Death of a Hero.
— I wonder if I could ever convey to another — to you, for instance,
Reader dear — the tender and terrible realities of such cases, (many, many happen'd,) as the one I
am now going to mention.......Stewart C. Glover, Co. E, Fifth Wisconsin — was wounded, May 5,
in one of those fierce tussles of the Wilderness — died May 21 — aged about 20. (He was a small
and
beardless young man — a splendid soldier — in fact, almost an ideal American, of common life, of
his
age. He had serv'd nearly three years, and would have been entitled to his discharge in a few
days.
He was in Hancock's Corps.).......The fighting had about ceas'd for the day, and the General
commanding the brigade rode by and call'd for volunteers to bring in the wounded. Glover
responded among the first — went out gayly — but while in the act of bearing in a wounded sergeant
to our lines, was shot in the knee by a rebel sharpshooter. Consequence, amputation and
death.......He had resided with his father, John Glover, an aged and feeble man, in Batavia,
Genesee Co., N. Y., but was at school in Wisconsin, after the War broke out, and there
enlisted — soon took to soldier-life, liked it, was very manly, was belov'd by officers and
comrades.......He kept a little diary, like so many of the soldiers. On the day of his death, he
wrote
the following in it: Today, the doctor says I must die — all is over with me — ah, so young to
die. On another blank leaf he pencill'd to his brother, Dear brother Thomas, I have been
brave, but wicked — pray for me.