Transcribed by B. Conrad Bush from microfilm located at the Cortland, NY Library.
Again are we, as patriot-citizens, called up on to mourn the death of one who went from our midst to join in the great struggle to preserve our national honor. Again do we chronicle the sorrowful news of the loss of a soldier-hero.
About the hour of noon on Friday, C.P. Cole, editor of the Gazette and Banner, became the recipient of the following telegram, dated at New York: "Major Grover of the 76th was killed, and eighteen officers, with three fourths of the men of the 157th were killed or wounded." The terrible dispatch was given to the bereaved wife and mother in as gentle a manner as possible, but it proved none the less heart-rending. We have since heard Mr. Cole pray that his duty may not again compel him to become the witness of such fearful grief. May God and the good angels extend their especial care and kindness over her and her fatherless children.
At Mrs. G."s request, our editor started on the Friday evening train for the battle-field, for the purpose of obtaining the remains of the gallant officer. On Tuesday evening, July 7th, we received a letter from him, dated at Baltimore, July 5th, in which, after writing that he had spent six hours ere he could obtain a pass to go to the battle-field, for which he intended to start on Monday morning, he adds: "Major Grover was in command of the 76th Regiment, and was instantly killed while urging his men in the chare. His body, as near as I can learn, was left on the field, and was probably buried by the rebels." Mr. Cole will doubtless notify us of the time of his intended arrival.
Although not referring to the object of his visit to the battle-field, yet, because of its character, we deem it proper to give our readers the remainder of the letter:
"The late battles have been the hardest of the war. The city is filled with wounded officers, all of whom agree that our loss was at least 30,000, and many estimate it as high as 50,000." [Later reports put our loss at about 20,000 - Ed. pro tem] "I saw a Brigadier General for a few moments, who was wounded in the arm and who says that his brigade lost 1,200 out of 1,600 men. The 157th Regiment was literally cut to pieces, and it is believed that most of its members were killed. I saw an aid of Gen. Reynolds who saw Lieut. Col. Arrowsmith fall, while leading the regiment, and he says the men fell around him like sheep. At the last advices, the rebels were on the retreat."
We have since learned, through a returned soldier, who was wounded, taken prisoner by the rebels, and retaken by us, that Major Grover met his death wound in the battle of Gettysburg, on Wednesday afternoon and was buried by our men, one of whom, Orderly Sergeant William Myers, placed a slab at the head of the grave.
Article by Editor C. P. Cole
On the evening, July 3rd, in compliance with the request of the bereaved relatives and friends of Major Andrew Grover, 76th Regiment New York Volunteers, we started for the battle-field of Gettysburg, in search of his body. The errand was by no means an agreeable undertaking, but we could not do otherwise than to respond to the wishes of a beloved and loving wife and orphaned children in their desire to perform the last sad rites to a gallant officer and Christian gentleman.
We reached Baltimore, Md., on Sunday morning about three o'clock, having traveled by way of Binghamton, Scranton, Belvidere, Trenton, Philadelphia and Wilmington. At about the same time of our arrival, a large number of rebel prisoners had just arrived from the battle-field, and were being marched to Fort McHenry. They appeared cheerful, and although they said they had just been beaten they were by no means despondent. They talked boastingly, and declared that they would "yet clean the Yanks out before they crossed the Potomac."
The next thing for us to do before being able to proceed further, was to procure a pass from the military authorities. We appealed to the Provost Marshall, who very unceremoniously informed us, with a very haughty air, that the Secretary of War had issued a very strict order prohibiting any civilians from visiting the battle-field. He seemed to take great delight in imparting this information to the hundreds who were applying for passes to go in search of their friends. He was a young officer, who evidently had got a slight attitude of "dignity on the brain," and reminded us very much of the language of Shakespeare that : ------ "proud man dress'd in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assured, his glassy essence - like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven, as make the angels weep.
We left the office somewhat discouraged. We had come hundreds of miles on a mission of humanity, a quest of all that was earthly of a gallant officer, who had for the time thrown aside his clerical robes, and taken up the sword in defence of the flag of his fathers , and who had fallen while leading his men amid the carnage and roar of battle. We did not like the idea of being refused the privilege of proceeding the other fifty miles to the place where his remains were. We put what little inventive genius we possessed to work, determined to make another effort. We resolved to apply to Gen. Schenck, who was in charge of the "Middle Department, 8th Army Corps." He could do nothing more than refuse our request, and we determined to make the effort. We accordingly called it at the room of Gen. Schenck, at the Kutaw House, about half past ten o'clock, and were received very politely by the General. And here let us say that we do not consider the little fabrication which we told was any sin. We told him we had come several hundred miles in search of the body of our brother who had fallen on the Wednesday previous, and asked the poor privilege of visiting the battle-field in search of his remains. Gen. Schenck informed us that his orders from the Secretary of War were positive, but that if we would call again after he returned from church, he would consider the matter in the mean time and give a definite answer. In the course of a couple of hours we called again, and Gen. S. told us that his military duty required him to refuse our request, but that his duty to humanity told him he should grant the application. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Mr. Cole, in this case, I will take the responsibility, and give you a note to my Chief of Staff, who will give you a pass." He wrote a note to Col. Donn Piatt, chief of staff, whom we3 found to be every inch an officer and a gentleman. When we had succeeded in getting an audience with him, and presented the note of Gen. Schenck, he looked at it and smiled, saying: "Mr. Cole, you are a very fortunate man; I have refused at least a thousand on similar errands, this very day." He then wrote the following order:
Headquarters Middle Department,
8th Army Corps, Baltimore, Md.,
July 5, 1863
Mr. Charles P. Cole, the bearer of this, is authorized to proceed to the battle-field near Gettysburg, in search of his brother, Major Andrew J. Grover, 76th New York Infantry.
By order of Maj. Gen. Schenck,
onn Piatt, Lt. Col. and Ch. Of Staff.
With this we left Baltimore on Monday morning, about daylight, and proceeded by way of the Northern Pennsylvania and Western Maryland Railroad to Westminster, Maryland, arriving there about 12 o'clock M., from which point we were compelled to proceed by private conveyance as best we could.
Here we found another almost insurmountable obstacle to our further progress. We were within a few miles of the battle-field, and told by the inhabitants that the chances of a horse or conveyance of any kind was out of the question. The cavalry of the rebel general Stuart had passed through there but a few days previous, and had taken everything in the shape of horse flesh that could be found. We made several ineffectual efforts. At last we went into the office of the Carroll County Democrat, and made our self known to the editor, Scott Roberts, Esq., and told him our errand. He informed us that it would be very difficult to procure a horse, but he would go with us and make help make the effort. At last we were introduced to Dr. Royss, a through-going Union man. The Doctor received us kindly, and informed us that he and his wife had each a horse which they had saved from the hands of the rebels by concealing them in their cellar. He could not spare his own horse, as he kept him constantly in use in his practice, and he thought it very doubtful whether his wife would let her own, as it was a favorite animal; however, we would see his wife and make the effort. We were introduced to her, and told her our story. At first she would not entertain the idea, but after talking with her for sometime, she finally consented, and we mounted the animal and started for the battle-field, in the midst of a drenching rain storm.
After riding some fifteen miles through the most beautiful part of Maryland, we reached the Pennsylvania line. We were halted about every half hour by the federal pickets, and required to show our pass. After traveling in Pennsylvania some three or four miles, we reined up to a farm house and asked if we could procure some refreshments. The farmer replied. "Yes, we have a couple of loves of bread and a piece of meat left." We dismounted, and said, "Well, Sir, I will take a loaf of bread and a piece of meat." We took a seat upon the porch, and shortly the woman of the house appeared with a loaf of bread baked in a pint basin, and bout three ounces of boiled ham, the smell which clearly indicated that it had not had the best of care while being cured. We asked for a drink of water, and for a pail of water for the horse. After we had finished the sumptuous meal, we asked what was the charge. The farmer replied: "The bread will be a dollar and a half; the meat will be a dollar; the pail of water will be twenty-five cents, and your drink of water will be ten cents." We looked at the man both with amazement and contempt. We said: "Sir, is this not an outrage for you, here in this loyal State of Pennsylvania; here where three days ago the sound of the enemy's cannon shook you very hills; where the army of the Union drove the invaders from you soil. I have come hundreds of miles in search of the remains of an officer who fell while defending your homes and bread source from pillage, and you have the meanness to make this demand of me." The man replied: "Well, if you succeed in getting the remains of your friend, the bread and meat is worth that, ain't it." We said no more, but left the presence of the poor creature in human shape. His name is Johnson.
We passed Littletown, Pennsylvania, where the Twelfth Army Corps, under command of the gallant Gen. Slocum were resting. We saw a large number of officers and soldiers of our acquaintance from Syracuse, including the gallant Cap. Moseley, of Syracuse, aid-de-camp to Gen. Slocum. The officers and men were all in splendid condition, and eager for another fight.
A little farther on we passed the headquarters of Gen. Slocum and Gen. Meade. We saw Gen. Meade looking every inch the soldier, actively engaged in the charge of the duties which devolved upon the commanding General of the Army of the Potomac.
A little farther on we reached the hospitals of the First Army Corps, and soon found the wounded of the gallant 76th Regiment, where we learned many of the particulars attending the death of Major Grover.
The scenes at the hospitals were sickening in the extreme, men wounded in almost every conceivable shape, and writhing under the most excruciating pain.
We had proceeded but a short distance further when the terrible stench apprised us that we were not far from the scenes of carnage of the first three days of July, 1863. It was nauseating in the extreme, so much so, that at times it was almost impossible for a person to breathe. Evidence of the battle-field soon became visible. Dead men and horses, pieces of shell, solid shot, grape, muskets, broken wagons, clothing, cartridge boxes, knapsacks, and everything that pertains to an army were strewn around for miles in great perfusion.
Just after dark we rode up to the hotel in Gettysburg. The landlord informed us that he had nothing for man or beast. We finally got a place for our horse to remain under shelter, and procured a faithful soldier of one of the New Jersey regiments to guard him until morning. We received the privilege of laying upon the floor of one of the citizens of Gettysburg by paying him a dollar. At day light in the morning we started in
Having received very accurate directions as to the whereabouts of the grave from one of the soldiers who assisted burying him we found little difficulty in finding the remains. He was buried on Thursday evening by members of the regiment who were taken prisoner. A board with his name and day of his death was placed at the head of the grave, marking the resting place of the brave and honored dead. After becoming satisfied that there could be no mistake as to the identity of the body and convinced that it would be impossible to have the body removed in the condition it was in, at this season of the year, we returned to the town again, and made arrangements to have the body exhumed, placed in a coffin, and buried where his friends could regain him at a more suitable season of the year for such purposes. He is buried in the cemetery of the Reformed Dutch Church, in the city of Gettysburg. And there, near the spot where he fell, gallantly defending the principles of the best government the sun ever shown upon, he will repose for the present. A head-board marks the temporary grave of the dead soldier. When the heated term shall pass and autumn leaves shall fall the snowflakes and ice-fields shall be soon upon our hill-sides, he will be removed to our own beautiful "Rose Hill Cemetery," where his remains will repose so long as free government shall last and the constitution he so gallantly fought to defend shall endure; and where the hand of affection of both kindred and friends will erect a suitable monument to his memory, and plant flowers over his grave.
Having done everything for the lamented Grover, we next visited the hospital on College Hill, where a large number of wounded rebel prisoners were. Little did we expect to see a familiar face; but such was not the case. Many of our readers will remember the Mississippi orator, Col. John K. Clinton, who addressed the Democracy of Cortland County during the campaign of Stephen A. Douglass. We saw Col. C. slightly wounded and a prisoner. It was he who lead the Louisiana Tigers at the desperate charges which were made up on Batter B, of the First Corps, (and which was supported by the remnant of our own gallant 76th), just as the close of the terrible battle of Friday night. We conversed with him for nearly an hour. He is to-day a Union man at heart. He was a member of the Mississippi Convention which passed the ordinance of secession, and was one of the two men who voted against taking the State out of the Union, and refused to sign the Ordinance. He remained quiet for a time, but finally yielded to the popular current among his people, and took up the sword against which he so much loved, and in whose behalf his eloquent voice had so often been raised, he told us that he prayed for the time to come when this cruel strife should be over. He said, "The Old Union is good enough for me." He stated that he, in common with the people of the South looked with utter contempt upon those people in the North who were in sympathy with the rebellion. His sympathies were with the South, and so long as the war lasted, he prayed for the success of the army of the Confederates. But he could not see how any man living in a loyal State could in any way give aid and comfort to those in rebellion against the government. He stated that Lee's army had been shown many favors, by the people of Pennsylvania, (who expressed themselves as friendly to the South,) all of which they were glad to receive, but the Southern army utterly despised those who gave them. Co. C. made inquiries in regard to a number of gentlemen whom he met while here, and asked us to renew his invitation to them to pay him a visit at his home in the Mississippi Valley, if the time ever arrived when it could be done with safety. He expressed little regret at his capture and seemed more than glad that he had a prospect of being paroled, and of getting an opportunity to visit his broad acres near Greneda, Mississippi, which he had not seen for nearly two years.
In the same room we witnessed a scene which was heartrending indeed, and one which we never wish to see again. A young captain in the rebel army from Georgia was lying upon a blanket on the floor, having had both legs and both arms shot off in the terrible battle of Wednesday, his features were fine, and his countenance strikingly intellectual. A day or so before the battle he had received a letter from his young wife , but as yet had not read it, and while we were present he asked one of his comrades to open the letter and read it to him, which was done. The letter was filed with assurances of prayers and blessings for the Southern Army, and urging her husband to fight gallantly for the cause of the South. Alas! He dad fought his last fight! A moment after the surgeon addressed him, saying; "Captain, we can do nothing for you; you can live but a short time." Tears rolled down the pale face of the young man, but he had not a hand to wipe them away. We wiped the tears from his eyes and gave him some water, when he looked up, and said "Thank God, I am going to die beneath the stars and stripes." We could not help turning away and weeping.
We then took our horse and rode over the battle-field. Horror of horrors! We are unable to describe the scenes which we witnessed. We saw men - rebels - piled up in heaps, who were left unburied. Many of them were in such a state of decomposition that their appearances were nauseating in the extreme, while their bloated and blackened corpses were disgusting to the sight. The once beautiful "Evergreen Cemetery," presented a sad appearance. From its commanding site, it was found necessary to post certain of our batteries on the summit of the eminence on which the city of the dead is located. It was one of the best positions we occupied, and the fire of the enemy's artillery was constantly directed upon it with a view of driving us back from the crest. The ground about our guns was literally strewn with shot and shell; tombstones erected over the remains of beloved relations were thrown from their positions, broken into fragments; graves were turned up by plunging shot; tasteful railings and their ornamental work around the lots were badly shattered, and even the beautiful arch way over the entrance to the sacred enclosure was splintered and penetrated. One thing remained untouched, which was the placard at the entrance, reading "All persons are prohibited from disturbing any flower or shrub within these grounds."
The rebel invaders cannot but be of great benefit to the cause of the Union - convincing Northern sympathizers with the rebellion as it did of the true character of their Southern friends. The entire country from the Susquahanna to the Maryland boundary line bears damming evidence of the rascality and villainy of the miserable specimens of humanity plundering under the detestable flag of the so called Southern Confederacy. The troops are around at every stop, not only on the turnpikes but on almost every by road. Loyal and un-loyal citizens alike suffered, and in many instances pleading sympathizers received in return a response which could not have doubted to convince them that their position was one which no honorable man would have relished. To incur the dislike and distrust of their loyal fellow citizens was bad enough, but how scathing must have been the rebuke when even their treasonable co-adulators discarded them.
The people of Gettysburg probably suffered more from this rapacity of the rebels than those of any other town in Pennsylvania. A week's occupation gave the scoundrels ample time to exercise their pilfering propensities. Stores were ransacked and emptied of their contents, but in many, such articles as could not be used were destroyed, and the buildings abused and defiled. Dwellings too were entered, and where men's clothing could not be procured, that of women and children was taken into the streets and roads, torn into fragments and cast aside. The houses of the professors in the educational institutions shared the same fate; and from one store here even the clocks were taken out and destroyed. Everything eatable and drinkable was secured by the rebels, and such was their unlimited stealing that they did not even extend the courtesy of offering Southern shinplasters. Visitors to the battle-field will fare badly if they do not provide themselves before leaving with such articles of food and luxury as may be necessary during their sojourn in the section.
The people of Cortland County may well be proud of the two regiments in which their sons were serving. The gallant 76th led by the dashing and lamented Major Grover, lost full three-quarters of the officers and men of the regiment on the first day. Major Grover had his horse shot from under him about twenty minutes before he received his death wound, and was on foot, swinging his sword; and shouting and rallying the brave boys of the regiment when he fell.
Major Grover was pierced by a grape shot just below his breast. He was also shot in the leg and in the arm. Just as he fell, the regiment was falling back, and he turned to one of the soldiers and said. "You will not go off and leave me, will you?" Immediately Lt. Sanders, a gallant officer of Co. G, (afterwards wounded), and three other men, took him up to bear him from the field. They had gone but a shot distance with him, when he looked up and said, "Boys, it is no use in carrying me any farther, for I am dying." He gasped and was no more. Just then a deadly fire and fearful charge came from the rebels, and his comrades left the dying soldier upon the battle-field where but a moment before he was cheering his men to the conflict. But, there is this consolation - he died as a soldier loves to die, upon the battle-field. He was brave, and faltered not. His motto was:
"No fearing, no doubting, the soldier shall know when bare stands his country and yonder her foe, let the sword flash high, fling away the scabbard, we come back with glory, or we come again not."
No better body o f men ever entered the noble Army of the Potomac than the 76th , and our people may look upon them with pride and pleasure. The blood of many of them has moistened the soil of the South, and their bones are now bleaching beneath a Northern sun.
The 157th regiment, although among the last which went from this State, has proved itself one of the best regiments in the service. It was raised in Cortland and Madison counties, and left for the seat of war in November last. They were attached to the Third Division of the Eleventh Corps, under Gen. Howard. This corps behaved badly at Chancellorsville, but we are proud to say that the 157th bore none of the responsibility. In the recent engagement at Gettysburg the 157th was in the hottest of the fight. It went into the fight with three hundred and twenty men, and came out with only about forty men and two officers - the balance being either killed, wounded, or taken prisoners. We saw many of the wounded at the hospital whom we knew, and though the suffering was intense, and the accommodations miserable, yet they bore it like brave men.
The people of Pennsylvania, in and about Gettysburg, proved themselves unworthy of the protection of the Government under which they live. The conduct of the majority of the male civilians of Gettysburg, and the surrounding county of Adams, is such as to stamp them with dishonor and craven hearted meanness. And these are the unanimous sentiments of the whole Army of the Potomac - an army who fought as men never fought before, and who feel that the doors from which they drove a host of robbers, thieves and cut-throats, were not worthy of being defended. The male citizens mostly ran away and left the women and children to the mercy of their enemies. On their return instead of lending a helping hand to our wounded, and opening their houses to our famished officers and soldier, they manifested indecent haste to present their bills to the military authorities for payment of losses inflicted by both armies. On the streets the burden of their talk was in regard to their losses, and whether the government could be compelled to pay for this or that. One man said the stench from dead horses on his farm was very offensive, but he would not bury them himself unless some officer of the government would guarantee that he should be paid for it. On Thursday, a bill of seventeen hundred dollars was presented to Gen. Howard for damage tot the Cemetery during the fight. One man presented Gen. Howard a bill fro thirty-seven cents for four bricks knocked off the chimney of his house by our artillery. Our wearied and in many instances wounded soldiers, found pumps locked so that they could not get water. A hungry officer asked a woman for something to eat, and she first inquired how much he would pay. Another begged for a drink of milk, and the female wished to know if he had any change. These persons, it should be remarked, were not poor, but among the most substantial citizens of the town and vicinity, around whom, upon either hand, are fertile lands of yellow wheat pining for the sickle, and tall maize nodding obedience to the wind and to numerous passers by. Cheerful farm cottages dot the road side, the occupants of which, instead of doing what might be in their power to alleviate the sufferings of the wounded and wearied soldier, rush to the door to sell bandages, insipid pies and stale bread. We saw a poor wounded soldier in the city of Gettysburg pay a dollar for a bandage about two inches wide and a yard long. Pies baked in saucers, were sold for a dollar a piece, and milk was dealt out to the wounded and thirsty defenders of the soil of Pennsylvania at twenty-five cents a quart. And these are only a few specimens of the sordid meanness and unpatriotic spirit manifested by these people, from whose doors our noble army had driven a hated enemy. There were honorable exceptions, but they were few.
In striking contrast with the meanness of the people of Pennsylvania, was the hospitality of those in Maryland. No doors were closed upon the weary soldier, nor pumps chained up against them. Women and children appear at the doors of their dwellings with delicacies and cold spring water for the soldiers. We spent the night of Tuesday at the mansion of one of the substantial farmers, who was surrounded by all that wealth could give him. His family had taken every sheet and pillow case from their beds, and the wife and three daughters had taken every garment of their underclothes and torn them into bandages, and sent them to the Union soldiers, free of charge. Their supply of provisions were nearly exhausted, and their sumptuous table of ten days before, had given place to bread and bacon. But such as they had was freely provided, and no remuneration would be received.
We cannot close this without returning thanks to many whose friendship we shared during our wearisome and somewhat exciting expedition. To Scott Roberts, and Dr. Royss and his estimable lady, we return our most sincere thanks. The courtesies of Gen. Slocum and member of his staff will long be remembered. The hospitality of Mr. Donovan and family will ever be cherished among our most pleasing recollections. There are many others who have our best wishes.
We would bespeak special attention to the call issued in our columns to-day by the Associate Manager of the Sanitary Commission residing in this county, for immediate and efficient action on the part of the loyal women of the county, in behalf of our wounded soldiers. The number of these was fearfully increased by the battle of Gettysburg. Thousands of the heroes who there turned back a conquering invader, are now lying in our crowded hospitals, in private houses, and even in barns and stables, almost destitute of these decent comforts which surround the bed-sides of the paupers in our county poor house. Have not the slaughter, maiming and misery which has fallen on our gallant army been sufficiently brought home to our appreciation, to our feelings, by what has befallen our brothers, sons and relatives, in the regiments which went from here and from our near vicinity - the 76th, the 157th, the 112th, the 114th Regiments of those who went from among us rejoicing in health - growing with manly patriotism - burning to put down the wickedest ad most unprovoked rebellion the world ever witnessed - how many have gone out from our sight forever! No more shall we see them when we meet together to discharge the public duties of citizens. The social circle, the church, the family, shall be gladdened by their presence no more. In vain the sister will start from her slumbers dreaming she hears the voices of those whose voices are forever mute. The forlorn wife will bedew her midnight pillow with tears when the heaven's gales of winter sound funeral dirges for Antietam, Fredericksburg, Chancellorsville and Gettysburg. Bereaved parents will go down to the grave sorrowing for the loved and lost. Orphaned children will be cast on the charities of the world because their sires have fallen to save that government which their sires bequeathed to them. Grover, Smith, Arrowsmith, Clark, Backus, Merrick, Waters, Edwards and we know not how many more of them we all know full well, sleep in bloody graves. They are almost to be envied by those who are now writhing on beds of anguish - hacked and torn, and maimed in every horrible way - and who can only look forward to speedy death or lives of suffering as poor, helpless, maimed men. People of Cortland do you reflect that these gallant men suffered for us, for our country, for our government, and that we might stay at home and enjoy plenty and safety, while they were fighting for us? Do you reflect that when you sit down to your well spread tables and gorge yourselves three times a day with every thing you appetite craves, that our poor wounded and dying soldiers are suffering for some of the very articles of food we are thus selfishly cramming into our surfeited stomachs? Women of Cortland; when you examine your well filed wardrobe and bureaus, and linen closets, do you remember that the wounded soldiers who are in our hospitals are literally suffering fro the linen, the cotton, and the various portions of apparel which you could so well spare them, if you did not think more of your pampered indulge than of the health and lives of our brave and true men! There is not a woman in Cortland county, not in actually indigent circumstances, who would not consider herself insulted by being supposed unable to give away, if she chose to do it, quite as many articles as would make one soldier's sick bed comfortable. Yet there are some towns in Cortland county, the women of which have not on the average contributed the value of a shilling each for hospital purposes since the breaking out of the war!
Some towns for a long time did nobly. There was a period when little Cortland led every rural county in the state in the contributions. Now, there are rural counties which have contributed more since the battle of Gettysburg, than Cortland has contributed within the last six months. What is the reason of this cruel and un-creditable change? Was all the seeds of our charity sown on the rock, so that it has perished? What are our loyal men and women doing in each town, who ought to be laboring assiduously and indefatigably in this cause! What are our churches doing, which ought to be overflowing fountains of liberal charity? What are our clergy doing, who ought to lead in every good work of true charity and philanthropy? Let us from all quarters have a little les lip-patriotism and a good deal more of that real patriotism which is ready to show itself in deeds, and sacrifice, too, if they are called for.
Let us eat less, and dress less, and pamper ourselves less in every way, if it be necessary to make our wounded soldiers comfortable. Why will not every loyal woman in this county, above a situation of poverty, say that she and her husband will at least do enough to provide for the wants of one wounded soldier.
Women of Cortland: your duty not only calls upon you to set, but to act, but to act immediately. The roar of battle - of great and stupendous battle - will perhaps be heard on the shoe of the Potomac before these words meet your eyes. The number of the wounded and suffering will be enormously increased, when our Government reacts, and when no Government on earth could provide suitably and timely, for anything like this great number of sufferers. In the name of patriotism, in religions, and common humanity, ARISE AT ONCE AND ACT.
1st Lt. Uberto A. Burnham, quartermaster of the 76th, read Cole's account with great interest, but made some interesting observations in a letter dated July 31, 1863 written at "Camp at Warrenton Junction."
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