He deemed a death for honor sweet,As he lay in the fort, his comrades took from his jacket-pocket, a piece of paper, on which he had but recently written these words: The brave die never;
And sohe fell.
In death they but exchange their
Country's arms for more.
Their country's heart.
And if from their sacred home, beyond the clash and jar and discords of this brief life, the gallant dead see us, and know us, take my testimony to-day, my friends, when I tell you, that we, who knew and loved those men, knew full well how sweet and holy their satisfaction when they see this becoming memorial in honor of one who so well deserved his place in the affections of his friends. Aye, more—if Harleston's unselfish spirit knows aught that we have done, how sweet the satisfaction to realize the fulfilment of his own cherished hope, and to know that here, where his character was formed, and his purpose of duty fixed! Here; where manly men and boys are preparing for life's high trusts, here in the city for whose safety he gave his life, and here, from the living offerings of his personal friends we have met to testify, that he and his brave comrades have indeed ‘exchanged their country's arms for more, their country's heart.’ I rejoice in the holy impulse of affection that suggested this memorial