“Close to the roadside his body lies;
I paused a moment and gave him drink;
He murmured his mother’s name, I think,
And death came with it and closed his eyes.”
’Twas a victory; yes, but it cost us dear—
For that company’s roll, when called at night,
Of a hundred men who went into the fight,
Numbered but twenty that answered, “Here!”
THEOLOGY IN THE QUARTERS.