The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1861-09-06
From the Burlington Times.
One of the Sad Incidents of the War.

We notice in the Nermonter an account OF
the funeral of Henry {. Lyman, vino was
corporal IN the Nergennes company, second
VT regiment. He was Hinesburgh boy.
and was much beloved and esteemed by his
fellow soldiers and acquaintance. He was
in the action at Bull Run, and acted as color
guard with signal c. urage and intrepiditN.-
Soon after that engagement he was taken
sick. and after few days in the hospital al
Alexandria left for home on Through. The
exhaustion of the rapid journey, however, at
fected him untavorably, and he arrived at
Nergennes on Saturday the Sd instant, una
bic to proceed further He died the next day
at one O'Clock, but few minutes before the
arrival of his widowed mother.
His funeral was attended on the 9th by the
Rev Geo. Spaldns of Nergennes, the
Smith Guard" of Hinesburgh, and large
number of his friends and townSmen Sener
ally The following remarks by Capt Eaton
do no more than justice to his character and
virtues:
Again We are called to mourn for the
Young and gifted Another victim of the
grim demon Of war Pale and cold in his
narrow home lies all that is let OF Henry {.
Lyman. Young in Years, bat mature IN ali
that cndears and ennobes human nature
TO his comrades who are still struggling for
the cause he loved SO well. his place can ney-
er be made good. Courteous and atiablc.
brave and generous, noble and daring-not
one among them all but would have done IL
nything bat di>honor to have averted an evi.
from his head In the hour Of battle, when
shot and shell and shrapnel and >arieking
MIME balls tarkercd The air,and Tie ru>l!in.
OF the dark angels wings could almost be
like a veteran so!dier,-say rather Ike the
eagle Of his own native North, daring the
tielcest blasts OF the storm god.
His father and his fathers father were sol
dier>. And in this hour OF his country ;, great
need, he responded to lis call, and laid aside
his books and bidding his sorrowing mother
farewell, ke sought the scenes of conflict
And today be lies beside lis father in the :
lent graveyard as much victim of the > :,
Of July as i; a rifle ball had pierced his heart
Oh the field Of battle. All along that tire
some march, when fainting and exhausted
human nature must Weld, but for the indom-
Itdoi' VAIL 40 it!Is4HS ol ui>l!tl lt!l!!lS WUli.
escaped his lips. but onward, right onward
"our brothers need our kelp'" He came
home, like wounded bird. to die.ani whel.
the waters of the river OF Death were closing
around him, asked only 10 grasp his mothers
hand, but Yet once more TO bid her las,
good bye. 1t was not to be. And he wen,
down into the VALLEY of the Shadow of
Death asking vainly IN dying accents, Has
she come >"
His place by the campfire at the midnish:
blvouac IS vacant. To his sorrowins com
rades Il can never be made good. And whe
the sentries are heating their solitary round.
at night, they will love TO think tina, then
brothers spirit freed from The trammel> thai
bind them. fingers near and points them will
an angel hand TO that "Bettcr Land whert
wars and rumor> OF wars ale heard NJ
more"
Peace to his ashes. May tie >unshin,
lnser DER his grave he longest. May ths
birds there sing the sweetest. May the SLOW
there rest the ishtest. May We meet hin
again.