intended, tidings had sped to the mother that her boy, while leading his men to victory, had fallen in front of the works at Chancellorsville. He had followed the great leader of his corps in countless earthly triumphs, and now shared with him a victory before which paled all the glories of Richmond and Manassas. He had fought the good fight, he had endured hardness as a good soldier of Christ; he had won the crown of life promised to those who are faithful unto death. It would be well-nigh impossible to picture the gloom cast by his death upon his regiment, his brigade, upon all who knew him. The old brigade he loved so well paid his memory the unusual honor of attending almost in a body the rude obsequies accorded the young subaltern. Like the hero of Coruña, he was buried at night, wrapped in his simple soldier's blanket, on the field made glorious for all time by his own valor and that of his comrades. No useless coffin, no farewell shot—only the struggling moonbeams shining on the hero's grave. He now sleeps among his own kindred in the far-off Southern land. The hold which he had taken on all hearts is evidenced by the countless letters which came to his family voluntarily, and at once, from those who knew him. Some had been his companions at college, some on Morris Island, some in the campaigns in Virginia; but in all cases the testimony was the same to that most rare union of gentle and soldierly virtues, to his humble piety, splendid courage, gentleness, purity, self-abnegation. His captain, a distinguished university man and a tried soldier, who in the next general action yielded up his noble life, writes to his mother: “Of his nobleness and piety I need not tell you. Though so long absent, his heart, I know, was ever open to his parents in all things; and I have never known anything of him, but his praises and his merits, that he might not tell you. Always mindful of his religious duties, he was of late especially devout, constantly reading his Bible, and often singing hymns with the men, whose affectionate regard for him caused them to take every occasion to be with and about him. His cheerful, bright humor never flagged, even on the battle-field, where his smile seemed more radiant than ever, while his voice and command gave life and courage to those about him.” His lieutenant-colonel, long before death had hallowed his memory to his friends, described him as “in battle splendid, in ”
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