them away, that band of patriots, who were like brothers for three long years, are separated widely now.
They will never more together hear the stirring beat of the drum, or the boom of battle cannon, yet my thoughts still cling to each and every one, and in all the future of my life no others can hold, as they hold, my heart's sincerest affections and its tenderest regards.
God bless them wherever they go,—whatever skies bend blue above them,—whatever flowers blossom at their feet. Others are remembered as the heart always remembers its tried and true friends—those who shared the toil and privations of camp and hospital, but the One Hundred and Ninth Regiment lies forever, a sacred memory, in the earnest heart of Aunt Becky.
THE END.
