The Sixth Corps Badge

Whatever Slieridan's carnpaign m the Shenandoah Valley has done for the nation's good - and thore can be no discussion respecting its brilliancy or ts suecess- it has liad, in romane and adventure, the air ot the old Orusades. High and prnud in the center of bnttlo, the grand cross of the pd Sijzth Corps has often inadn the heart of a soldier púlsate with the pure, chivalric thrill of the olden time. That crops - symbol of a faith ancient as the Greeks - the laith jn right and the good right hand of the soldier inspinud - is knit with so many recollectionsof valor and valorous hearts, that, for fear of a deluge, I eau searcely essay one glimpso at the record. Withiu sight of its folds, Sedgwick, noblest among the noble, feil at Spotsylvania. Close bchind Russell - that perfect soldier, whose very name, to thoso who kuew nim, is blent with the moisture of ttars - the red cro?s floated at Winchester whrn he feil, smiling at death, to find a reward higher than that wbich ht'id on eartli bv a country unselfishly, f.'iithfully, served tbroijgh a lifetlpe. B.idwell, too, struck hard with a raort:il yomid, sank under this boautiful syngboi i and warriors young, and variors old, smitten on a score of fields bloodier than that overlooked by the Black Prince at Cressy, have carrieá tiio süape of this cross into iminortal dreams. O. Íucl-s of the dead, so gnod to look upon in life ! O, hands of uiacy fallen, whose grasp was so iruuk and warm beloiö ! May nover an arm grow wenk that stays to help on this conflict, in which your glauces went out liko the lightning, in -which your touah was lost lo ua for ever, untii che 0age for which vou fouffbt and feil 3 tnilv