out their hearts' blood, hold their memory sacred.
They laughed with them in the peaceful years of boyhood, by the Shenandoah, in the fields around Millwood, in Jefferson, or amid the Alleghanies; then they fought beside them, in Virginia, in Maryland, wherever the flag was borne; they loved them, mourn them, every name is written on their hearts, whether officer or private, and is ineffaceable.
Their own time may come, to-day or to-morrow; but they feel, one and all, that if they fall they . Requiescat in pace!
Whatever be the issue of the conflict, these brave spirits will be honoured, and held dear by all who love real truth and worth and courage.
Wherever they sleep-amid the Alleghaneys, or by the Potomac, in the fields of Maryland, or the valleys and lowlands of Virginia — they are holy.
Those I knew the best and loved most of all, sleep now or will slumber soon beneath the weeping willow of the Old Chapel graveyard in the Valley.
There let them rest amid tears, but lau