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but "Not yet, not yet, my span is not run;
I am still of earth, the goal unwon;
I must tread the path of the dreary tomb,
Must know of death, its pang & gloom;
ere he can welcome me to his home of
light: oh! tell me, tell me Sister dear
"is the love of earth, lost in the boundless
glory of the sky"? is 'he" less my Brother, or
does his Pet hold a weaker claim on his
heart, because "he" is a sainted spirit &
I still fettered by sin"! The long-cherished
wish of our hearts has been realized & "his"
sacred dust now sleeps in our own
quiet grave-yard: Brother Sidney accom-
plished the mission last month &
gathered all particulars : it was on
the morning of the 9th about 9 o'clock
that the messenger of death marked my
"Idol" as a martyr to his country's cause;
"he" had been sent to post a squadron
of cavalry, had attended to the duty &
was returning to head-quarters, when
a party of Yankee cavalry came charging