Let it come to me at Ticonderoga, or wherever Providence wills, I will not shrink or fear.

Give me only the power to die doing my duty, and I ask no more." There was a beautiful light in his great hazel eyes, a sweet smile hovered round his lips.

Fritz, looking at him, seemed to see something in his face which he had scarcely noted before--a depth, a serenity, a beauty quite apart from the dashing gallantry of look and bearing which was his most salient characteristic.
Into the eyes of Mrs.Schuyler there had sprung sudden tears.

She went over to the young man and laid a hand upon his head.
"Thank God that our soldiers still go into battle in that spirit; that they make their peace with Him before they draw sword upon their fellow men.

A soldier's life is a strange paradox; yet God, who is the God of battles as well as Prince of Peace, knows and understands.