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Lieutenant J. CHIVAS,

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24th Regt. Wilc'onlin Vol. Infantry,

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Revd. J. P. T. INGRAHAM, B. D.,

Rector of St Jare:-.' Church,

Milwaukee, Wis.

Dehl.eed De,:ember 20oth, 186?

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Captain F. A. ROOT,


Lieutenant R. J. CHIVAS,


24th Regt. Wifconfin Vol. Infantry,


Revd. J. P. T. INGRAHAM, B. D.,

Rector of St. James' Church,

Milwaukee, Wis.

Delivered December 20th, 1863.


" Death is come up into our windows, and is entered
into our palaces, to cut off our) children from with-
out, and the young men from the streets." Jere-
miah, ix. 21.

When, three months ago, I bade you adieu, Beloved,
with the hope and prayer that God would watch between
us while we were absent one from another," little did I
expect to return to you in the drapery of mourning, bear-
ing, as it were in my arms, our beloved dead. A cloud
has lately passed over my heart, indeed, at the loss of one
of the dear little ones* of my flock, and I felt that it would
cast a shadow upon the pleasure of my return at this
Christmas season, although that cloud was irradiated
through and through with the light of the Heavenly world.
-But little did I expect to bring such a heavy cloud of
sorrow with me; and yet this also is irradiated with the
light of Heaven. This, too, has its silver lining." For
although our loss is so great, yet how much we have to
comfort us. It is their very value to us that makes our
loss; while it is their very goodness and their worth that
brings us comfort in the thought of them. Men mourn

Little Nellie Scott, 8 years old.

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not the loss of the worthless. We mourn these, our
friends, and miss them because of their great worth. And
how much we miss them both It is fifteen months since
they left us for the seat of war, and who of their friends,
who of this parish and congregation, has not missed them
all the time? They have been missed from our business
streets; they have been missed from the social circle-from
home ; they have been missed in the Sunday School-there
where their hearts were so deeply interested, where they
were so energetic, where they were so much beloved by
all the children, and in whose happiness and welfare their
whole souls were engaged, and towards whom their hearts
especially turned, in the joyous festivities of this Christmas
season, and of Easter.
We have missed them in the services of the church,
where they were so punctual and so regular. Never have
I, since the day they left here, when robing myself in the
priestly garments before entering the church, failed to think
of and to miss the regular footstep of one of them,* as he
entered and closed the door of his pew, so contiguous to
the vestry room. We have missed them as we have sur-
rounded the Holy Table of our Lord. And they also
missed us In many of their letters have they spoken
of tJle blessed privileges of the House of God, and their
hopes that ere long they should have an opportunity of
wor.shipping here again, in all quietness and peace.
It is but a few weeks since one of them, Capt. Root,
Lient. Chivas.

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visited Nashville on business of the army. Hei e he had
the privilege of receiving again, even from my own hands,
the blessed Sacrament of the Body and Blood of our
Savior, Christ. In glancing over his papers, I found a
private lmemoranduni of this in the following words:
"Attended Christ Church, Nashville, and had the ines-
timable privilege of receiving the Holy Communion once
again. This was like old and happy times. How glad I
shall be when this war is over, and we all can unite in
offering up our thanks to God for all Iis mercies."
In one of the letters of Lieut. Chivas to me, dated in
April last, alluding to his friend's visit home, he says: I
would be willing to give a good deal for Capt. Root's op-
portunity of being at St. James' Church next Sunday.
That is one of the pleasures I always look forward to when
I think of returning home. I have never attended divine
service since I was in St. James' Chureh last summer. I
perhaps may never have an opportunity until I go back to
How little did he think, perhaps, that his return would
be in such a way as this, and that the next time he was
present here, tlhcs services which he so much loved, would
tfll upon his dull and lifeless ear. And how little did
either of them suppose that the first tones of that sweet
organ, in which they felt so deep an interest, and of which
they so often made inquiry, would be their own sad re-
quiem /
And yet they did not live unmindful of danger, that "in

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the midst of life we are in death;" nor were they for a
moment forgetful of the protecting hand of God.
One of them,* in writing of the other, says: How he
escapes when he exposes himself so recklessly as he does,
is akin to miraculous, and I suppose is."
Th:s we see that he himself believed in Gol's minracu-
lons interposing hand at times; although at last, in his own
case, that shield seemed to be withdrawn for a moment,-
for the mission of his own life on earth was evidently
ended-his Father's voice was calling him Home-the
messenger of Death was suffered to sever the thread of
liie, and his spirit ascended from the battle-field.
In almost every letter of Capt. Root, he alluded to the
uncertainty of life, but also to his trust in an Ahnighty
Arm. In:one of his last he says, My faith in our success
grows brighter daily. I may not live to see it, but you
After the battle of Chickamauga he wrote: We have
fought one of the hardest battles of the War. God, in
His infinite mercy, has protected me again from .the dan-
gerous missiles of the battle field, and brought me out alive
and safe. Have I not reason to praise and magnify His
great and wondrous name for His goodness toward me ?
The dead, dying and wounded, falling like autumn leaves
all around Chivas and myself-still we passed through a
storm of lead, to which Stone River could not be com-
In speaking of the battles through which they had al-

Lieut. Chivas.
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ready passed, he says: "I hope never to be in another
battle. God forbid it. But if duty leads me, then I shall
go into it cheerfully, leaning on His almighty arm. That
is sufficient, you know, to save a nation, even.'
In the letter above quoted, speaking of Capt. Goldsmith,
of Co. II, he says:" "le died from wounds he received,
and from exposure,-typhoid fever set in,-and so he falls',
one more to swell the grand army beneath the sod."
In connection with this allusion to this officer, my heart
prompts me to say here, that his letters are full of kindly
allusions to the character and conduct of both officers and
men around him ; and that, concerning the Christian wel-
fare of his own men, or any whom he thought that I might
influence, he was especially mindful. In his last letter to
me, he says: "You did not write to ; a line to
him will not be thrown away." In a previous letter, he
had written of another soldier of his Company: H-
is well, and I wish you would write him something of a
Pastoral letter. He behaved well in the battle, and as a
Christian soldier DOES make an effort to do his duty."
Indeed, he was forgetful of no one in his letters, whether
in the army or at home. Kindly inquiries and pleasant
messages were sent to all, even to almost every child of the
Sunday School. And this was the case with both of them.
But here let me take a brief retrospect of the lives of
these young men. And I do so at the request of those who
loved them, but who knew them not so well as some of us.
Lieutenant CnIVAS, whose name was ROBERT JOHN, was
born in Aberdeen, Scotland, in May, 1842. His father be-

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ing the captain-of an East India merchantman, was away
from home during the first fifteen years of Robert's life,
with the exception of brief intervals, so that his up-bring-
ing depended wholly on his mother. As a boy, he was
possessed of the same good nature which characterized him
as a man. And here let me say to the boys of the Sunday
School, that no one who knew him as a boy, would have
supposed that he would turn out the brave soldier that he
did; for when at school he was-no" fighter," and boys not
so big as himself might insult him without being noticed.
His goodness of heart was proof against those petty an-
noyances which brave boys sometimes have to bear, and
he never was so much aroused as to exhibit that noble
courage which he did possess, and which he evinced as a
soldier on his adopted country's battle-fields.
He was a good scholar, and possessed a well-cultivated
mind. He read a great deal, and his opinions on what he
did read were mature. IHe was well rooted and grounded
in the doctrines of the Church, more so than most men, old
or young. But he was so modest that he did not show the
knowledge he possessed. From his earliest years he was
a most regular attendant at the Sunday School of St. An-
drew's Church, Aberdeen, and where, when about thirteen
years old, he was confirmed by the late venerable Right
Rev. Bishop Skinner, Primate of Scotland. It was in the
old St. Andrew's Church that the first American Bishop
was consecrated. It was on this account that Mr. Chivas
called his Sunday School class, at the last Christmas festi-
val he passed with us, the Bishop Seabury Class."

A few words more of especial interest to.the boys of his
class, and of the Sunday School. When Mr. Chivas was
but about twelve years old, his father and his older brother
being away, he attended to all affairs of business and
household matters for his mother. And, young as he was,
she leaned upon him for help, and consulted with him in
all matters of doubt. Is not your beloved friend and
teacher's devotion to his mother an example never to be
forgotten by you, my boys? Mr. Chivas was noble in his
impulses. His stature was but an emblem of his high
sense of honor. About five years since, being fascinated
with the character of this growing, living, youthful
West," and having dear friends living here, he came to
this city, and here engaged, and despite tmuipting offers to
return home, continued in business. And here, eighteen
months ago, in part no doubt excited by the adventurous
spirit of youth, and in part through his patriotic interest
in what he believed to be a holy cause and his own duty,
he enlisted to put down this fearful rebellion against our
government, and to restore, if possible, peace and happi-
ness to the land. Safely, and with gratitude to God, he
passed through the battles of Perryville, Stone River and
Chickamauga, to pour out his young and precious life for
his adopted country at Missionary Ridge. 0, how should
a government be prized that is defended and redeemed by
such precious blood as this! How thoroughly should a
land be cleaned from sin that is watered by such tears.
How should not the hearts of our mother country beat in
unison with ours, when the blood of the countrymen of
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Bruce and Washington is mingled on our battle fields, a
voluntary offering to the sacredness of our cause.
Of Captain ROOT I need not so fully speak, for.he has
been longer and more intimately known to you. Born and
reared a Virginian, at Prince Edward, in that State, he
came to Wisconsin in 1845, where he engaged in business,
and where his high toned and energetic business character
has been appreciated, until when the 24th Regiment of
Volunteers from this State was called, he felt it to be his
duty to'enlist. His character, both as citizen and soldier,
you all know. His impulsive, warm-hearted nature, his
zeal in the Church and Sunday School, his kindness to the
poor, his bravery in the battle field, his thoughtfulness for
his men, some of whom I found in his now lonely, vacated
tent, dropping bitter tears for their double loss; all this
you know. It need not be repeated here. It is treasured
in our hearts. He never fully recovered from his sickness
of last spring. It is but a few weeks since he visited Nash-
ville to obtain the Brigade clothing, such as overcoats and
blankets, which had been left behind. He returned with
these things, encountering every difficulty--traveling over
the worst of roads, swimming streams and rivers, and ex-
posed to continued storms. But he expresses his joy at
getting them through, and writes: My brave boys were
glad, and rejoiced when they received their good, warm
overcoats and blankets."
Quite ill when he started from Nashville on this journey,
but from which nothing could deter him, he was soon taken
sick on his return. On the first day of the battle of Look-

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out Mountain, his warm friend, the Regimental Surgeon,*
having been ordered to the field hospital, advised him to
retire to the officers' hospital, where he would be more
quiet. Here, in a day or two, typhoid fever set in, which
was increased by the imprudence of some one who told him
of the death of his first lieutenant, and that the Regiment
was cut to pieces.
Every attention was paid him during his sickness. Many
friends visited him, but such was his weakness that he could
talk but little. He had previously, by letters, made all ar-
rangements in case of his death, not however in anticipa-
tion of this now, but because, as he often said, every
soldier should be every dayprepared to die." It was in
this spirit that when last at home he selected the spot
where we committed him to the earth-a spot, as he said,
whe:e, if he should fall, he might sleep with brother
solliers all around him."
On Wednesday morning of December 2d, he calmly as-
sured his surgeon that he should die that day. And it was
at noon of that very day, one week from the very day and
hour that his first lieutenant died, and ten months to a day
since his younger brother died of, wounds received in bat-
tle, that his spirit was released from earth-that he soared
above all sights and sounds of battle fields, to enter the
blessed world of everlasting rest and peace, there to meet
the spirit of him he loved so well-there to await our com-
ing thither, and there to dwell forever amid all the spirits
of the just.

*'Dr. Hasse.
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SAnd they have gone/ Gone, with all their wealth of
youth and manly influence, forever from our midst! Soci-
ety, the country and the church have lost them from the
And what number of the generous, young and manly
hearts around us will now resolve to step forward and
strive to fill their places in society, in our country, and in
the church of God? How many will determine so to live
as to be so missed and lamented when they die ?
I visited the battle field of Missionary Ridge, where not
only Captain Greene* and so many other noble spirits fell,
but stood, with such feelings as you may well imagine, upon
the very spot whtre our beloved Chivas poured out his
heart's warm blood. And I climbed to the top of Lookout
Mountain, all of which had been within the sight of our other
dying fi lend, and looked over the field of strife. I stood alone
upon the mountain top, with no sound then but that of the
sighing Pines around me, and I"looked out" and saw long,
long trains of ambulances, bearing sick and wounded men to
mo:e northern hspita's, to northern homes, or northern
graves! I saw long wagon trains, both going and return-
ing, and so many of them filled with heart-sick, weary,
homeless, fatherless, hftle, usbandless, brotherless, fugitive
mothers, wives and children. I saw at my feet the city and
the tinted field, intermingled with crowded hospitals, and
surrounded by the little, new made hillocks of the dead-
these hillocks sprinkling over many a field, and scattered
abroad beyond tbe reach of eye or thought.

Capt.. oward Greene, of the 24th Wisconsin.

I turned to the battle field again, and in imagination heard
its roar and crash, and screams, and rattle, and beheld the
countless spirits of the dead ascending up to God. I saw up-
on the mount on which I stood, and all the circling moun-
tains round, angels ascending and descending with the spir-
its of the slain, as though on ladders reaching up to heaven.
I listened. The roar of battle was sweeping South; and as
my .eye-ig i t penetrated beyond our armies even, and to the
most distant horizon of the South, I saw the ten thousand
desolated homes and broken hearts, and there, too, every-
where, the new made graves. And then my mind swept
circling onward through the North, even to this far distant
land, and everywhere I saw the mourning crape, the new
made graves, and broken, bleeding hearts that the sword
of war had pierced, and my heart died within me as I cried,
Iow long, 0 Lord, how long ? And then a still, small
voice came whispering to me, "Whence came wars and
fighting among you?" And I felt that it was indeed because
of sin-our sins-that God has afflicted us-sins that, as a
nation and people, we must repent of and cast awaybefore
we can reasonably expect that permanent Peace, which
alone can lender us prosperous and happy, the "Peuae vf
0 let us pray and strive, my hearers, that God will par-
don all our sins, and that He will help us to this Peace,
before "Death cometh up and entereth -every house, and
cutteth off all our young men from the streets." We have
committed our beloved ones to the grave. We haveburied
them with sighs of sorrow and with tears of love. We

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have lain them away with laurel wreaths gathered from the

very battle field,* and with crowns of flowers, for

SWhy should the grave, though sad, be rendered gloomy?
There let the cypress wave, the willow weep;
And flowers, that like youth and beauty perish,
Bloom o'er the spot where youth and honor sleep.

But we have committed them to the earth with more than

this. Being faithful soldiers of the Cross of Christ, as well

as faithful soldiers of their country, we have committed
them, "looking for a glorious resurrection and the life of

the world to come, through our Lord and Savior Jesus

Christ," at whose hand we trust that they will receive a



Six or seven of General Hooker's Division, while scaling Lookout
Mountain found a crevice in the western face of the precipice, down
which the rebels had placed a rough ladder for their own convenience.
Without a thought of the reception that they might meet with on the
top, they seized their flag and ascended, exchanging half a dozen shots
with the already flying enemy, and planted it on the mountain's very
crest. Looking around for a memento of this spot, I observed a dark
green laurel tree bending over the fissure, through whose leaves and
branches the flag must have passed. It was but a natural suggestion,
that Nature herself seemed thus to embrace and crown its folds with
her own never-dying laurel, as they ascended to wave victory from the
mountain's brow. It was from this tree that some of the wreaths al-
luded to were woven. J..P. T. I.

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