. . always led \ his command was4 * Come! not Go! He asked noneof his soldiers to meet a danger thathe, himself, did not face. No moreinspiring picture was ever seen inwar than Harker, with gleaming faceand flashing eye, hat and sword inhand, pointing to the crest of Mission-ary Ridge, or cheering his men upthe blazing heights of Kenne- james p. melroy, FIRST LIEUTENANT,SIXTH BATTERY. saw, where he met hisdeath. No words canoverstate the affection -ate remembrance in whichhe is held by the membersof the Sherman is w
. . always led \ his command was4 * Come! not Go! He asked noneof his soldiers to meet a danger thathe, himself, did not face. No moreinspiring picture was ever seen inwar than Harker, with gleaming faceand flashing eye, hat and sword inhand, pointing to the crest of Mission-ary Ridge, or cheering his men upthe blazing heights of Kenne- james p. melroy, FIRST LIEUTENANT,SIXTH BATTERY. saw, where he met hisdeath. No words canoverstate the affection -ate remembrance in whichhe is held by the membersof the Sherman is worthy of note that anumber within the writerspersonal knowledge —andno doubt there are manyothers—have sons who arenamed Charles his name is perpet-uated in the hearts andhomes of those whom heso often led to battle. It gives me pleasure toinsert here the followingtribute published in 1889,from the pen of Gardner, whoserved in Company D, Sixty-fifth, from the beginning to theend, and is now (1897) Secretary of State, of Michigan:. ALFRED A. REED,CAPTAIN, SIXTY-FOURTH. A? HARKERS BOYHOOD HOME. 791 A most interesting incident in our brief sojourn in New Jersey was avisit to the childhood home and to the grave of the late General CharlesG, Harker. It was nearly sunset Saturday evening, June 8th, as the trainslowed up at Mullica Hill, a quaint old town near the west shore, the quietseclusion of which was but recently invaded by the railroad. Here thepleasant and hospitable home of Colonel (now Judge)Stratton, presided overby a sister of General Marker, opened to us, where, in hearing and relat-ing reminiscences of him, the memory of whom brought us here, we soon,forgot that we were amongstrangers. It was while clerk-ing in a store in this villa)thirty-five years ago this summer, [i88g] that Harker, then abright-eyed, clear-brained,noble-hearted youth of nine-teen, orphaned of both fatherand mother, through the in-fluence of Congressman Strat-ton, fath
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