troops there, Meade ordered Sykes to throw his Fifth Corps immediately
in that direction. This was the first in a series of improvisations
Meade ordered by the Third, Fifth, and Second Corps on the afternoon
of July 2. Meade was near the battle line the whole afternoon, so near
that his horse was badly wounded. At one point he rode forward with
the skirmish line, waving his hat and yelling "Come on, gentlemen!"
He timed his orders for reinforcements precisely; hard-pressed units
consistently received support at just the right moments. In the end,
Longstreet's all-out assault was turned back, but at the cost of thirteen
of Meade's brigades badly battered, some shattered so completely they
could not be used again. Meade had gone to the extent of pulling the
Twelfth Corps off Culp's Hill to reinforce the left, a questionable
decision which resulted in the capture of friendly lines on Culp's Hill
when Johnson's Confederate brigades attacked there later in the evening.
At the end of the day, however, even with his left battered and his
right partially in enemy hands, Meade could take satisfaction in the
first success the Army of the Potomac had enjoyed against Lee since
Malvern Hill a year earlier. At 9:00 that evening until midnight Meade
met in his cramped headquarters with eleven of his top generals, who
echoed Meade's resolve to "stay and fight it out."
Meade rose before dawn on July 3. At daybreak, heavy fighting broke
out on Culp's Hill. Meade had confidence in the ability of Twelfth Corps
leaders Slocum and Williams, and did not go in person to supervise their
conduct of the battle, but sent a fresh Sixth Corps brigade to Culp's
Hill as a reinforcement, and advised Howard on nearby Cemetery Hill
to have his men stand by to be ready to move there. The battle raged
all morning until 11:00 A.M., when the last of the Confederates on the
hill had successfully been driven off, and it provided a backdrop to
Meade's activities that morning. Witnesses described Meade as appearing
confident, "more the General, less the student" than before,
but retaining his "quick and nervous" manner. After the fighting
ceased on Culp's Hill, Meade accepted Gibbon's invitation for lunch,
seating himself on an empty cracker box in the company of some of his
fellow generals. About noon, he rode along the length of Cemetery Ridge
to Little Round Top, then returned to headquarters.
When the roar of the 150-gun Confederate cannonade started around 1:00
P.M., Meade's headquarters, situated directly behind Cemetery Ridge
(which was the target of the Rebel guns), became a very dangerous place
to be. Shells hit the house numerous times; a fragment wounded Meade's
chief of staff. Sixteen horses were killed while tied to the fence rail
in the yard. Nevertheless, Meade was reluctant to move, afraid couriers
with important news would be unable to locate him if he shifted his
headquarters. He eventually relented and briefly rode to Slocum's headquarters
on Power's Hill, then changed his mind and returned. Meanwhile, receiving
reports that his own artillery was doing the enemy little harm, Meade
ordered the Union guns to cease fire, hoping their Rebel counterparts
would follow suit and let the smoke clear so that enemy infantry could
not approach unseen.
When the long ranks of Pickett's Charge appeared around 3:00 and headed
toward the Clump of Trees on Cemetery Ridge, Meade did not react quickly
to the danger, and though he eventually busied himself sending for supporting
columns from other parts of the line, they arrived too late to help.
The thin blue line on the ridge, outnumbered two to one, beat back this
desperate assault--the grandest attack in the history of the war--by
themselves. When Meade rode up to the ridgeline in the swirling smoke
and was told the enemy had been turned, he said simply "Thank God."
A second later, he made a motion as if to take off his hat and wave
it in the air, but he remembered himself, and merely waved his hand
and cried, "Hurrah." He then spurred his horse and made a
triumphal ride along the ridge all the way to Little Round Top.
All eyes were now turned to Meade to see if he would attempt a war-winning
counterattack. He did not. The lateness in the day, the absence of the
wounded Hancock, the fatigue of the men, the disorganized patchwork
quilt of command that existed after three days of carnage, the long
casualty lists, and the still-fearsome reputation of Lee all militated
against a bold move at that hour. Meade had won the crucial contest
in Pennsylvania and saved the country; he now prudently refused to jeopardize
that victory.
For that hesitation, and for allowing Lee's bloodied army to escape
across the Potomac in the following days, Lincoln never forgave Meade.
Although he continued to command the Army of the Potomac until the end
of the war, Meade, after March 1864, would labor in the shadow of the
killer-arithmetician who Lincoln found to make the brutal decisions
necessary to crush the rebellion--U.S. Grant.
For further reading:
Bache, Richard M. Life of General George Gordon Meade. Philadelphia,
1897
Coddington, Edwin, The Gettysburg Campaign: A Study in Command. New
York, 1968
Cleaves, Freeman, Meade of Gettysburg. Norman, 1960
Lyman, Theodore. With Grant and Meade from the Wilderness to Appomattox.
Lincoln, 1994
Meade George G. Jr. The Life and Letters of George Gordon Meade. 2 Vols.
New York, 1913
Pennypacker, Isaac R. General Meade. New York, 1901
Trudeau, Noah A. "I Have a Great Contempt for History." Civil
War Times Illustrated, Sept/Oct 1991
Excerpted from "The Generals of Gettysburg: The Leaders of America's
Greatest Battle" by Larry Tagg

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