. The military and civil history of Connecticut during the war of 1861-65 . possessed a keen appreciation of elegant cul-ture, and delighted to listen to and join in conversationson literary or philosophical topics. He had a thoroughlymilitary idea of what was due to his uniform, and insisted,to the smallest detail, on observances of etiquette and salu-tations, because he -owed it to his straps tosee them hon-ored. It was a feeling akin to that we all have for the also insisted on the boundaries between staff and lineofficers and between line officers and privates being strictlydrawn.
. The military and civil history of Connecticut during the war of 1861-65 . possessed a keen appreciation of elegant cul-ture, and delighted to listen to and join in conversationson literary or philosophical topics. He had a thoroughlymilitary idea of what was due to his uniform, and insisted,to the smallest detail, on observances of etiquette and salu-tations, because he -owed it to his straps tosee them hon-ored. It was a feeling akin to that we all have for the also insisted on the boundaries between staff and lineofficers and between line officers and privates being strictlydrawn. On the whole, there was in this man the old lightof chivahy, by which he walked in his profession, and whichgave life and meaning to actions, which, in many others,would have seemed mere martinetism. Assistant Surgeon Nathan Mayer wrote, at the time whenthe Eleventh was provost-guard of Fredericksburg,— How pleasant was our social life at this time ! The mostbrilliant conversation flashed forth at each meal. Therewas an elegance of manner and a refinement of expression. PUBLISHEn 3Y LEDYARt) BILL I^# DEATH OF COL. KIXGSBUEY AND CAPT. GEISWOLD. 279 cultivated that might have graced the best circles. And socono-enial were the tastes of all! Imaijfine the field andstaff of a regiment, none of whom, with one exception,drank intoxicating liquors or used tobacco; and all of whom,with one exception (Surgeon J. B. Whitcomb), were undertwenty-six years of age. On our march through Maryland to Antietam, it wasoften in the midst of some charming landscape that we wereencamped. A fire in the center of a circle of shelter-tentsthrew its fitful light on the occupants. There was theyoung colonel, wrapped in his blankets, with the square,manly face, the profusion of blonde mustache and wdiisker,the large, earnest blue eye, and the sweet, womanly mouththat could so easily assume the expression of firmness anddetermination. God bless him, dear Col. Kingsbury ! Hemade us all better and nobler;
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