He was too modest and simple to wish for fame. Nothing would have been dearer to him than to have deserved this high opinion of a valued friend in Burlington:—
We were constantly and intimately together; I learned to know him as one of the truest and best of men. His manhood was of a high and noble kind. We see too few like him not to feel that the loss of one such is a very great loss to all of us. He had the power of making and keeping friends,—real friends. The regret which I hear constantly expressed by those who knew him is real. There was something so kind in his nature that all were attracted and held by it.At the time of his death Lieutenant Leavitt was acting Adjutant of his regiment, a position which, in its first battle, became one of great danger and responsibility. It is not definitely known how he received his mortal wound, for night fell on the conflict before it ended in victory. The courage displayed by him in the daylight encounter and the tragic circumstances of his death increased the respect and affection felt for him by his companions in arms. With much toil they brought his body many miles on their returning march, and laid it in the grave beside the Cheyenne. He did not live to complete his twenty-third year, nor to rejoice at the achieved success of his country in its great struggle. Placed where his duty called him, apart from the main current of the war, and from association with familiar friends, there is something peculiarly pathetic in his brief military career, terminating, as it began, on the outpost of civilized life.