The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1864-07-13
How . Union Soldier Died.

scribes the death of Edward NJ Schnei-
der, 5.th Massachusetts regiment. son
of Doctor Schneider. the venerable
American missionary at Aintah. Turkey.
Young Schneider left Phillips Academy.
Andover, to enlist He Was only IL
years old:
On the march from Annapolis, he,
saough but Ia years old, and unaccus-
toned to har,iships. kept his place in the
ranks, not once falling oat from the en-
campment by the waters of the Chesa.
peake to the Rapidan He was slightly
wounded on the North Anna, and Was
sent to Port Royit for transportation to
Washington. but, of his own accord. re
turned to his regiment, joining, at Cold
Harbor. While preparing for the charge
on the enemy work on the 18th. beyond
the Dunn house, he said TO the chaplain,
Il intend to be the first one to enter
their works.
The charge was made. How grandly
they moved through the woods How
quickly they swept up to the rebel line
OF defensive works, like an ocean billow
upon a breakwater, rolling over it, en-
gulphing all beyond! The brave young
soldier tried TO make good his words.
With eager feet he led the advance,
breaking out from the line and keeping
rod or two in advance
He was almost there-not quite
almost near enough to feel the hot flash
OF the rebel musketry in his face---near
enough % he covered with the sulphur
ous cloud from the cannon-when he fell
shot through the body.
He was carried to the hospital, with
six hundred and fifty Of his division
comrades. He lay all night with his
wound undressed, waiting his turn.
There was not murmur from his lips.
The chaplain looked Mt his wound.
What do you think of itf" Seeing
that it was mortal, he could not articulatc
a reply: neither could he restrain his
tears. He remembered the last injunct-
ion of the young soldiers older sister:
K commit him to your care" The
young hero interpreted the meaning Of
the tears, that his wound was mortal.
'.Do not weep" he said alt is Gods
will. l wish You would write to my
father and tell him that have tried to
do my duty to my country and to God.
He disposed of his effects, giving ten
dollars to the Christian Commission,
twenty dollars to the American Board,
and trifies to his friends. Then, in the
simplicity of his heart, he said / havo
a good many friends, schoolmates, and
companions. They will want to know
where am, and how i am getting on.
Y You can let them know l am gone, and
that die content And, Chaplain, the
boys in the regiment, want you to tell
them to stand by the dear old flag! And
there is my brother in the navy, write to
hi'.. and tell him To stand by the flag and
cling to the cross Of Christi
''The Surgeon came and examined
the wound--"It i. my duty TO tell you
that you will soon GO home," he said.
Yes, doctor. l am soon going home.
am not afraid to die l don't know
how the valley will be when get to it,
but it is all bright now" Then gathering
up his waning strength, he repeated
the verses often sung by the slodiers,
who, amid all the whirl anil excitement
Of the camp and the battlefield, never
forget those whom they have left behind
them-mother, sister, father, brother.
Camly, clearly, distinctly he repeated
these lines, the chorus OF the song:
"Soon with angel. I'll be marching,
With brigh, laurel. my brow;
have for my country fallen
Who viii care for mother now ?"
The night wore away. Death came
on apace. He suffered intense pain, but
not murmur escaped his lips. Sabbath
morning came, and with the coming Of
light he passed away.