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Updated: May 25, 2025
Judy an' her dam will hould me for a promust man, an' Dinah will give me the go, an' I desarve ut. I will go an' get dhrunk, sez I, 'an' forget about ut, for 'tis plain I'm not a marrin' man. "On my way to canteen I ran against Lascelles, color-sergeant that was av E Comp'ny, a hard, hard man, wid a torment av a wife.
Barclay, who died the other day, was sergeant in the same company as myself, and the belle of the regiment, ay, and the finest girl that ever had the breath of life between her lips, was Nancy Devoy, the daughter of the color-sergeant.
The result was a monument, one of the most appropriate ever erected for a similar purpose. It is placed on the Park, a short distance from the Athenæum. A bronze statue of a Color-sergeant, as if in line of battle, stands upon a square granite pillar. He looks earnestly into the distance.
Once more, when the color-sergeant brought the flag in, and placed it in a corner of the fine drawing-room, all present stood up; then there was much merry chatter and tea and chaff and that universal kindliness which seems to develop around a friendly tea table.
Our loss in this engagement was: killed, four privates; severely wounded, one sergeant, one corporal, and eight privates; slightly wounded, the color-sergeant and nine privates. At about 6.30 A.M. I saw the brigade formed in my rear, and I fell back."
He is young and fair, tall and commanding, and his unassumed dignity is in keeping with his handsome physique. He extends his hand and gives me a cordial greeting, saying he is pleased to meet me, and from what he has heard of me is glad that I am his color-sergeant. There were many entertainments given during the winter, which were often patronized by the general and his staff.
The blood of the color-sergeant is there, black now with age. But where are the tears of the sad women who stitched the red and the white and the blue together? The regiments marched through the streets and aboard the boats, and pushed off before a levee of waving handkerchiefs and nags. Then heart-breaking suspense.
As I turned towards my gallant little detachment, visions of a bloody and desperate fight crossed my mind a fight to the last cartridge, and then an appeal to cold steel, with ultimate victory and But a discreet cough at my elbow brought me back to realities, and warned me that my color-sergeant was waiting for orders.
"Jemime!" he cried, when he saw the face. "I say, boys! it's Ercildoune Robert flag Wagner hurray let's give three cheers for the color-sergeant, long may he wave!"
As large, as powerful, and as black as our good-looking Color-Sergeant, but more heavily built and with less personal beauty, he had a more massive brain and a far more meditative and systematic intellect.
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