...ke barking at him next morning for what was called his impudence. He is gone to his honored grave; many of those who met in this hall in pursuance of that notice are gone likewise. They died, as Whittier so well says, their brave hearts breaking slow, But, self-forgetful to the last, In words of cheer and bugle glow, Their breath upon the darkness passed. In those days, as we gathered round...