The Gathered Confederate Dead Before Battery Robinett--taken the morning after their desperate attempt to carry the works by assault. No man can look at this awful picture and wish to go to war. These men, a few hours before, were full of life and hope and courage. Without the two last qualities they would not be lying as they are pictured here. In the very foreground, on the left, lies their leader, Colonel Rogers, and almost resting on his shoulder is the body of the gallant Colonel Ross. We are looking from the bottom of the parapet of Battery Robinett. Let an eye-witness tell of what the men saw who looked toward the houses on that bright October day, and then glanced along their musket-barrels and pulled the triggers: "Suddenly we saw a magnificent brigade emerge in our front; they came forward in perfect order, a grand but terrible sight. At their head rode the commander, a man of fine physique, in the prime of life--quiet and cool as though on a drill. The artillery opened, the infantry followed; notwithstanding the slaughter they were closer and closer. Their commander [Colonel Rogers] seemed to bear a charmed life. He jumped his horse across the ditch in front of the guns, and then on foot came on. When he fell, the battle in our front was over." [Illustration: THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS. _Painted by E. Packbauer._ _Copyright, 1901, by Perrien-Keydel Co., Detroit, Mich., U. S. A._] [Illustration: GENERAL JOHN POPE] THE UNFORTUNATE COMMANDER OF THE ARMY OF VIRGINIA A SWIFT TURN OF FORTUNE'S WHEEL