d, "I guess you would have awful paws if you worked as hard as I do."
We were talking about how many of us girls would be entitled to flag bed
quilts, and according to the rules, they said that, up to date, Abbie
Clark and I were the only ones. The explanation is that Captain George
N. Williams and Lieutenant E. C. Clarke are enlisted in their country's
service. Susie Daggett is Secretary and Treasurer of the Society and she
reported that in one year's time we made in our society 133 pairs of
drawers, 101 shirts, 4 pairs socks for soldiers, and 54 garments for the
families of soldiers.

Abbie Clark and I had our ambrotypes taken to-day for two young braves
who are going to the war. William H. Adams is also commissioned Captain
and is going to the front.

_July_ 4.--The terrible battle of Gettysburg brings to Canandaigua sad
news of our soldier boys of the 126th Regiment. Colonel Sherrill was
instantly killed, also Captains Wheeler and Herendeen, Henry Willson and
Henry P. Cook. Captain Richardson was wounded.

[Illustration: "Abbie Clark and I had our ambrotypes taken to-day",
"Mr. Noah T. Clark's Brother and I"]

_July_ 26.--Charlie Wheeler was buried with military honors from the
Congregational church to-day. Two companies of the 54th New York State
National Guard attended the funeral, and the church was packed,
galleries and all. It was the saddest funeral and the only one of a
soldier that I ever attended. I hope it will be the last. He was killed
at Gettysburg, July 3, by a sharpshooter's bullet. He was a very bright
young man, graduate of Yale college and was practising law. He was
captain of Company K, 126th N. Y. Volunteers. I have copied an extract
from Mr. Morse's lecture, "You and I": "And who has forgotten that
gifted youth, who fell on the memorable field of Gettysburg? To win a
noble name, to save a beloved country, he took his place beneath the
dear old flag, and while cannon thundered and sabers clashed and the
stars of the old Union shone above his head he went down in the shock of
battle and left us desolate, a name to love and a glory to endure. And
as we solemnly know, as by the old charter of liberty we most sacredly
swear, he was truly and faithfully and religiously

Of all our friends the noblest,
The choicest and the purest,
The nearest and the dearest,
In the field at Gettysburg.
Of all the heroes bravest,
Of soul the brightest, whitest,
Of all the warriors