g a charge,--the only
case of actual promotion on the field during the war. Bravest in battle,
his courage was not less evinced during months of intense and tedious
suffering. Partially restored to health as by a miracle, he resumed his
command five months from the day of his desperate wound. In Grant's last
campaign he opened the attack on the left at Quaker Road and White Oak
Road, for which he received the brevet of Major-General. Although
several times wounded, he valiantly pressed on, fighting through the
campaign, and taking a prominent and important part in the battle of
Five Forks. His command, the First Division of the Fifth Army Corps, was
designated to receive the surrender of the arms and colors of Lee's
army; and the flag that waved that day over a conquered rebellion now
hangs in his peaceful study at Brunswick.

Of those who died on the morning after the arrival of the Connecticut
was a young man belonging to the Rebel army. He had by chance been taken
up among our wounded. He had his little Bible in his pocket, which he
requested should be sent to his mother, with the message that he died
happy, and hoped to meet her in a better world, but that he was a fool
for having joined the army. As it was supposed that he might have some
such regret in his last hours, he was asked if he were sorry that he had
fought against the old flag. "Well, you need not say that," he said,
"but that I was a fool ever to come to this war." With a smile of peace
upon his countenance, he passed away. Several attempts have been made,
in vain, since the close of the war, to find his mother; the Bible, and
a ring taken from his finger, will possibly never reach her now.

Among the wounded were four men who had lost both legs; they were in the
best of spirits, surely thinking to live, and earnestly planning for the
future. Had the heat not been so excessive for the ten days after they
came, they would probably have survived; but, one after another, they
died, suddenly, overcome by fainting weakness. I remember, too, one boy,
only sixteen years old, who had lost his right arm. "You have given a
good deal for the country," was said to him. "Yes, and I would willingly
give my other arm to help put down this Rebellion." Little did he think
that within a few hours his life would be yielded in his country's
cause.

Every day a funeral procession moved forth to the place of burial, the
band playing the "Russian Dirge" or the "Dead March i