IT was my good fortune to know emory upton from the date of his entry into the Military Acad emy at ivest Point, as a mere stripling, in 1856, to the time of his death, in the full maturity of his manhood, in issi. His class was next to mine, graduated less than a year afterward, and entered the army at the outbreak Of the great rebellion. We served together during the Antietam campaign; then in Grant's memorable series of Operations from the Rapidan to Petersburg; then with Sheridan in the Valley of Virginia; and, finally, in the cavalry campaign from Waterloo through Alabama and Georgia, ending in the last battles of the war and the collapse of the Confederacy. From the close associations of these nine years of youth and early manhood, and especially of the last year Of the re bellion, during which Upton commanded a division of cavalry under my immediate supervision, I came to know him with that intimacy which is possible only between soldiers. After the war our paths lay apart, for, while I resumed my duties as an engineer officer, and finally left the army altogether for the purpose of building and operating railroads, Upton, although urged to resign and engage in private.