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 Conf Pam #778 
 
From the Mobile Evening News, June 1th. 
 
 THE GALLANT BOYS OF FENNER'S BATTERY. 
 We are permitted to make the following extract from a 
 private letter of an oflScer in this battery, giving some of the 
 incidents of its terrible fight at New Hope Church, on the 
 25th ultimo. 
 
 " As you may have inquiries made by friends of Brunei 
 and Bridglus, who were killed, I will give you some partic- 
 ulars of their death. Corporal Brunei was acting as gunner, 
 and was in the very act of sighting his gun, when he was 
 shot through the head and kilhd instantly. I have no words 
 to convey my admiration of his character as a soldier and a 
 man. In the camp, on the march, on the field, his deport- 
 ment was at all times absolutely above reproach. 
 
 "Private R. A. Bridglus was one of thiee noble brothers, 
 all in the same detachment. He was walking the trail, when 
 hi! was shot through the head, and kijled at once. His next- 
 brother jumped forward, took the body in his arms, and 
 moved it a.side, and then assumed the vacant post, discharg- 
 ing its duties with iutrei)id' coolness, till he, too, received a 
 severe wound in the thigh. Without leaving his place, he 
 called for his other brother, who was at the limber, and held 
 his post till replace<l by liiui. The last brother filled the post 
 till the end of the action. A finer instance of stoical heroi)«ni 
 1 have rarely heard of." 
 
 To Our Dead of New Hope. 
 
 COUfOllAL W. iIkLNKT, PKIVA rK K. A. BRIDGIN.- 
 
 Th.y sleep the d.-ep sleep 'ueath the sanctified sod: 
 
 Made hoary with patriot gore ; 
 rii- y are resting for aye in the bosom of God ; 
 'The bugle will wak.; them no more. 
 
 Xo ftiore will they thunder tlieir wrath on the foes, 
 
 Nor smile on thr-i; tri^iids as of yore ; - 
 Hy Honor's proud voice they wen' lulled to repose. 
 
 Their knell was the fierce battle roar. 
 
 One died— he had sighted his gun ere he fell- 
 That round was the corporal's last ; 
 
 His soul on the canister riished with a y*'\\. 
 And scattered the foe as it passed. 
 
 None braver in battle, in camp none more kind ; 
 
 In tht! march and bivouac none so gay ; 
 Let him rest ! In the hearts of his friends he's ensliriind, 
 
 And God Fit-edom's debt will repay. 
 
 Another was tending the trail — came the shot, 
 
 And buried itself in his head ; 
 His biotlier stretched out the jiale corpse — uuirmured not, 
 
 And stern took the place of the dead. 
 
 He also was struck, but unmoved he remained. 
 
 At his post like a statue he stood. 
 Till the third brother came to the ground, crimsoned stained 
 
 By the flow of his own kindred blood. 
 
 'Twas then the young Spartan, on leaving his place, 
 
 .To the last'of the patriot three, 
 said, "Brother," then looking him full in the face, 
 " Give them one for revenge and for me." 
 
 No more need we look in dead history's page, 
 
 Our souls with devotion to fire ; 
 For our eyes have beheld, in this country and age, 
 
 How heroes and freemen expire. 
 
 All honor and fame to the good and the brave — 
 
 The patriot dead of our band — 
 The martyrs who perished their country to save, 
 
 At Liberty's welcome command. 
 
 Fenner's Battery. 
 

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