OF the
MASSACHUSETTS LINE,
Who died Of wounds
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Received in action with the


ENEMY, ,oN THE 25TH of July, ,1S14.o


And this is honor! This is fame!
Why, brave man! cen now, I read the
tribute to thy bravery in the bulletin of
the action. Thou hast comrades, fa-
ther, mother, sisters, to mourn thy loss:
and noa0 the strangers foot carelessly
spurns thy frail memento; nor father,
mother, sisters-no ashes. Peace to
thy names, brave countrymen, where
'er they sleep! See from this point
how gently and gracefully undulates
the battlefield. The woods, bowling
to the evening breeze as the soft sun
light pours through their branches,
show not the gashes of rude cannon
shot; the plain, loaded and bending
with the yellow harvest, betrays no hui
man gore. Yon hill scathed, scorch-
ed, and blackened with cannon fame,
the very resting place Of the deadly
battery, shows no relic of the fierce
death struggle, as, covered with the fla
grant clover and wild blue-bell, the
bee in monotonous hum banquets o'er
it. Naught mars the serenity of Ma
ture as she smiles upon us. Yet burnt
in common funeral pyre, the ashes O.
| those brave men, of friend and foe
there mingIein the bosom from whence
they issued. The frenzied passion
past, the furious conflict Ger, they
have lain downin quiet, and like young
children, sleep gently, sWeetly, in the
| lap of that common mother, who shell,
ters with like protection the little field
mouse from its gambois and the tur
baned Sultan sinking amid his pros
rrate millions. Shades of my gallan
countrymen, shades of their daring
foes, forewell! Meier had warrior
more glorious death-couch; the eterna
cataracts roar your requiem.