in battle, but who are none the less entitled to be mentioned here.
There was Sumner
, a brave, honest, chivalrous veteran, of more than half a century's service, who had confronted death unflinchingly on scores of battlefields, had shown his gray head serene and cheerful where death most revelled, who more than once told me that he believed and hoped that his long career would end amid the din of battle: he died at home from the effects of the hardships of his campaigns.
That most excellent soldier, the elegant C. F. Smith
, whom many of us remember to have seen so often on this plain, with his superb bearing, escaped the bullet to fall a victim to the disease which has deprived the army of so many of its best soldiers.
, cool and intrepid; Mitchel
, eminent in science; Plummer
, and many other officers and men, lost their lives by sickness contracted in the field.
But I cannot close this long list of glorious martyrs without paying a sacred debt of official duty and personal friendship.
There was one dead soldier who possessed peculiar claims upon my love and gratitude.
He was an ardent patriot, an unselfish man, a true soldier, the beau ideal of a staff officer: he was my aide-de-camp, Colonel Colburn
There is a lesson to be drawn from the death and services of these glorious men which we should read for the present and future benefit of the nation.
War in these modern days is a science, and it should now be clear to the most prejudiced that for the organization and command of armies, and the high combinations of strategy, perfect familiarity with the theoretical science of war is requisite.
To count upon success when the plans or execution of campaigns are intrusted to men who have no knowledge of war, is as idle as to expect the legal wisdom of a story or a Kent from a skilful physician.
But what is the honorable and holy cause for which