those defences; whilst inspecting them, on the outside of Sumter
, a shell burst near him, and he was terribly mangled.
He lay there alone for fifteen minutes, on the wet rocks, then finding that he did not return, they sought for him and found him in his agony.
He was borne into the fort that he had fought for so gallantly, and his heart's blood flowed upon her stones, consecrating them by that crimson baptism.
His sufferings were intense, but were endured with a fortitude and manfulness that astonished those who beheld him; until at last the end came, and he was laid to rest in his uniform, his frame having been too much shattered for his friends to attempt to touch him even after his death.
From thence, he was taken to the little country churchyard at the Strawberry plantation
on Cooper river
, and interred beside kindred dust, in the flower of his youth; the pride of his family — the Chevalier Bayard
of his regiment, ever “sans peur et sans reproche.”
It is seldom that a man is found uniting so many qualities of the head and heart.
He exercised a lasting influence for good upon all who came near him, and was admired, respected and beloved by every one.
Brave and gentle, firm but considerate of the feelings of others, high-minded and modest, and a man withal to be trusted and relied on under every circumstance of life; these, were his characteristics.
His death occasioned regret and sorrow all over the State
, and his comrades deplored his loss deeply.
If any of the survivors of the First Artillery are asked, “how was Captain Harleston
regarded in your regiment?”
the invariable reply is, “Harleston
, was the most popular captain of the regiment — a universal favorite both with the officers and the men.”
None who knew him require any testimony to assure them of the esteem in which he was held, but it gives me pleasure to record some of the observations that have been made upon him. One of his comrades said at the time of his death, “he was the noblest man I have ever known.”
Another officer who served in his company writes, “Harleston
was one who never thought of self where duty called, and his constant thoughts were for those under his charge.
He was a Christian soldier and gentleman.
I know of no higher praise.”
A correspondent makes the following statement, “I was not intimate with Harleston
, our duties at the fort lay in such different lines.
Of course I knew him as a pleasant, courteous gentleman, adored of his men, and beloved by all of his fellow officers.”
The Rev. John Johnson
, the distinguished engineer of Fort Sumter
, who was with Captain Harleston
through the long hours of his last great sufferings, speaks in the following words, “What a beautiful character that young ”