ten o’clock
Peace to the ashes of that brave ! Old Virginia had no son more faithful ! Fort Gregg was the last obstacle . At ten o'clock that had fallen , heavy masses of the enemy were pushing forward . Their bristling battalions , and long lines of artillery had advanced nearly to General Lee 's head-quarters , a mile west of Petersburg . As the great blue wave surged forward , General Lee , in full-dress uniform , and wearing his gold-hilted sword , looked at them through his field glasses from the lawn , in front of his head-quarters , on foot , and surrounded by his staff . I have never seen him more composed .