The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-08-27

ut was not my time hitherto 1t is, now
: shall go into the fight more joyfully than
| ever tired children went home. | have only
one wish. If you pull through alive, take care
of my body. | want to be buried at home, be-
i side a grave that was made last March, in the
| Westville church-yard You must send me
to my father-David Thornycroft, Westville,
Connecticut. Here it is written down for you.
Papers that left at home, explaining my
wishes, will be sufficient for the rest"
His manner carried conviction at least Of his
own faith in his forewarning, but Stephen
Chase tried to shake it off.
Il never knew presentiment to come true
i'm my life he said sturdily. "1ou will
talk over the battlefield twenty-four hours
from now"
Thornycroft only smiled, as he said
''Do yon promise what have asked, Steph-
len vii you send my body to my father, if
it is within your power to protect it?' .a.
/ Eyes for your satisfaction | promise.
Shall not bid you goodbye, though"
They were toiling up the hill, that fatal af-
ternoon of the next day, side by side, when sud
denly Thornycroft lolled round with kindling
eyes to his comrade lie stretched out his
hand with a smile which the other will never
forget if he lives till his hair is white
''Good-bye, Stphen" @
The next instant he fell heavily. 4 Rebel
shot had given him his mortal wound.
E With exertions which would seem half in
credible if [ shout relate them Stephen Chase
succeeded in getting him off the field. He
was not dead, and hope still lurked in his
comrades heart that he might yet live TO tell
1T home the story Of the war. He did not
move but faithful Steven could feel the faint
Beating of his heart.
He did not die till the troops had gone back
across the Rappahanuock. lie belonged to a
division which went into the fight six thous-
and strong, and went back at night only ff-
teen hundred. He lay there with the wound
ed around him-the thin ranks out of which SO
many brave feet had marched forever. Just
at dawning he looked up, and met his friends
eyes. He taItered feebly:
I ga defeat, Stephen! lived to know-vic-
Tins, not conqucrors."
Then his face frightened with a strange "a.
dance, and he whispered 50 softly that his
friend could scarcely catch the worCis-whis-
pered as to some invisible auditor
YES, my darling, yes"
The next instant the faint heartbeat under
Stephen Chase's hand was still.
They have buried him. since then, beside
the grave where he knelt i'll the moonlight
tie night before he went away. Only foot
q earth between the two who loved each 9th
e. so dearly. Is there SO much Surely our
dreams Of the future are not i'll vain. Surely
in the heaven which is anchored
of this world, where sickness and sorrow
never come, and there arc neither wars nor
rumors of wars, somewhere i'll that still Land
Of Peace they are tasting the crp Of joy which
earth denied them.
John Morgan and John Morgan's wife and
CHI ldren, will speak the name Of Ash Thorny
croft all their lives with such revcrent tender
ness as BELTS the memory Of one who is en-
shrined in their hearts as saint and as deliv-
4rcr We know not yet for what good end
he and those who fell with him laid down
-heir lives-God grant that we may know
leraaft er-to+ tho GOOD eoyvtn IN tears we may
re - with exceeding great 10y.