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1st Lieut 2d term A. T. Jones afterwards Alma Mater Andover Andover Theological Seminary April April 27 army August autumn Bacon Badger became Blake born Brooklyn Captain Cavalry Charles Cincinnati Class July 24 Class of 58 Class Sept College by Rev Columbia College Congregational Church County daugh daughter December degree of M. A. Dwight Edward engaged enlisted entered the Class George graduated Hartford Haven Heermance Henry Infantry Janin John Julia June June 20 Law School Letters addressed Louis M. A. from Yale Manice March married Mary Mass Miss months mustered Norcutt October Owego Phillips Academy practiced Law Pratt prepared for College promoted received the degree Regiment remained resigned Riley Robinson second Freshman term September Seymour Smith Sophomore term Stevens studied Law taught Theological Seminary third Freshman term Thomas Twining Virginia Virginia City West York
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Halaman 86 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Halaman 19 - When war winged its wide desolation And threatened the land to 'deform, The ark then of Freedom's foundation, Columbia, rode safe through the storm; With her garlands of vict'ry around her, When so proudly she bore her brave crew, With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white, and blue.
Halaman 86 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Halaman 85 - Whose laugh of victory loudest rung — Yet not for glorying ? Whose heart, in generous deed and thought, No rivalry might brook, And yet distinction claiming not ? There lies he — go and look ! On now — his requiem is done, The last deep prayer is said—- On to his burial, comrades — on, With a friend and brother dead ! Slow — for it presses heavily — It is a man ye bear ! Slow, for our thoughts dwell wearily On the gallant sleeper there.
Halaman 17 - ALMA MATER. ALMA MATER! Alma Mater! Heaven's blessing attend thee, While we live we will cherish protect and defend thee...
Halaman 20 - When borne by the red, white, and blue, Thy banners make Tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white, and blue. When war winged its wide desolation And threatened the land to deform, The ark then of Freedom's foundation, Columbia, rode safe thro...
Halaman 85 - YE*TK gathered to your place of prayer, With slow and measured tread : Your ranks are full, your mates all there — But the soul of one has fled. He was the proudest in his strength, The manliest of ye all ; Why lies he at that fearful length, And ye around his pall ? Ye reckon it in days, since he Strode up that foot-worn aisle, With his dark eye flashing gloriously, And his lip wreathed with a smile.
Halaman 20 - The wine cup, the wine-cup bring hither, And fill you it true to the brim ; May the wreaths they have won never wither, Nor the star of their glory grow dim ; May the service, united, ne'er sever, But they to their colors prove true; The Army and Navy forever, — Three cheers for the Red, White and Blue ! •
Halaman 17 - ... Mater ! watch o'er our last parting, Wipe away those sad tears that too soon may be starting ; Whisper thou o'er our doubts, " Duty calls you, be brave, Truth's soldiers are fainting, go, succor and save. Be brave — be true — your country will love you, Be right — your might in God above you.
Halaman 85 - From out yon rank of fresh-lipped men, Would ye have singled him ? Whose was the sinewy arm, that flung Defiance to the ring ? Whose laugh of victory loudest rung — Yet not for glorying ? Whose heart, in generous deed and thought, No rivalry might brook, And yet distinction claiming not ? There lies he — go and look! On, now,— his requiem is done, The last deep prayer is said; On to his burial, comrades, on, With the noblest of the dead!