Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1864-12-14
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tired, in order to eomplete his labeF OF
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Col. Opdyoke said 10 ms, 81 cannot
express to you the loss this. organlEs-
tion and the service have sustained in
the death of 1t. Diliey. He was wei
Instructed in his duties as al officer,
conscientious in their performance,
and Drawer man could not be. He
was gentle and upright and we loved
him AS a brother" 1t. Cob Moore
said, If feel that | have lost a brother.
His gentle manners aud warm heart
added to his unsurpassed heroism, en-
deared him greatly to US all" Ad5t-
r. c. Powers spoke in nearly the same
terms. Capt. z P. Bates said ''God
never made . purer man. nor a bet
ter, Drawer soldier than Alison Dilley.'
All conquered in saying that he never
turned aside or stopped his head IN
the least to avoid danger, Always
mindful of those entrusted to his COM
mand, be bestowed no thought on
himself. When his men were shelter
led, ne would remain unmo9ed, fearless
of and scorning rebel bullets amid
their thickest fail. His friends had
warned and e~ntreated, bet in vain, he
held his life ia pawn 10 be yielded IN
| the hour OF need and felt that death
had no power 70 remove him from
the hollow of Jehovah's hand.
IL il sad that one so young, so gilt
ed, SO ncbIe, pure, and brave, should
fall thus early, but sister, he died as
he would have wished to die, at the
post of dnty. We know that he went
as a soldier from no selfish motive but
as Il Jealous defender OF sublime prin-
cip!es he threw his whole energies into
his duties. Entering service In the
humblest sphere, yet one in which be
felt more pride thar any after place
could ever give him, he Won promotion
in the bEoodiest fields of Chickaman-
ga. Daring the present campaign he
won his commission as lst Lieut.. with
a prospect of another speedy promo
lion, when be fell q victim to treason,
and a martyr in the holy cause offree
EGovernment, and if aught can turn
the sharp edge of grief we may ind
it IN the thought that such have their
reward a hundred toit 10 that peace
that passcth understanding into which
ethey have entered aud shall forever
abide."
When prayers for the loved ones
return die uuuttered on the threshold
OF the heart thai is stricken with the
palsy OF = dead hope, the pea drops
eweariness that was wOnt To essay
words of-cheer Tor the eyes OF the
precious soldier, amid his tolls and
periis. 4 broken sword ami a limo Of
tears is all. This bereaTed tribute is
10 you my plea for the siammerlng
tri buLe l bring testifying as hee6ly
lof hiss virtues, as 4 mist-shrouded star
! testi6es OF cur glorious sun. IL the
words OF his noble and beloved Capt
He was our .favorite, our pride. oul
lcheer. bat on God, he ia dead. Peace
be with him. lie was worthy To 1--we
and | tvust prepared TO die. | tee'
! more the need Of, than the ability &c
! write words OF consolation He had
spent two years in the service OF our
country, and God had kept him froul
| the harms of disease, of wounds, O
capture and to such rs he was, death
could Be noharfH. Shadowy 10 US isthe
dim inlet of Death, but around him
il snread waves of immortal glory
His brief life was O brief harmony
nov repeating itself 10 eternal sweet
ness" He went forward IL his
strenpth to meet Death" An ange
met him and leadeth him Ill wayso
ioy, and there is light, and purity, anc
love and peace, aud beauty and, free
dom. all in which his seRl delighted
whittier that angel led him. With us
shado6, and evil, and dlscord, and
bondage. Say, woald we wish hin
here again? And yet the heart aches
to greet him and will not be comfort
ed. 1t was 8 weary campaign that
bereft us but he often wrote "When
we get Atlantis, I shall feel better
He is better, and "We have Allan
ia" aut
Whi.psr "Yictory" in hush and pain.
For all the rich seed sewn;
tn II we might reap this blessed sraAE.
To God alone is known.
Speak softly victory"
Methink thee Of the scarlet gems
That stud the flaming world
That fash from Triumph's golden hens.
And glow along his sword.
And yet, though bowed beneath the rod
Through tears We look TO thee oh God.
And ever pray for victory