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146 Southern Historical Society Papers.

[From the Augusta, Ga., Chronicle, April, 1897.]

THE BEAU SABREUR OF GEORGIA.

A Fitting Tribute to the Gallant General P. M. B. Young, C. 5. A.

At a recent meeting of the Confederate Survivors' Association, in Augusta, President Eve, in lieu of his annual address, read a tribute to the valor and worth of the late General P. M. B. Young, that will prove a valuable addition to the archives of the Association. It is as follows :

Gentlemen of the Confederate Survivors' Association:

I have been selected hy your committee to present this tribute to the memory of our old commander and one of your honorary members, General G. M. P. Young. Pardon the seeming egotism in reference unavoidable in mentioning his services on the coast of Georgia and South Carolina, and shall offer this in lieu of the customary annual address of the President of this Association, as it is the historian's duty to keep up your records.

Comrades of the Cobb Legion, Georgia Cavalry, little did we think as we marched the streets of Richmond, Va. , at our late reun- ion, to the soul-stirring, familiar airs of our old war songs, that he who had so often ridden at the head of your squadron, whose sabre had so often flashed in your front, the true hero of ' ' The Cobb Le- gion, Georgia Cavalry," your Adjutant- in 1861, your Major and Lieutenant-Colonel in 1862, your Colonel in 1863, your Brigadier- General in 1864 and 1865, P. M. B. Young, was then lying at the point of death, in the Presbyterian Hospital in New York City, far, far away from home, kith and kindred. True to his knightly in- stincts, when satisfied that he had a mortal hurt, unwilling to be a charge to his numerous friends or for them to witness his agony, he* went to die alone! True to his proud spirit, he had wrested for a long time with the dread disease, while his intimates, looking only at that grand physique " the typical cavalryman " whenever a spasm of pain would contract his handsome countenance, recollecting what they had gone through together, would accuse him of becoming a hypochondriac, and he, with a merry laugh, would retort: "My heart has gone back on me. ' ' He who was so well qualified to have