Daily globe., 1883-07-30
A LOVE LETTER.

| a TeSt1mOnlal Ottie AHecttoD Formed in
Camp and Service During the late War
Capt. Durand to Col, Moore.
The Bismarck, (Dsk.) Herald of late
date prints letter addressed to Lieut.
Col. o. H. Moore, 18th q. S. infantry, COM
manding at Fort Abraham Lincoln, written
from thecolore''s home n Cod water. ..icF
by one of his associates in the volunteer
service of 1861'65, who is
Mr.. w. w. Durand, the we'll
known press agent of Barnum's circus.
The letter and response may be regarded
as extravagant by unsentimentel persons,
but we believe or lady readers and many
of the warmth I'D veterans of the late
war will read it IN appreciative enjoy
ment of the feeling displayed. The letter
is as follows:
'To Colonel Orlando 81. Moore, 18th q. S.
Infantry:
"Aftsr many years, away up here in this
pretty village fringed with full-foliaged
trees and growing green fields fragrant
| with the sweet breath of daisies and must
cal with natures melody, 1 find those who
know and love you, and who tell me the
glad news that you are among the living
the same tender,great-heart gifted soul as
of old-as compared with ordinary avarici
ous, ,grasping mortals about as the blue en-
Pysian to motionless and malaria-infested
pond, or cloud-reaching Ossa to common
mound. Under the dreamy influence of
June-day sun which begets a deli
cious feeling and causes time memories
to crowd my brain like fitting fairy phan-
toms, my soul goes out to you and can no
more quiet the swelling thoughts which
possess me than an infant hand could hold
the tide of a rushing river.
Nineteen years, dear old friend, since
we stood side by side drowsy with the
! smoke of battle! You bold and fearless
| as the Nemean lion and well, younger,
less experienced and more timid, guided
by your counsel and encouraged by your
| example. And in action, the fire in your
| blue, blazing eyes lent an inspiration
| to all who gaZed, and caused us
to carry always high and aloft the
| starry standard of victory. Old COM
rade, do you remember the blood and
| carnage and tears of those faithful days?
Of Franklin, Nashville, Kingston and other
| fields where death run riot? And the
tiresom march from Duck River to Spring
Hill, and the sleepless night passed at the
| very mouth of the array of brass pieces
which glistened under the dull beams of
| the cloud-coVered moon and the uncertain
| light of the dim torch and smouldering
| faggot-fres? The owls monotonous cry,
| the mournful night birds songs, the Sob
| bing Of the winds among the trees and the
vail of the whippoor-will
furnished the music, unwelcome
and weird. When the east grew rosy
with blushing dawn and our army
| had moved noiselessly on, every sound
carefully muff1ed for fear we should wake
the sleeping enemy who were three to one,
! then we stole silently, wearily away to
guard the rear. The next day flowed the
crimson tide at Franklin-"15, 900 killed
and wounded" in front of the half circle
! of feeble breastworks built in two hours,
| 80 close was the pursuit. Many friend
! went down as the twilight settled with
tismoke and gloom over the plains of death
but you and l, and many more still live,
who withstood the fury of that midnight
encounter, to recount the memories of long
marches made with blistered feet, the vir-
tues of fallen comrades and anecdotes of
the bivouac.
| ''They tell me, old friend, that you have
known uncommon sorrow-and SO have I
but, alas! who has not? 1t is the certain
lot of all mortals to encounter grief at
some period of life.'' ''The house built by
the grave maker is stronger and more en-
during than any other structure-lt lasts
forever" AS the sage of Avon says:
"We are such stuff as dreams are made
| of
And our little life is rounded with
sleep.'
"The one uppermost wish in my heart,
dear Colonel, is that peace and Joy abide
with you now and forevernore-tha your
life like a clear river whose grassy banks
are gemmed with overhanging flowers,
the lips of which kiss the water
as it ripples by, may flow on to that land
where existence is love through eternitys
endless ages. And should we meet no
more on earth, yet long way off when
your days of usefulness are over and peace
ful old age quiets you to sleep, I would
love to be at your side and repeat, in the
language of an immortal mind greater
than any of modern times, these words
Were each one for whom he has done
some loving service to bring single bios
som to his grave, he would sleep tonight
beneath a wilderness of flowers
| CIV. W. DURAND,
"Once Second Div. staff, 23d A. 9.
"Coldwater, June s."
part of Col. Moore's response to this
letter from the old friend whom he had not
seen for many years was as follows: ''In
that letter you have gathered the flowers
that shall grace my grave, and at my bur
ial it is my wish to have your letter read
: in place of any other ceremonies"
Vital Questions!
, | Ask the most eminent physician
Of any school, what is the best thing in the
world for quietng and ailayipg all irritation OF
the nerves aIld :orIng all forms of nervous cum-
plants, giving natural childIke refreshing sleeE
!. always?
And they II tell you unhesitatingly
'Some form of Hopsr'
CHAPTER l.
| Ask any all of yhe most eminent pilys clans
''What is the best and only renedy tildt can be
relied on to cure all diseases of the kldaeys anC