in strength until he could walk without crutches. In November, however, he took a very severe cold, and his enfeebled constitution soon lost all it had gained. He died December 17, 1867, at the age of twenty-six, having suffered nearly five years of exhausting illness, the result of less than five months of military service. There are many who can do their duty well upon the battlefield for one who can bear patiently, in early youth, the prolonged martyrdom of a disease like his. Yet it is the accumulated testimony of the many who knew him that his sweetness and endurance seemed inexhaustible. In the words of one of his superior officers in the Forty-Fifth Massachusetts, ‘he was one of the bravest men in the regiment, and stood all the intense hardships of his first campaign heroically.’ But his career after his withdrawal from military service won yet higher praise. It is best described, perhaps, in the words of one of that bounteous household who have so long made Fayal such a haven of blessedness to the many invalids who have sought its repose. Miss Clara Dabney writes of him:—
His character was so round and full that it was some time before I found out what a rare person he was. I always expected him to do and be just as he was, it seemed only natural; but in thinking over it all, I found how much he had unconsciously led me to expect from him. He has left an example as precious as his memory. How much he lived for himself and for others in those twenty-six years!Another of the same family writes:—
His mission to teach patience and resignation to God's holy will was accomplished, and those who were privileged to be taught by him have learned a lesson they can never forget.