. . . . I have to-day, while on my way from
Frederick hither (sixteen miles), learned the fate of my regiment.
We have lost, in two battles, nearly every commissioned officer, killed or wounded.
The
Colonel's left arm is gone at the shoulder, and the
Lieutenant-Colonel is shot through the neck.
Captain Bartlett is killed, and
Captains Andrews and
Lathrop are the only ones fit for duty in the regiment.
I believe my men (I shall, till the
Lieutenant-Colonel recovers, be in command of the regiment) are not more than ten miles distant; and I hope to reach them to-morrow.
But you can tell how sad a thing this loss of officers and men (fifty-two killed, two hundred and five wounded) is; one quarter part of the regiment gone, taking out the sick, and necessary attendants.
The thousand that marched up State Street, little more than four weeks since, now number hardly more than six hundred; and I almost dread seeing the diminished ranks.