The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1869-04-29
/ United in Death.

United in Death.
The following story is from the
correspondence of the Boston Irau-
eler, descriptive of the cemetery at
Newbern, N. G. The young lady
named was tho daughter Of Prof.
Calvin Cutter, author of several
works on physiology:
cat one end of the row are two
graves, of which uncommon care has
been taken, and to which our atten-
ton was called by the keeper. They
bear the following tender inscrip.
tions:
No. 1744.
21sT MASSACHUSETTS,
BETRoTHED TO G. e. G.
(The name Is not given on the
board, but We learned that it was a
member Of Company E, of this regi-
ment.) 5;,rs...f- go
The other reads as follows:
as Miss CARRIE E. CUTTER,
BETRoTHED TO No. IVA.
BURIED AT HIS SIDE BY HER REQUEST.
Probably many in the old 21st will
know the circumstances and tell the
story of these two lovers; but the in
scription on their head-boards is all
we know of their life of love, or dc
votion at death. But other incidents
we do know that are full of interest
to us, and we doubt not to your read.
ers, which are recalled as we stand
by the flagstaff and read over the ia
miliar names on the white boards
before us: "Foliiambo, 10th Conn"
All, yes! that is the very grave they
told rs about, and this is the
SAD STORY OF LOVE.
they told us. "The soldier living in
that grave was reared by kind pa
rents in Hartford, and at the age of
twenty-au honest, intelligent young
mamie went to New Haven
There he became acquainted with a
young lady by the name of Fenin,
who came to visit her brother, then
in college. They became engaged to
be married, and all was sunshine in
the path of life. But the rebellion
came, and she returned to her home
IN Harlem, to wait for his return from
the war, to which he was determined
to 60. Two years Of correspondence
and two fnrloughs cemented their af-
lection, until they felt that no earth
~ obstacle could come between them
and the sweet joys of life in store for
them.
But to the loving heart in Harlem
there one daJ came q report that her
betrothed was killed. In wild sus.
pcnso sho waitod for his Iottore, but
none came. Her father wrote to the
Colonel and to the Chaplain. They
could only say that he was missing.
With no thought of money, or care,
or trouble, the old grey-headed ia.
ther, whose daughter, since the death
of his son, was his all, searched un.
ceasingly for some clue to the miss
ing one; even venturing within the
lines Of the enemy. She, with that
sublime fortitude which only wo
man can command when trouble
comes, and with that devotion which
makes woman's love so pure and
sacred, shared the dangers and ia
tigues of a two years search, and
knowing nothing, caring for moth
ing, unless it concerned her lover
Finally his grave was found in the
woods near where the 10th once
formed skirmish line, and a little
head-board bearing his name cary &c
in crooked lines with pen-knife
marked his resting place. Word was
sent to the mourners, and the next
conveyance brought them to the spot
For while the daughter sat in The
carriage, and would not get out; no,
daring to trust herself within view
Of the spot where lay the dearest
form she ever knew. Come, Nellie,
said the old man, and with forced
calmness he assisted his daughter
from the carriage. Going to the
grave she walked around tread
slowly the inscription-and then fold.
ing her arms across her breast, she
exclaimed, ooh Charley" and fell
upon the grave a corpse. The old
man alone in this world of grief was
led away by the driver. a maniac.
To-day in the asylum at New
York, he is constantly inquiring in
his delirium why his daughter is not
married.
Sad, sad tale. Almost too tragic
to believe, yet hundreds attest its
truth"
Alas! how many such incidents
there have been since the war, that
will never be recorded.