The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1862-11-20
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KENOsHA WISCONSIN, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1862

ment He has left his monument upon the
following canvass, and in the hearts OF those ne
ennobed by his influence. Even though tall-
ling short of its aims, as so many human hVes
lido, his life was grand, and ,assuredly his death
was glorious.
| Mr. Graham often met Phil Doyne at my
house. A beautiful friendship soon sprung W
between them. The elder did not patronlze, OF
sheer at, the youngers IN experience Ane
younger regarded the elder always with re-
spectful Difference, very rare in this age OF If
reverence. Both were gainers-the one IN the
lessons of experience too often learned at grea
loss of moral purity and strength, the other ~
the freshness of feeling rhat comes from assocl
alton with unsuied youth. L loved to see
them together-those bright, genial beings
There w ere few men to whose tutelage coule
willingly have entrusted my young friend, ou
Mr.. Graham's spotless life was guarantee
that, from him, only good could be gained.
Mr.. Graham had thorough comprehension
of public affairs. He foresaw the coming storm
long before it burst upon us,and,I think, was
less surprised than any one knew, by the
outbreak of the rebellion He knew his duty
and saw, from the first, that he would deVo:e
himself to his country.
"My hero came to say farewell TO me:
There was schoOl-boysurst
OF needless speech from MN. Hs simply salu'
'The country's call was first
looked from him-so full of life and nre--
Up to the cal n, grave face OF washington
Upon the wall above us, and replied, ,,,,
GO, fight like him, until your cause De won
He raised company in one of the first regi-
ments collected after the outbreak He was
Captain, Phil Doyne Lieutenant. They went
away together-both my friends
heard often from Captain Graham, as well
as from his young Lieutenant. Doyne sketch
ed with his pen. Graham with his pencil-both
brilliantly. Some day, perchance, when peace
has again revisited US, and the graves OF our
dead are covered with the tender green o.
springiug grass, l shall compile from Phll
Doynos letters personal history OF one or TWO
campaigns. and illustrate 1T by the eSqulsHe
sketches of Captain Graham
Once only did l see Captain Graham after ne
want to the war Passing down Broadway one
sunny day last winter saw him approaching.
He was walking arm IN arm with his intimate
friend the poet, H, whose stirring war lyrics
have become household wordsand have lnsplr~
ed many youth to fight and die for his coun-
try. H-saw me and raised his hat, with in
stirctive courtesy, but without glancing at me.
Cantain Graham's hand was lifted to his cap
III is Mrs.-,' said H, pauslng and
them ODE should have seen the change that came
over that bright face. His smile kindied elect
rically Both hands pressed mine with cordial
pressure
that. talking to II | should have passed you
bv. Dear friend, are you well Have YOU
been well-iu spirit aud body? l shall come
to YOU this evening-shall |? There will be q
great deal to talk about dare say. No, H.,
Won must not come with ME. The two of us
would overwhelm Mrs.-with our talk. At
ter | leave her. l will come to you.
Little did | think that for the last time L had
felt the warm claSpiug OF those hands, ana
heard that mellow, CHEEKY voice, and been our
eted and rested by the magnetic presence OF
that high, earnest nature
AT evening II. came to tell me that Captain
Graham had been suddenly called to his fegl0
ment, a battle was impending, and he hast
eEed to his post of duty. lie sent a note, breath
lug his disappointment.
7 can hardly express he wrote. 'the diSapr
pointmeut | feel. Everything has gone wrong
in this hurried visit. | had score of MESA
oes from Phil, bat they must await the colder
incarceration of the pen. scarcely saw her.
She is so absorbed in attendance on her dying
mother. that she seems to have no cares or in~
teres:s outside the sick room. She came to me,
cold and still, like spirit almost-almost as
unsubstantial am low tonight, and have a
provision that only as spirits shall we meet
again. and this lust as she seems likey,at last
t@ be released from cares, and free to be happy.
And not TO see YOU But soldier must not
repne. 'C'est la fortune de guerre Hard for
tune. | will say that! l shall tell Phil you
send love-I know you do. But how shall 1 be
comfoi ted p
Oh,flend how shall they be comforted whom
thou hast left to miss and mourn thee all
their lives