Reviews Review from The Georgia Historical Quarterly, Volume LXXXIV, Summer 2000, Number 2, pages 333–335:
In the late summer of 1863, thirty-two-year-old Leila Mackay Elliott Habersham of Savannah composed an account of the life of her husband, Fred Habersham, killed in the Battle of Chancellorsville. A descendent, Anna Habersham Wright Smith, has brought to life this remarkable document, complete with notes and genealogy, enabling the general reader to enter into the world of Savannah’s antebellum elite and take the measure of how an aristocratic family made sense of the tragedy of war. The author interwove letters from her husband and others into her own writing, giving it a telling freshness and sense of immediacy. From the first generation onwards, the Habersham and Mackay families stood at the apex of the social world that dominated Georgia’s largest town: early settlers of the new colony, merchants, royal officials, plantation owners, leading Patriots, the first Postmaster General of the United States, slave traders, rice and cotton factors, marriage alliances with virtually every family of prominence in the Coastal Empire, and a friendship with the young Robert E. Lee that came close to a marriage. In the nearly two hundred pages of the sketch, Leila Mackay Elliott Habersham, granddaughter of Robert Mackay and great-granddaughter-in-law of the redoubtable James Habersham, describes what it meant to be at the top of the social world in the Savannah of the 1850s: being rowed to Daufuskie Island with members of their wedding party (twenty-one in number) for a week of entertainment on the Mongin plantation, the family friendship with Robert E. Lee, frequent parties and ‘gaities’ in Savannah, furniture and jewelry bought in New York, summers in Cass (now Bartow) County, Fred’s careful attention to appearance (‘the most particular man in the world as regards his dress’ [p.75]), and the occasional hunting trips to Ossabaw island for days at a time. A thoughtful husband, Habersham worked conscientiously in the counting room, took his duties as father seriously, kept a discrete distance from organized religion, and exhibited a style of living that made him considerably more comfortable with a New Yorker than a resident of Macon or Augusta. The war severely tested those values, for Habersham attempted to hold tight to his aristocratic principles while embracing a heady and heartfelt Confederate nationalism. In the late spring of 1861, he encamped with his cavalry unit, made up of young gentlemen, on Skidaway Island, where their lifestyle more nearly resembled that of an elegant hunting party. When part of the Hussars left for Virginia, he elected to stay with his wife, but, by January 1862, decided he could no longer sit in an office while others fought for ‘my liberty & my peace’ (p.76). Thus began a twelve-month quest for an officer’s position. Election was no easy matter. From Virginia, an old friend, Captain Read, nominated him for a position as lieutenant, but the battle-hardened soldiers chose an Irish bartender from Savannah. Habersham gamely joined the company as a volunteer, paying his own expenses and messing with the officers. He declined a position with a Savannah company, writing his wife, ‘nothing but the field & Yankee blood will answer for me’ (p.89). He, together with a wealthy uncle, paid his way across the battlefields of Virginia. ‘I have the position of a gentleman,’ he explained to Leila, ‘and can serve my country as well here as in any other capacity and will stay here as long as my money lasts and then, commission or home!’ (p.100) In the spring of 1863, he found a position as lieutenant with an artillery company [Fred was unanimously elected to the position of Lieutenant by the members of Read’s Battery and sought out by Captain Read to fill the position. His acceptance by the men of the battery gave him great satisfaction.] and shortly thereafter died a brave death at Chancellorsville. The remaining forty-one pages of the sketch record how tragedy called forth feelings that transcended class or place: the misery and desolation of Leila Habersham, the sympathy and devotion of countless cousins, the importance of establishing the least detail of how the death occurred, the blustering call for revenge by those still serving, the last look through his war chest, hoping for some few lines of writing, and the anguish of finding only a small picture of herself stained with his blood. The remainder of the book offers selected letters and
writings from other family members, stretching from Charleston Harbor
in 1863, Sherman’s March and the fall of Savannah, her brother’s
return from Virginia at war’s end, and Leila’s sad but proud
life until her death in 1901. PAUL M. PRESSLY * * * * * * * * * * From Todd Groce, Executive Director of the Georgia Historical
Society, Savannah GA, 3/20/2000: * * * * * * * * * * From Mrs. Edward Brinley, Thompson, CT, 5/18/2000: * * * * * * * * * * From Dr. William Montgomery Gabard, Valdosta GA, 6/12/2000: * * * * * * * * * * From Mrs. Leon S. Dure lll, Athens, GA, 2/16/2000: * * * * * * * * * * From Arthur Barrow, West Palm Beach FL, 1/17/2000: * * * * * * * * * * From Arnell L. Engstrom, a retired geophysicist living
in Dallas, Texas, June 30, 2000: Arnell L.
Engstrom review 5 July 2000: |
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