Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1869-06-02
RnriaI Grounds Of the war.

A correspondent Ol lu0 DOsSOA
Traveller, describing the Cemetery
near Newbern, North Carolina, relates
the following:
At one end Of the row are two
graves, Of which uncommon care has
been taken and to which our attention
was called by the keeper. They bear Z,
the following touching inscriptions;
No. 1744.
21sT MASSACHUSETTS.
BETRoTHED TO C. &C.
THE name Is not given on the board,
but we learned that it was q member
of Company Z, Of this regiment.)
The other reads as follows:
MISS CARRIE E. CUTTER,
BETRoTHED TO NO. 1744.
BURIED AT HIS SIDE AT HER OWN RE-
QUEST.
I Probably many in the old Twenty
first will know the circumstances and
/ tell the story Of these two lovers; but
/ the inscription on their headbosrds is
all we know Of their life of love or de-
votion at death. But other incidents
we do know that are full of interest to
us, and we doubt not to your readers,
which are recalled as we stand by the
flagstaff and read over the familiar
names on the white boards before US:
''Follijambe, 10th Conn" All, yes!
that is the very grave they told u
about, and this Is the
SAD STORY OF LOVE
They told us: '"The soldier lying in
that grave was reared by kind parents
] -. Z nf f1noa of fTrvn
an honest, intelligent young man
he went to New Haven. There he
became acquainted with young lady
by the name of Fenin, who came to
visit her brother, then in college
They became engaged to ke 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 fur
ioughs eemented their affection, until
they felt that no earthly obstacle could
come between them and the sweet joys
of life in store for them.
But to the loving heart in Harlem
there one day came a report that her
betrothed was killed. In wild sus-
pense she waited for his letters, but
none came. Her father wrote TO the
Colonel and 20 the Chaplain. They
could only say that he was missing"
With no thought Of money, or trouble,
or care, the old grey-headed father
whose daughter, since the death Of his
son, was his all, searched increasingly
for some clue to the missing one; even
venturing within the lines Of the enc
my. She, with that sublime fortitude
which only q woman can command
when trouble comes, and with that
devotion which makes q woman's love
so pure and sacred, shared the dangers
and Ifatigues of q two years search,
knowing nothing, caring for nothing,
unless it concerned her lover. Final
I ly his grave was found in the woods
near where the Tenth once formed
/ skirmish line, and little head-board
| bearing his name carved IN crooked
lines with a pen knife, marked his
resting place. Word was sent to the
mourners, and the next conveyance
| brought them to the spot. For awhile
! the daughter sat in the carriage, and
would not get out; not 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. Gong to
the graves she walked around .it-read
slowly the inscription-and then fold
ing her hands across her breast she ex-
claimed, 'Oh, Charleyp and fell upon
the grave a corpse. The old man left
alone in this world Of grief was led
away by the driver, maniac. To-day
in the asylum at New York, he is con-
stantly inquiring in his delirium why.
his daughter is not married.