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

Camp and Service During the hate War
Capt. Durand to Col. Moore.
The Bismarck, (Dak.) Herald of late
date prints letter addressed to Lieut..
Col. o. H. Moore, 18th q. s.. infantry, COM
mandirg at Fort Abraham Lincoln, written
f-om the'color e's hon n Co d water, Mich &,
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 o" lady readers and many
of the warmth I'D veter,ns of the late
war will read it y. n appreoiative enjoy
ment of the feeling displayed. The letter
is as follows:
'To Colonel Orlando Il. 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 musi-
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
us,grasping mortals about as the blue en-
pysian to motionless and malaria infested
pond, or cloud-reaching Ossa to a common
mound. Under the dreamy influence of
| a June-day sun which begets deli
| cious feeling and causes old-time memories
! to crowd my brain like fitting fairy phan-
toms, my soul goes out to you and 1 can no
more quiet the swelling thoughts which
possess me than an infant hand could hold
the tide of 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?
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 gltstened 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
| wall 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 muf1ed for fear we should wake
the sleeping enemy who were three to one,
then we stole silently, YEARLY away to
| guard the rear. The next day flowed the
crimson tide at Franklin-"15,0 900 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
smoke 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? It 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
| or,
And our little life is rounded with g
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 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 eternity's
endless ages. And should we meet no
more on earth, yet a long way of 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
'W. W. DURAND,
) "ODce Second Div. staff, 23d A G.
"Coldwater, June 81
/ part of Col. Moore's response to thi;
letter from the old friend whom he had no
seen for many years was as follows: 'Ir
that letter you have gathered the flower:
that shall grace my grave, and at my bur
ial it is my wish to have your letter reaC
? in place of any other ceremonies
Il Vital Questions!
n Ask the most eminent physician
Of any school what is the best thing in tht