e in the morning at the point of the bayonet. But our boys are determined and in for it. Our bayonet exercise has got to put the whole regiment through fire and brimstone.
To tell you the truth, our boys expect to be split to pieces.
But we have all made up our minds to die at our post. We have one great consolation before us: the famous Seventh Regiment of New York will join us to-night in Philadelphia, and at three o'clock in the morning we expect to take up our line of march.
There is an unheard — of hot time before us; we are furnished with no ammunition as yet, and we are to rely on our bayonets and revolvers solely.
Our Lieutenant is collecting our letters, and I must leave you. Perhaps before you receive this I may be lying on the field among those recorded with the dead.
But what is more glorious than to die for one's country?
I am in as good spirits as our dubious position will admit, and I will die like a soldier — and a true one if I must. --Boston Express, April 27