October 19, 1864. Vol. 1 No. 3. Page 1
What Cato said about his boy, fallen in battle, may be said by thousands:
Thanks to the gods! My boy has done his duty.
Welcome my son! There set him down my friends
Full in my sight, that I may view at leisure
The bloody corpse, and count those glorious wounds.
How beautiful is death when earned by virtue!
Who would not be that youth? What pity ‘tis
That we can die but once to save our country!
Why sits this sadness on your brow my friends?
I should have blushed if Cato’s house had stood
Secure, and flourished in a civil war.