The Doctor quietly went on with his work, attending to the wounded, while the rebel captain was robbing the dead.
I telegraphed you in regard to Adjutant Gholson's death. He died heroically leading his command. His praise is upon every tongue. I will send his body home on to-day's train.
Alf.
The lines following are a touching tribute to the memory of one of the noblest young men sacrificed in the war. Captain Gholson was a brave, earnest, talented, honorable man, in whose death his many friends feel a sorrowing pride:
To the Memory of Captain W. Y. Gholson.
'Neath Western skies I'm dreaming,
This drear December morn,
Of joys forever vanished,
Of friendships rudely torn;
Of the friend so lately taken
From the heartless world away;
Of the well-beloved warrior
Now sleeping 'neath the clay.
The links of youthful friendship,
Unsullied kept through years,
Grim Death hath rudely shattered—
Ay, dimmed by Memory's tears.
Thou wilt be missed sincerely
By the well-remembered band,
Who've proved, through endless changes,
United heart and hand.
Thy mother's pain and anguish
Through life will never cease;
The grief she's now enduring
No earthly power can ease.