The Sad, Ironic Fate of Sullivan BallouFrank Emerson © Copyright 2021 by Frank Emerson |
Of all the letters associated with the American Civil War, two stand out as arguably the most beautiful and touching – certainly the best known. Abraham Lincoln's poignant, comforting note to a certain Mrs. Lydia Bixby, who had lost five sons to the conflict, is the first.
Perhaps even better known, and certainly as poignant, is the letter from Union Major Sullivan Ballou to his wife, Sarah. Written one week before the First Battle of Manassas, or Bull Run – as it was called in the North, the words are all the more heartbreaking when you realize that Ballou did not survive to go home again.
Below is the famous
letter in its entirety. It deserves to be read and re-read not only
for its bittersweet sentiment, but also for its sad acceptance of the
realities of war and the perception of duty. It was a highlight of
the PBS series, Ken Burns' Civil War. Abridged
versions of the
letter have been preserved on recordings by numerous artists
including, but not limited to Liam Clancy and this author.
July
the 14th,
1861
Washington
DC
My
very dear
Sarah:
The
indications
are very strong that we shall move in a few days - perhaps tomorrow.
Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to
write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.
Our
movement may
be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure - and it may be
one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my
will, but thine
0 God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the
battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about,
or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my
courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American
Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how
great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and
suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing - perfectly willing -
to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this
Government, and to pay that debt.
But,
my dear
wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of
yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows - when,
after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage
myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little
children - is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose
floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for
you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though
useless, contest with my love of country?
I
cannot describe
to you my feelings on this calm summer night, when two thousand men
are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying the last, perhaps,
before that of death -- and I, suspicious that Death is creeping
behind me with his fatal dart, am communing with God, my country, and
thee.
I
have sought
most closely and diligently, and often in my breast, for a wrong
motive in thus hazarding the happiness of those I loved and I could
not find one. A pure love of my country and of the principles have
often advocated before the people and "the name of honor that I
love more than I fear death" have called upon me, and I have
obeyed.
Sarah,
my love
for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables
that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country
comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with
all these chains to the battlefield.
The
memories of
the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and
I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so
long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the
hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived
and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood
around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine
Providence, but something whispers to me - perhaps it is the wafted
prayer of my little Edgar -- that I shall return to my loved ones
unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love
you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will
whisper your name.
Forgive
my many
faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and
foolish I have oftentimes been! How gladly would I wash out with my
tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all
the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from
harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover
near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little
freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.
But,
O Sarah! If
the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those
they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the
darkest night -- amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours -
always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it
shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it
shall be my spirit passing by.
Sarah,
do not
mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet
again.
As
for my little
boys, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father's love
and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue
eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories
of his childhood. Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal
care and your development of their characters. Tell my two mothers
his and hers I call God's blessing upon them. O Sarah, I wait for you
there! Come to me, and lead thither my children.
Sullivan
In
most of the numerous writings about the letter, there is little
mentioned about the man and the woman. Who were they? What happened
during the battle? More importantly, what happened afterward? What
follows will answer those questions and relate the story of the sad,
ironic fate of Sullivan Ballou.
Sullivan
Ballou was
a direct descendent of Mathurin Ballou, an educated French Huguenot,
who immigrated to America in the 1640s. Sarah's ancestor, Peter
Shumway, also from France, arrived with a group of refugees in the
1670s. The Shumway family history has it that Peter was on the same
ship as Benjamin Faniuel, whose son, Peter, would go on to present
the city of Boston, Massachusetts with its first centralized market,
Fanuiel Hall, which still stands today.
Public
service was a
long standing tradition in the Ballou family. A cousin, Jabez Bowen,
was married to Sarah Brown, of Brown University fame. Bowen had been
Deputy Governor of Rhode Island from 1778 until 1787. For a time
during the American Revolution, he had been an officer in the
colonial army. He counted both the French Count de Rochambeau and
George Washington as close friends. In later years, Bowen became
Chief Justice of the Rhode Island Supreme Court.
Sullivan
was born on
March 28, 1829 on the outskirts of Providence, Rhode Island in an
area known as the Cumberland, to Hiram and Emeline Bowen Ballou. The
Smithfield area was especially popular with Ballou relatives and
became known as the "Ballou Neighborhood".
Losing
both his
parents at a relatively early age, Sullivan was cared for by numerous
aunts, uncles and cousins. For a time he was educated at the local
school. Then, as an upperclassman in secondary school, he attended
Phillips Academy in Andover, Massachusetts. Upon graduation, he
matriculated at Brown University, back in Providence.
He
read for the law
while teaching elocution at the National School of Law in Ballston,
New York. In 1853, Sullivan was admitted to the Rhode Island bar and
began his life in the legal profession.
Sarah
Hart Shumway
Ballou was born in Worcester, Massachusetts in 1836. She also lost
her father during her childhood. Her family, like Sullivan's,
somewhat well to do, looked after her in different ways. She had an
uncle who ran what was then known as a "female academy".
Although there are precious few details of her formal education, it
is known that she was well read and intelligent. It can be reasonably
assumed that even if she did not officially register at the academy,
she probably did attend classes there. Even though we have no
physical description of her from those days, she was recognized as
being impartial, courteous, diligent and faithful by her
contemporaries. These traits would certainly contribute to her being
a desirable catch for a young man on his way up. By the mid 1850s,
Sullivan Ballou was just that.
In
1854, with only
one year of experience under his belt as a practicing attorney,
Ballou began what would be a short, yet impressive career in public
service when he became clerk of the Rhode Island House of
Representatives at the age of 25.
Somewhere
along the
line, the paths of the up and coming representative and the
attractive, proper, young Victorian lady crossed. On October 15,
1855, Sullivan and the 19 year old Sarah were married.
In
August of the
following year, their first son, Edgar Fowler was born. By this time
another son, William Bowen, came along in January of 1859, Ballou was
serving as Speaker of the Rhode Island House. He had been unanimously
elected to that post in 1857. By any measure, the young man was a
success. He was so popular that 1860, Ballou was nominated by the
Republican Party to run for State Attorney General. Although he lost,
as did all Republicans state-wide that year, his future looked
bright.
Talk
of secession
and states' rights had been around for a while by the time of Abraham
Lincoln's inauguration on March 4, 1861. The talk was loud and about
to get louder. That Lincoln saw it as his duty to preserve the Union
at any costs and vowed to do so in his inaugural address, pretty much
guaranteed that there would be civil war. The only question was how
long that war would last.
Two
days after the
firing on Fort Sumter on April 12, 1861, President Lincoln put out a
call for 75,000 volunteers who would enlist for 90 days to put down
the rebellion. This was, in fact, the declaration of war. The 90-day
enlistment period was indicative of the overall naiveté as to
the gravity and reality of the situation.
According
to
Harper's Weekly of April 27, 1861, William Sprague,
the
31-year old "Boy Governor" of Rhode Island, who had been
swept into office with the Democratic victories in 1860, sent a
telegram that he would raise a regiment of 1000 men, with himself as
leader, in answer to the national emergency.
West
Point graduate
and Mexican War veteran, Ambrose Burnside was named Colonel of the
State Militia, with immediate command of the 1st
Rhode
Island. Sullivan Ballou had been appointed Judge Advocate of the
State Militia just prior to the war.
According
to a table
prepared by the War Department, the state only had to provide one
regiment. However, in a show of patriotic fervor, Rhode Island
immediately raised a second. With more realistic heads prevailing,
the men of the 2nd Rhode Island were enlisted
for three
years rather than three months. A veteran of the Mexican War, the
handsome and dashing John S. Slocum was promoted from Major to
Colonel and named commanding officer of the 2nd
Regiment.
Slocum had been a prominent attorney and was a nationally known,
outspoken abolitionist. As an ardent Union man and supporter of
Abraham Lincoln, Ballou harbored no doubts as to his duty. He
enthusiastically became second in command under Slocum.
On
June 11, 1861,
Ballou wrote to his cousin, Latimer:
Governor
Sprague
has tendered me the commission of Major…in the 2nd
Regiment and I have accepted it.
The
regiment trained
for about a month at a camp outside Providence. On June 19, 1861,
with Slocum and Ballou at the head of the column, the volunteers
paraded down South Main Street to Fox Point. There they boarded a
side-wheeled steamer and headed to New Jersey. From Port Elizabeth,
they took the train south to Washington, DC. They arrived in the
nation's capital ─ full of excitement ─ a couple of days
later.
The
2nd
set up camp just off New York Avenue, NE, where the National
Arboretum is located today. They christened their bivouac 'Camp
Clark' ─ after the Episcopal Bishop of Providence, and settled
in to await orders.
Shortly
after their
arrival, Ballou wrote to Sarah.
We
are encamped
in paradise. There certainly never was a more beautiful spot. It is
an oak grove – trees all tall and large and the ground free of
shrubs.
There followed several weeks of parading about for appreciative crowds and some little training. Ballou and other freshly minted officers spent their time studying Hardee's Drill Manual, trying to learn how to be effective line officers. On July 11, President and Mrs. Lincoln paid a visit to the camp to keep morale up and to offer encouragement and thanks.
As in all military camps, nerves were on end and rumors ran rampant. Speculation about the location of what would be the first ─ and hopefully last ─ battle of the war centered on the railroad junction at Manassas, Virginia, 35 miles southwest of Washington. This railhead was of prime strategic value. Whoever controlled it would control the flow of materiel into the heart of the Confederacy.
On the 14th, Ballou would write to Sarah twice. In the first letter, he expressed the thought that he might be able to bring Sarah to Camp Chase for a visit as some of the other officers planned to do. There was hope that the regiment would remain at Washington for a while, and this was an accepted practice.
Later
in the day,
Ballou learned that in all probability they would not remain in camp
very much longer. He realized that a visit from Sarah was out of the
question. He was awakened to the sobering realities of war and to the
possibility that he might not live through it. With these and many
other thoughts tumbling over him, he went back to his tent, picked up
his pen and wrote the letter that every soldier wished, indeed still
wishes today, he had written. Once done, he opened his trunk and
placed it inside with the letter he had written earlier. With that,
he went back to the business of preparing for war.
Under
the urging of
his friend, Secretary of the Treasury Salmon Chase, West Point
graduate Irwin McDowell, a staff officer who had never led men in
battle, was promoted to Brigadier General and picked to command the
Union Forces. Mc Dowell received his appointment only after Colonel
Robert E. Lee had turned down the position, resigned his commission
and went south to Virginia. Though his plan to seize Manassas was
sound, his hope for a sweeping, one-stroke victory was unrealistic –
especially considering the lack of experience in all quarters.
Ballou's
fatalistic
letter notwithstanding, most on the Union side thought that the
confrontation at Manassas would quash the rebellion in good order.
Civilians packed lunches and made plans to ride out from the district
in order to watch the proceedings. It would be a lovely day's outing.
Then, back in Washington, there would be all sorts of parties to
celebrate the glorious victory. People were stirred up by editorials
and front page stories. Horace Greeley's New York Tribune
shouted 'On to Richmond!' Why, of course, they would be on to
Richmond. But it would just be a mere formality, a mopping up ─
just a little walk in the sun.
In General McDowell's favor, he did have some misgivings about the operation and asked the president for more time to train. President Lincoln, spurred on by forces around him that called for a quick victory, turned the general down. He reasoned, "You are green and they are green. You are all green alike." Marching orders were given on July 16th. It wouldn't be long now.
The
2nd
Rhode Island was fully equipped. They even had their own cannon. They
were also perceived to be better behaved, more steady, and better
drilled than some of the other regiments. Therefore, they were given
the honor to lead the march out of camp and to be in the vanguard in
the movement to contact. Accompanying the troops, Governor Sprague
was dressed in military uniform and wore a yellow plumed hat. Sitting
astride a white stallion, he rode beside Colonel Burnside, who led
the advance. This fact alone indicates how loose an attitude
prevailed at this point. For although he had raised the regiments,
William Sprague was still the governor of Rhode Island. He was a
civilian ─ in uniform or not. In fact, one month later, Sprague
turned down a brigadier's commission to remain in office. In 1863 he
would resign as governor, go on to become a U.S. senator for 12
years, and marry Salmon Chase's daughter, Kate.
The
Federals
approached Manassas before dawn on July 21st.
The
gallant young
men of Rhode Island
Are
marching in
haste to the wars:
Full
girded for
strife, they are hazarding life
In
defense of our
banner and stars.
Of
all the hosts
that New England can boast,
From
down by the
sea unto highland,
No
state is more
true or willing to do
Than
Dear little
Yankee Rhode Island
Loyal
and true,
Little Rhody
Bully
for you,
Little Rhody
Governor
Sprague
was not very vague
When
he said,
"Shoulder arms, Little Rhody.
Reference:
"High
Road to Zion", Mathias Harpin.1976
At
about 9:15, the
regiment had forded the stream named Bull Run and was facing
Matthews' Hill on the opposite side of the Centerville Turnpike.
Shots were fired. The 2nd Rhode Islander charged
up the
hill toward the firing. They were alone at the front. The volume of
fire increased. The 1st Rhode Island was put
into action
in support of the 2nd. The Confederate fire from
Evans'
South Carolina Brigade and the 6th Louisiana
intensified.
On the opposite slope and waiting for the Yankees were the 8th
Georgia, the 4th Alabama and the 1st
Virginia.
As
in most battles,
confusion ruled the day. The 2nd continued to
advance and
return fire. At some point, Colonel Slocum dismounted and stood atop
a rail fence at the crest of the hill in order to see what was going
on and in order to be seen by his men so that he might rally them.
The Confederates saw him as well. He was hit three times: in the
ankle, the body and the head. His men managed to carry their mortally
wounded commander off the field to a hospital that had been hastily
set up at Sudley Church.
It
was now about 45
minutes into the battle. At the top of the hill, Major Ballou tried
to reposition some of his troops on the left flank of what appeared
to be the battle line. Eyewitness accounts have it that when struck,
he was on his horse, in front of his men with his back to the enemy,
attempting to create some order out of the chaos. Sullivan never saw
what hit him. It is believed that it was probably a rifled cannon
shot, from a battery of Lynchburg Artillery. The shell blew a hole 7
inches in diameter through his horse's body and reduced his right leg
to pulp. Severely wounded but alive and conscious, Ballou was removed
to the Sudley Church hospital, where his mangled leg was amputated.
By
late in the day,
Confederate reinforcements had arrived by rail from the valley of the
Shenandoah. They advanced in force and managed to turn the right
flank of the Federals. The Yankee line collapsed and all but
evaporated. Along with it, hopes of a short war evaporated as well.
The 2nd Rhode Island lost 93 – killed, wounded,
or
missing.
As
it was reported
by General McDowell, the battle turned from a mere defeat into a
total rout of the Union troops. The road back to Washington, made
worse by a driving rain, became clogged with a disorganized, panicked
exodus of carriages full of congressmen, reporters, ordinary civilian
men and women, and of course soldiers. The only reason why the
Confederates didn't pursue was that they were nearly as disorganized
as the Yankees. Nearly, but not quite.
The
Rebels did surge
back and re-took the Sudley Church hospital. Dr. James Harris came
out with a white flag to surrender the field hospital, its staff, and
its complement of wounded to the victorious Confederates. Colonel
Slocum and Major Ballou were among those left behind in the hospital.
On
July 23rd,
Colonel Slocum, who had been lapsing in and out of consciousness,
succumbed to his wounds. He was taken outside and buried in a shallow
grave on the hillside. One week later, after having been comforted in
his final days by Episcopal Chaplain John F. Mines of the 2nd
Maine, Major Ballou passed away. Orderlies removed his body and laid
it to rest next to Slocum.
Back
in Washington
on the 24th, Colonel Burnside filed the
following report.
Our
loss has been
very severe. The Second Regiment particularly
suffered
greatly.
The death of Colonel Slocum is a loss not only to
his
own State,
which mourns the death of a most gallant and
meritorious
officer, who would have done credit to the service, while
his
prominent
abilities as a soldier would have raised him high in the
public
estimation. He had served with me as major of the First
Regiment
Rhode
Island Volunteers, and when he was transferred to a
more
responsible
position I was glad that his services had been thus
secured
for the
benefit of his country. His associate, Major Ballou,
of
the same
regiment, was deserving of the highest commendation as a
brave
soldier and
a true man.
By
March 19, 1862,
the Confederates had withdrawn form the area in order to help counter
General George McClellan's Peninsular Campaign. Union troops were
able to return to Manassas. Accompanying them was Governor Sprague
and an entourage of seventy. They were on a mission to retrieve the
bodies of those Rhode Island boys killed in the battle and hastily
buried. They were to be returned to their home state for proper
interment. Among Sprague's group were Josiah Richardson, John Clark,
and Tristan Burgess, who had been privates in the 2nd
Rhode Island. They had voluntarily remained behind at Sudley Church
to tend to the wounded and had been paroled back to the North.
It
was Richardson
who directed the exhumation party to the spot where he had
participated in the burial of Slocum and Ballou. The men dug first
for Slocum. They found loose earth but no body.
Standing
nearby, was a young black girl who lived in the area. She told them
that Colonel Slocum had been dug up by some Georgia boys, who then
decapitated him, burned his body and used the coffin to bury a Negro
civilian who had been killed in a recent skirmish. She pointed out
where the body had been burned. The fact that the ashes were still
there indicated that this act had taken place fairly recently. There
were human bones in the ashes. There was no skull. Ironically
however, in the nearby bushes, there were some clothes ─ two
distinctive shirts ─ such as a Union officer might wear.
Governor Sprague, who had known both men well, was certain that these
had not belonged to Colonel Slocum, but to Major Ballou. Private
Richardson agreed with the Governor.
The
party returned to the site of the grave and dug for the other coffin.
At just two feet, they struck wood. Opening the box, they found and
were able to recognize the remains of 37-year old Colonel John
Slocum. It was Slocum, alright. There was no mistaking his bright red
moustache. Ballou was full bearded and brown
haired. The realization of what must have taken place horrified the
now suddenly silent party. To quote Dr. James B. Greeley, of the 1st
Rhode Island Cavalry, who was among the exhumation detail:
Pretty obvious
what happened. The 2nd
Regiment cut up those Georgia boys rather badly, and they were sore
at Slocum, the commanding officer. They just got the wrong body.
Another
theory holds that although the Confederates were indeed 'sore at
Slocum', it was more for his well known stance as vocal, adamant
abolitionist in the ante bellum days than for any of the damage he
had done to their ranks. Further, according to eye witnesses, it was
troops from the 21st
Georgia who wreaked their vengeance on the unfortunate Ballou. The
21st
was not on the field at the First Manassas. It appears they were
acting on behalf of the 8th
Georgia,
who did indeed fight there and were in direct contact with the 2nd
Rhode Island.
Governor
Sprague spoke with a woman who had acted as a nurse at the Sudley
Church. She further testified about the depredations committed. She
also presented the governor with a lock of hair, which she claimed to
have cut from the major's head.
Sullivan
Ballou's skull was never found. Colonel Slocum's body and the
remaining bones of Major Ballou were gathered up, as were those of as
many of the regiment that fell that day as could be located. The
personal effects of the two officers were collected and readied,
along with their remains, for the trip back to Rhode Island.
There
is one more ironic twist to the story. Major Ballou's trunk was
opened in order to place what remained of his uniform inside. Sitting
where
he had placed them on July 14th
were the two letters Sullivan had written. Neither one had been
mailed! It was Governor Sprague's sad duty to hand carry what became
famous as "The Sullivan Ballou Letter" back to Smithfield
where he personally delivered it to the grieving Sarah.
But
there is just a bit more. When Governor Sprague gave the letter and
Sullivan's effects to Sarah, she already had in her possession other
letters from him. This would not be unusual save for the fact that
they were all dated after July 14th
,
almost up to the point of his entry into battle. For some reason,
Sullivan chose not to mail his beautiful letter. Maybe he meant it as
a last will: in testament to his love of life, of God, of his country
and of course, his family. Maybe it was meant to be read only after
his death. It was certainly meant for Sarah's eyes only. Such was not
to be the case. And, in final irony, we are all luckier for the
fact.
This
loving couple, whom we know through the strength and beauty of one
letter, has come to symbolize the conflicting feelings of duty, love,
honor, and country. Sullivan and Sarah have no descendents today.
However, that wonderful, marvelous letter speaks for us all. Maybe,
therefore, in some way, we are all descendents of Sullivan Ballou.
Sarah
never remarried. Eventually she left Rhode Island and moved to New
Jersey where she lived quietly with her son Willie until her death in
1917 at the age of 80. At that time, she and Sullivan were reunited
when she was laid beside the remains of her beloved husband beneath a
fine obelisk in the Swan Point Cemetery in Providence, Rhode Island.
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