...d gloriously fallen while charging at the head of his Louisiana Battalion. All regretted the death of this valiant soldier, and many a stout heart was wrung with anguish when it was whispered: Poor Wheat is gone! Bury me on the battle-field, boys! said he, expiring beneath a majestic oak, surrounded by his weather-beaten Spartan heroes-the field is ours, as usual, my boys-bury me on the battle-...