The National tribune., 1900-03-01

was need of constant vigilance and alertneSs
upon the long line of defense, and those III
command could not prudently leave their
posts of duty in daylight.
In the afternoon a resident minister OF the
Gospel was requested by Gen. Burnside 10
attend after nightfall the funeral of the
officer whose wound unto death had sig
naliZed the beginning of the siege and
thrown a dark shadow over the spirits OF
his companions. They gathered together
at their commanders headquarters, and
among them was the Chief Engineer OF the
Department. who was q personal friend OF
the deceased-hS only clasSmate at the
sege-who spoke of him as a most gallant.
chivaIric soldier and noble gentleman"
! To Capt. Poe Gen. Sanders had com
municated the premontion he had that
death awaited him in battle on the day he
fell; and with the Captain he had left on
going 10 the field. some personal treasures,
among which were few letters from one
whom he had hoped i'll the future would be
/ his bride. He was Yet young, being but
! rs.
| AS the party of nourners passed down
! the street to the hotel where the body lay,
Gen. Burnside spoke Of the extraordinary
personal daring of the departed officer
| Upon reaching the hotel the company'S
number was increased by waiting COM
rades, and after religious offices a pro-
cession was formed upon the silent street.
There was no plumed hearse drawn by
well-fed horses. but kindly hands of brother
soldiers 10 bear the dead at the end Of the
/ path Of glory that leads but to the grave"
A sort of weird solemnity invested the
scene. Its features were IN such strong
contrast with those which might be eX-
pected, in the fitness of things, il would
wear No funeral strains OF martial music
j floated on the air. 1t seemed as if war dis
robed of its pomp and pageantry, had taken
its departure. and its absence was supplied
IsE fln IN pI..tt NIL
attire. disdaining through profound grief
all trappings Of woe. An observer might
fancy that-the army, which with dauntless
courage refused To surrender To men in
superior force, had now surrendered 10 God,
and that lis chieftans, having yielded up
their swords, We're marching along the way
into captivity. But. yet not all is peaceful.
For harki there comes the sound of boom
ing cannon. And every little while il again
peals forth upon the hushed air. From
the presence Of these night obSeques War
is gone, but he fingers near and bids de-
fance TO the encroacher ON his domain.
Little heed, though do the mourners give
10 his hoarse notes. And the heavens ap-
pear To sympathize in their grief. for their
face is covered with mist as with "A vail. and,
hanging low in the western sky, Il young
moon sheds her dnmed luSter on the
scene. and from above all the loving eye Of
One looks down. without whose notice,
although He rules the army Of heaven, not
a sparrow falls 10 the ground.
At the head or the procession went the
Commander-in-Chie and the minister
BY their side walked the Medical Director of
the army. bearing a lighted lantern in his
hand. Thatlantern did duty at the grave,
as the body was committed, earth to earth
ashes 10 ashes. dust 10 dust" in hope of the
resurrection Of the dead.
When all was over Gen. Burnside said 10
the minister thoughtful word concerning
the event inevitable awaiting all men; and
then every one went his way, some TO watch
and some 10 sleep; but probably few of the
company could forget the burial of Gen
w. +. Sanders in the likeness of its cir
cumstances TO the Burial Of Sir John
| Moore"
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