ping-ground of a few nights previous, and by his side Captain Bailey, of the Fifty-third Massachusetts, and Lieutenant——of the——.
Our Quartermaster and Dr. Thompson were the only officers who attended the funeral; all the others being compelled, by their duty, to be at the front.
Lieutenant Mason tells me that his face had its most natural expression,— one of perfect tranquillity and repose.
At the grave a few remarks were made by the chaplain of the Fifty-third Massachusetts, Mr. Whittemore. . . . .
Your affectionate nephew, Thomas R. Rodman.
Headquarters, defences of New Orleans, New Orleans, June 5, 1863.
dear Sir,— I had hoped to obtain some of the details of your son's death in time to send by the last mail, knowing that it would be a comfort, though a sad one, for you to know how and where he fell.
It is, however, only since the steamer sailed that I have heard anything which I could venture to write as reliable.
The regiment was lying down
shone out so brightly in endurance, bravery, and devotion to his country's service, we may well feel that in him we have lost a noble and heroic man.
George Whittemore, Jr.
Private 1st Co. Mass. Sharpshooters, August, 186; Corporal; Sergeant; killed at Antietam, Md., September 17, 1862.
this memoir can be but a brief harmony and strength, and a career of persistent fidelity; though the one shrank from publicity, and the other was undecorated with the badges of rank.
George Whittemore, Jr., son of George and Anna Whittemore, was born in Boston, December 19, 1837.
He attended the public schools of that city, graduating from the Latin School,er.
In view of his exceeding worth to others, and as we think of all he might have been had he remained with us longer, we cannot help feeling and saying, George Whittemore died before his time.
Yet it is only in this view, and only as we thus think, that we are allowed to deem his death premature.
His life had already reached