Nor would any other officer of his command.
Yet the tender side of Jackson was often shown during his last days in his beloved Winchester.

The hero-worshipping women of the South often brought their children to see him, to receive his blessing, and to say when they were grown that the great Jackson had put his hands upon their heads.
Harry and his three comrades of his own age, who had been down near the creek, were returning late one afternoon to headquarters near the manse, when they heard the shout of many childish voices.
They saw that he was walking again with the minister, but that he was surrounded by at least a dozen little girls, every one of whom demanded in turn that he shake her hand.

He was busily engaged in this task when the whole group passed out of sight into the manse.
"The Northern newspapers denounce us as passionate and headstrong, with all the faults of the cavaliers," said St.Clair.

"I only wish they could see General Jackson as he is.

Lee and Jackson come much nearer being Puritans than their generals do." Harry that night, as he sat in the little anteroom of Jackson's quarters awaiting orders, heard again the low tone of his general praying.
The words were not audible, but the steady and earnest sound came to him for some time.