He looked as little like a great general as Jackson had looked in those days before he had sprung into fame.
His military hat was black and broad of brim, and the brim, having become limp, drooped down over his face.

There were spectacles on his nose, and it is said of him that he could have been taken more easily for a teacher than for a commander-in-chief.

Thus Meade came to his army in the decisive moment of his country's life.

He inspired neither enthusiasm nor discouragement.

He looked upon those left from the battle and upon the brigades which had come since, thousands of men already sound asleep among the white stones of the churchyard.