
Tidball and Jackson share many similarities. Both are West Point graduates. Tidball was two years behind Jackson, graduating in 1848. Both men were from western Virginia. Jackson was born on January 21, 1824 near Clarksburg. Tidball was born almost exactly one year later on January 25, 1825, in the Wheeling area. Both were devout Presbyter


Tidball offers several revealing caricatures of Jackson. Among them is a somewhat humorous description of Cadet Jackson at West Point: "In consequence of a somewhat shambling awkward gait, and the habit of carrying his head down in a thoughtful attitude, he seemed less of stature than he really was...Being an intense student, his mind appeared to be constantly pre-occupied, and he seldom spoke to anyone unless spoken to, and then his face lightened up with a blush, as that of a bashful person when complimented. His voice was thin and feminine-almost squeaky-while his utterances were quick, jerky and sententious, but when once made were there ended; there was...no hypothesis or observation to lead to further discussion. When a jocular remark occurred in his hearing he smiled as though he understood and enjoyed it, and never ventured comment to promote further mirth. There were occasions as I observed when his actions appeared strangely affected; as for instance, a drenching shower caught sections returning from recitations, or the battalion from the mess-hall and ranks were broken to allow the cadets to rush for shelter to the barracks, [but] Jackson would continue to march solemnly, at the usual pace, deviating neither to the right nor the left. This, and other things like it, I saw him do time and again, showing a design to it; but what the design was he alone appeared to know, for no one bothered themselves to discover it or did more than remark: "See old Jackson!"
At the Academy, Jackson shared a room with future Union cavalry general and fellow introvert George Stoneman. Tidball who bunked down the hall had this to say about the pair: "they were such quiet neighbors I scarcely knew they were there".
Tidball didn't see combat in Mexico but descried Jackson's battery commander and future Confederate general John Bankhead Magruder in these not so flattering terms: "Prince John Magruder, as he was called because of his affected elegance, was in reality only a prince of humbugs. No greater difference could possibly exist between men than between Magruder and his lieutenant" [Jackson].
Tidball marveled at Jackson's tenacity and ability to serve credibly under the difficult Magruder and distinguish himself in battle when he said: "Being in a subordinate position, [Jackson] evinced no higher trait than that of indomitable sticking qualities."
Despite the humorous portraits, Tidball clearly admired his fellow Virginians military ability. "His chief characteristics as a military leader were his quick perceptions of the weak points of the enemy, his ever readiness, the astounding rapidity of his movements, his sudden and unexpected onslaughts, and the persistency with which he followed them up. His ruling maxim was that war meant fighting and fighting meant killing, and right loyally did he live up to it. Naturally taciturn, and by habit a keeper of his own designs, it was as difficult for his friends to penetrate them as it was easy for him to deceive the enemy...In any other person this would have been taken as cunning and deceit; but with him it was the voice of the Lord piloting him to the tents of the Midianites."
Lest I weave too complex a tale here, I found one other Antietam connection in the story of John Tidball. Tidball married twice. His first wife, Mary Hunt Davis, died of complications after child birth in 1857. His second wife, Mary Langdon "Mamie" Dana was born when Tidball was a second year cadet in West Point in 1845. She was the daughter of Major General Napoleon J. T. Dana who commanded an infantry brigade in Sedgwick's Division of Sumner's Second Corps. Dana, it will be remembered was part of the abortive Union attack into the West Woods. Dana, only three years older than Tidball (and six ahead of him at West Point graduating in 1842), understandedly opposed the match. However, given Tidball's sterling reputation and the obvious affection displayed by the couple, he finally consented and John and Mamie were married on March 19, 1870.
While searching for Tidball's unpublished manuscript, I came across a biography on him titled No Disgrace to My Country: The Life of John C. Tidball, by Eugene Tidball. The book appears to draw heavily on Tidball's own papers. I found a reasonably priced copy online and snapped it up. I look forward to adding more of Tidball's unique perspectives and observations to my digest of quotes.