San Antonio Daily Light

M'CLELLAN'S WIDOW.

An Amiable Woman Who Is Living Quietly in New York City.

The widow of "Little Mac," as Gen. George B. McClellan was often called by his soldiers, with whom he was popular, is less heard of than any of the widows of the great generals of the war. It is not because she is a recluse, but owing entirely to the fact that she is retiring in disposition and shrinks from publicity.

One cannot see Mrs. McClellan, says a writer in the New York Advertiser, without conjuring up the great scenes that occurred when her husband had command of the army of the Potomac. She was then a young and handsome woman, full of hope and ambition, and not at all vain, because many in the north called her husband the "Napoleon" of the war. Those who knew her then agree that she was most attractive, and just the woman for a great commander's wife. In the bloody battles of the peninsular, when the confederates, flushed with victory, were following up their advantages under Gen. Lee, Mrs. McClellan never wavered in her confidence and faith in her husband's ability. The exigences of war kept them separated, but she wrote to him daily, and such letters as a hero's wife should write. And when the storm gathered over her husband's head and the decree was that he should surrender his command, he found his best friend, his truest comforter in his faithful and devoted wife.

MRS. GEORGE B. McCLELLAN.

Mrs. McClellan lives at the Marlborough hotel in Broadway, New York. Her hair is now gray and her form generous in outline. She is medium in height and carries herself with grace and ease. Like all women inclined to be stout she holds her age splendidly and her face shows few of the tell-tale wrinkles. In conversation her countenance is often lighted with a sad smile, which gives one a good idea of the sweet-faced girl whom the West Pointer courted and won before war had plunged the land into grief and sorrow.