He had not lost a single piece of artillery; he had dealt the enemy heavy blows; he was whipping them day by day, yet keeping his own men intact; his men were in as good spirits and as sure of victory at the end of four months as they were at the beginning; instead of the army being depleted, it had grown in strength.

'Tis true, he had fallen back, but it was to give his enemy the heavier blows.
He brought all the powers of his army into play; ever on the defensive, 'tis true, yet ever striking his enemy in his most vulnerable part.
His face was always to the foe.

They could make no movement in which they were not anticipated.

Such a man was Joseph E.Johnston, and such his record.

Farewell, old fellow! We privates loved you because you made us love ourselves.