f the conflict—by the fall of some leader in the thick of the fight, by the dash of troops into the jaws of death, by the musings of a lonely private in faithful discharge of duty.
It is well that such poems should live into these piping times of peace to keep fresh the remembrance of American heroism on whatever field displayed.
When preserved in the amber of fit poetic form, these achievements shine with no trace of sectional pride.
The charge of Kearny at the battle of Fair Oaks, or Seven Pines, as sung in Stedman's ringing verse, is familiar to many who have never read a military account of the battle, and cannot tell whether it occurred in the first or the last year of the war. Ticknor's ballad on the touching devotion of Little Giffen of Tennessee will likewise go straight to the hearts of thousands who may never learn whether Johnston was a Northern or a Southern leader.
Such instances demonstrate the capacity of the American citizen for heroism, and the poetic record of hi