 When we arrived, Andrew Jackson Donaldson, nephew of the general, met us and conducted us to the Big East room where the general was sitting before the fire. It was a wood fire and huge logs were burning. The fireplace was about five feet high. Mr. Donaldson introduced us to the general as courteously as though we were distinguished guests, and without rising, the hero of New Orleans shook hands. At once, we saw that the famous man was very feeble.