. Pennsylvania at Gettysburg : ceremonies at the dedication of the monuments erected by the commonwealth of Pennsylvania to Major General George G. Meade, Major General Winfield S. Hancock, Major General John F. Reynolds and to mark the positions of the Pennsylvania commands engaged in the battle . the sulphurous fumes of battle stifled theair. Now these fields blossom in quiet happiness, and the air is vocal withmusic of birds. As the lights are hightened by shadows, as the sunshineglows more briglitly after the broken storm, so do you, to-day, by the con-trast, realize more clearly the benig
. Pennsylvania at Gettysburg : ceremonies at the dedication of the monuments erected by the commonwealth of Pennsylvania to Major General George G. Meade, Major General Winfield S. Hancock, Major General John F. Reynolds and to mark the positions of the Pennsylvania commands engaged in the battle . the sulphurous fumes of battle stifled theair. Now these fields blossom in quiet happiness, and the air is vocal withmusic of birds. As the lights are hightened by shadows, as the sunshineglows more briglitly after the broken storm, so do you, to-day, by the con-trast, realize more clearly the benign blessing of peace. Some of you bringugly scars, and bodies weary with wounds, but even to such this blessedscene is an ample recompense. To us, the Ninety-sixth Regiment is something more than a name—far more tlian an integral part of the army. It is a brotherhood of com-rades, both living and dead, linked together with hooks of steel. It is atalisman, whose power over the heart time can never impair. It meansfor us not only camp life, midnight picket watches, marches, battles, cam-paigns, toils, dangers and death; but tender sympathies, warm affections,and noble loves, which were born in the hour of danger, and which liveon even after death. I know you are even now thinking of Lew, and. Pennsylvania at Qettyshunj. 523 Jolin, and Bill, and Tom, and Charley, those noble fellows, whose guilelesshearts were as an open book to us, and into whose fearless eyes you so oftenlooked, when The noise of battle hurtled In the air. We learned to know them so well. They were killed by our side. Thelast look of the eye and the quick hand pressure, beyond the power ofspeech, conveyed their parting message to home and us. We buried themas best we could—rudely, but tenderly. We sang no requiem, save that inthe silence of the heart. We followed no ritual, fol-, in that awful so-lemnity, none was permitted—none required. They are dead; and yet, sovividlj% even now, do we see them, we fain
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