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| The Fight At Leesburg
It may be a little late to publish accounts of the battle in which our own fifteenth suffered so much, yet in which time those who survive may feel that laurels are theirs in number to compensate for almost anything. Devens is still in the front, if anything exceeds his gallantry, it is his modesty. He moved about among us last week, a little more briskly, perhaps , than when looking after his law shop, but who would have known that he was from a battlefield in which he had made his mark so deep that his country must cherish it among her precious jewels? And yet his bravery, true and noble as it was, is, if possible, exceeded by his kindness and tenderness of heart. “God be with you all.” “Every man for himself.” “I shall not surrender.” When he heard of the loss of Lieut. J. W. Grout, “dear little fellow,” said his Colonel., “when I parted with him, but, as it were, a moment since, he wanted to know if there was anything he could do for me.” Lieut. Grout, we would do nothing to re-open the wounds or to increase the distress of his afflicted parents, but where is the parent who would not feel that he had renewed his youth even if the death of such a son, not even a man in the legal acceptation of the term, he has gone down to his watery and bloody grave covered all over with the evidence of his noble and generous courage, within fourteen feet of the shore, he had escaped all the dangers of that bloody field, and with his noble commander and brave companions he struck out manfully to swim the river, and was already anticipating the mustering of his company companions, when he was singled out by the rebel murderer who gave him his death wound. Turning to his nearest companion in the water, “tell Company D.,” said he, “that I should have escaped had they not shot me.” And the waters of the Potomac rolled over him. Dear little fellow! Who will not love him, and fondly cherish and honor his memory? Surely, not the men or women of Worcester or Worcester county. I would that my old friend William Lincoln, or C. C. Baldwin, were here, and we should have all the acts of our 15th regiment, and our other boys, garnered up for future use and reference. but they are not here. This is the letter. K.