From the 12 August 1900 issue of The New York Times.

Robert E. Lee at West Point.

Robert E. Lee, Jr., in Frank Leslie’s Popular Monthly.

The 1st of September, 1852, Col. Lee was appointed Superintendent of the United States Military Academy at West Point. My memory as to our move from Baltimore is very dim. The family went to Arlington, and remained until our new home at West Point was gotten ready—some time that Winter.

My recollections of my father at West Point are fuller and more distinct. He lived in the house which is still occupied by the Superintendent. It was built of stone, large and roomy, with garden, stables, and pasture lots. We, the two youngest children, enjoyed it all greatly. Grace Darling and Santa Anna were then with us, and many a fine ride have I had with my father in the afternoons, when, released from his office, he would mount his old mare and, with Santa Anna carrying me by his side, take a five or ten mile trot. Though my pony cantered delightfully, my father would make me keep him in a trot, saying that the hammering I got from that gait was good for me. We rode the dragoon seat—no posting—and I used to become very tired, until I got used to it.

My father was the most punctual man I ever knew. He was always ready for family prayers and at all meal times, and met every engagement, business or social, on the moment. He expected all of us to do the same, and impressed upon us the use and necessity of forming such habits for the convenience of all concerned. I never knew him late for Sunday service at the post chapel. He appeared, in uniform, some minutes before any one else, and would jokingly rally my mother and sisters for being late, or forgetting something at the last moment. When he could wait no longer he would say, “Well, I am off,” march away to church by himself, or with any one of us who was ready. Then he took his seat, well up the middle aisle, and, as I remember, he got always very drowsy during the sermon, and sometimes caught a little nap. At that time this drowsiness of my father’s seemed something awful to me. I knew that it was very hard for me to keep awake, and frequently I did not; but why he, who I believed could do everything that was right without any effort, should sometimes be overcome I could not understand, and did not try to do so.