His officers buried him in a gun-box, placing at his head a board with his name, and below it the couplet:—
A braver man ne'er died upon the field;
A warmer heart never to death did yield.
His body was afterwards carried to Boston
, where the funeral arrangements were taken in charge by the Governor
, May 16, 1862.
It was conveyed thence to Springfield
, where, on the following day, in presence of a great concourse of people, it was laid beside the remains of his mother, in the beautiful cemetery which his father had designed and planned.
His strong, simple, generous, manly nature reveals itself perfectly in his letters.
He died under circumstances where continued life would have been certain to bring further distinction and usefulness; and he singularly fulfilled the prediction contained in a song which he had written, years before, for an anniversary of the Boston Cadets:—
And if the army of a foe invade our native land,
Or rank disunion gather up its lawless, faithless band,
Then the arm upon our ancient shield shall wield his blade of might,
And we'll show our worthy brethren that gentlemen can fight.