Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1862-03-13
The Death of Gen. Lander.

The Death Of Gen. Lander.
A soldier of Gen. Lander's division, wri-
ting to tho Cincinnati Gazette, pays the
following tribute to his lamented leader:
Gen. Lander is dead. The mighty chief
tain has fought his last battle" He, the
peerless, the bravest of the brave, sleeps in
death. A more than Sabbath stiffness pre-
walls over all the camp. Everywhere we
meet with something that reminds US Of our
J loss. That majestic presence, that SO
recently moved among us and chcered us
with the promise Of leading us against our
foes--he, alasl has bowed before our first as
well as last enemy, dQsth.
1t is said that sinc< .he battle at Edwards
Ferry, Lander has become gray. He has
had, from the first, but one idea, and that
was to serve his country. He cared for
nothing else-he put everything else aside.
Day and night this commanded his whole
attention; and at last nature yielded to the
pressure, and his enfeebled vital energies
gave away.
How truly he illustrated the fact
for in this spirit the General worked to the
last. He bore the helmet of Pluto, which
makes a prudent man go invisible-secrecy
" COuUCl uuu CCiCfly III dOtiOh " WiCu ~
thing needsto be done, there is no secrecy like
celebrity. II were impossible to forget his
look and bearing as he rode around the lines
of the 66th Regiment 0. V. l., on the day
of the review, Feb. 22d. He halted just IN
front of where l was standing. In every
look and word and gesture, he revealed the
force ofthatiron will and restless energy which
had driven the last armed traitor baud from
his department. There was a significant
compression of his lips, q clear. steady d.
rectness of his eye. His words were few,
but they touched the heart. SOLDIERS, you
are to act under the eye of your Gcnerl
Every worthy deed, though performed by
the humblest private, will be recognized. :
Then after a pause he added, But if | fall
you will be remembered and rewarded by
grateful country" Every man was proud Of
his gallant leader, and longed to follow hin
into battle.
] have just now turned away from lookinl
at him as he now sleeps in death with hi
gray locks resting upon his pillow, an,
limbs Strengthened to go down the darl
valley.
But ever in death, he wears the insignii
Of power and hero @ self-sacriice that CAV
him that mastering influence hat charnle,
every patriot in this division.
No! Lander is not dead; for in memory
in affection, he is with us. His name be
longs to history, which is so sad and so glo
rious. In him we're united those rarer Dual
ties which peculiarly adapted him to the pos
ition Of = great leader.
Every soldier knew that Lander was with
out fear, and that his absorbing desire wa
to fall at the head of his army, and die ami
the shock of arms with the shout of victory
For wise reasons this was denied him. Blu
peacefully without a groan or struggle h
passed away at 5 o'clock p. NJ, March
1862.
To-day his funeral was attended. TIL
division, with its thousands Of braves, wei
under arms at an early hour. At tw
o'clock the religious services were attende
to by Chapla;nI Warner and Parsons. Thes
/ ended, the coffin, wrapped in the stars an
, stripes, was conveyed down the lines, pr,
ceded by two bands, toward the train o
3 cars waiting to convey the remains to Har
, cock.
The bands played the dead march as tn
procession n. composed OF the Generals stat
his sharpshooters, and the chaplains, marcel
ed with slow and measured tread within ii
lines Of soldiers who presented arms as tf
+ cOrtego passed.
!, Ere they reached the cars the bands pla,
4 ed Old Hundred. Oh the majesty of thi
D old tune-which seems associated with Il
everlasting hills, or the endlessness of Il
: pure sky, or the golden sorgeeusness ofsuI
Q set. 1t gives us glimpses Of mysteries in,
I which we may not pierce. The smootl
swelling, ~far-sounding peals that echoed an
ruverberated among the hills; then the sol
e ened sweetness ard mournful tenderness
0 Of a breathing voice. And the glorious fe
! lowship of the old melody drew tears which
4 unbidden flowed from the eyes of hundred
s Many a heart was borne up high, nigh az
nearer to God-tO the choir Of the angel
ana were made to feel that they were
very deed sharing in the worship of Il
temple not made with hands, where Il
e white robed ones stand before the Highe
e in the ecstacy of perfect bliss.
The remains were placed upon the car
the sharpshoters and the escort filed in
their seats, and the train started for Fla
n cock-from thence they would proceed
private conveyance to Frederick City--then
by railroad TO Washington, where his wide
y resides. Farewell, brave Lander, farowe
hi p.