Year: 1869

The following story is from the cores
pondence of the Boston Traveller, de-
scriptive of the cemetery at Newberne,
N. c. The young lady named was the
daughter of professor Calvin Cutter, au-
thor of several works on physiology.


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 the following
touching inscription


No. LIZA.


21ST MASSACHUSETTS.


BETRoTHED To c. E. c.


The name was not given on the board.
but we learned that it was member of
Company E, of this regiment.


The other reads as follows


MISS CARRIE E. CUTTER,


BETRoTHED TO No. ,744.


BURIED AT HIS SIDE AT HER OWN RE-


QUEST.


Probably many in the old 2fst will
know the circumstances and tell the sto-
ry of these two lovers but the inscrip-
tion of these headboards is all we know
of their life of love or devotion 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 be-
fore us +" Follinjambo, 10th Connecti-
cut" All, yes that is the very grave
they told us about, and this is the sad
story of love they told us =" The sol
dier lying in that grave was reared by
kind parents in Hartford, and at the age
of twenty-an honest, intelligent young
mamie 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 be-
came engaged to be married, and all was
sunshine IN the path of life. But the re-
bellion came, and she returned to her
home in Harlem, to await his return from
the war, to which he was determined to
go. Two years of correspondence and
two furloughs cemented 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 report that her be.
trothed was killed. In wild suspense
she waited for his letters, but none came
Her father wrote to the Colonel and tc
the Chaplain. They could only say that
he was missing" With no thought o.
money, or trouble, or care, the old gray
haired father, whose daughter since thu
death of his son, was his all, searched
increasingly for some clue to the missing
one even venturing within the lines o
the enemy. She, with that sublime for
titude which only woman can command
when trouble comes, and with that devo
ton which makes woman's love sopur
and sacred, shared the dangers and fa
tigues of two years search, knowing
nothing, caring for nothing, unless i
concerned her lover. Finally, his grav
was found in the woods near where th
10th once formed a skirmish line, and
little headboard bearing his name, cary
ed in crooked lines with pen knife, mark
ed his resting place.


Word was sent to the mourners, ant
the next conveyance brought them t.
the spot. For while the daughter sa
in the carriage, not daring to trust her
self within view of the spot where la,
the dearest form she ever knew. "Come
Nellie" said the old man, and with fore
ed calmness he assisted his daughter iron
the carriage. Going TO the grave sh
walked around tread slowly the in
scription-and then folding her arm
across her breast, she exclaimed "Of
Charley P' and fell upon the grave
corpse. The old man, alone in this worl
of grief, was led. away by the driver