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found its way to his heart; and there he lay, in front of our trenches, the next morning, stark dead & cold, but with an expression of resolve that conquered death, throned on his marble lips. Because of our adverse Cause, there was deadly feud between us as he stood there confronting us, with the fire blazing in his eye: because of his Knightly valor I loved him, as on the morrow he lay there, calm, still, mute, appealing only to heaven and to my brotherhood. God rest all such, and in the hereafter give them longer and clearer views. Yes. In nothing has the land shown itself wise, and right, and sound at the core, more than in our admirable hospital system - our Sanitary and Christian Commissions - our countless agencies for the amelioration and softening of the rough hard paths of the soldiers. No Nation becomes such - or ceases to be a mere agglomeration of people - until the idea of sacrifice is incorporated and embodied in its life. Bye-and-bye we shall learn the singular beauty of Tennyson's words about Duty - in his Ode to the Duke of Wellington. "He who, ever following her commands, On, with toil of head and heart and hands, Thro' the long gorge to the far light has won His path upward, and prevailed, Shall find the toppling crags of Duty scaled Are close upon the shining table-lands Whereto our God himself is Moon and Sun." I must close. Within two minutes a Telegraphic despatch from Chattanooga has been received, ordering us to report there. I am vexed. Just got settled again, and now another move. So we get tossed and knocked about. I wonder where we shall turn up next. But if you write often, beloved friend, and suffer no lessening of your sympathy. I will put up with these annoyances as stoically as I can. Good-bye. God bless you. Richard Realf.