|Faded colors of the Seventy-sixth New York Volunteers.|
|Maj. Andrew J. Grover.|
|Lt. Martin Edgcomb.|
ROUSING PUBLIC MEETING AND OLD-TIME CAMPFIRE.
Full List of Survivors in Attendance with Their Ages—Resolutions of Thanks.
The public meeting of the Seventy-sixth Regimental association was held at the Opera House at 2 P. M. President A. P. Smith was in the chair. The following was the program of exercises:
Music, Cortland City Band.
Prayer, Rev. C. E. Hamilton.
Selection—The Veteran's Last Song, in memory of Gen. Logan, Mrs. Geo. B. Miller.
Opening Remarks, President Smith.
Address of Welcome, Hon. J. E. Eggleston
Response, B. T. Wright, Esq., one Hundred and Twenty-first New York Volunteers.
Army Song—McGrawville Quartet.
Recitation—Maid of the Mill, Miss Aletta Bridgeford; Encore, Her Preference.
Address N. L. Miller.
Army Song—Red, White and Blue, McGrawville Quartet.
Music, Cortland City Band.
Memorial resolutions for deceased comrades.
Short memorial addresses in response to resolutions.
Music, McGrawville Quartet.
The memorial resolutions adopted were as follows:
WHEREAS, In the deaths of Comrades Joseph Miles of Co. D.; 1st Sergt. Hiram G. Warner, Co. B.; Sergt. Laverne E. Teeter, Co. C.; Jas. D. Wilmarth, Co. B.; Marcus B. Bennie, Co. C.; Edward Stone, Co. C.; Chas S. Matteson, Co. K.; Wm. B. Bennett, Co D.; we are admonished of the fact that in the natural course of events we are approaching a period in the history of our association when year by year the death rate will steadily increase until the last remnant shall have passed away,
Resolved, That while we mourn the loss of our departed comrades we will cherish their memory. The recollection of the patriotism which led them take up arms in defense of our flag and imperiled country will be to us an assurance that they have gone to their reward.
Resolved, That we extend to the bereaved relatives and friends of our fallen comrades our sincere and heartfelt sympathy and commend them to Him who doeth all things well.
Resolved, That a copy of these resolutions be forwarded to the families of our deceased comrades.
S. M. BYRAM,
Resolutions of thanks to the McGrawville Glee club, to the band, to the speaker, to Grover Post, G. A. R., to the Woman's Relief Corps, to the ladies who rendered the recitations, etc. and to the people of Cortland, were adopted.
The campfire in the G. A. R. rooms in the evening was a most enjoyable affair, made more so by being very informal. The first part of the evening was spent over quite an elaborate menu prepared by the Woman's Relief Corps. The fact that the supper was served by them is sufficient guaranty of its excellence. A quartet of horns furnished music.
At 9:30 o'clock all adjourned to the parlor below, where even standing room was at a premium. Judge A. P. Smith presided as toast master. In making a brief introductory speech Judge Smith stated that he was delighted to be called upon to uncork the eloquence which he saw bubbling from many of the individuals present. The responses to the toasts were made more entertaining by being impromptu.
The following toasts and responses were given. They composed amusing, pathetic and patriotic army stories and reminiscences, which kept the feelings of the large audience constantly changing from laughter to tears.
The Way the Chaplains Suppressed the Rebellion, Rev. L. H. Pearce.
My Best Girl, Maj. A. Sager.
The Great Grand Principle, Dr. Hamilton of Syracuse.
Song—The Army Bean, Congregation.
The First Recruits, George W. Edgcomb.
Brief Address, Comrade Lewis of the Otsego branch.
Music by the Band, led by George Edgcomb.
The following is a list of the Seventy-sixth N. Y. Vols. present at the reunion of Oct. 4, 1894, with their ages:
H. G. Risley, 61; David Young, 54; A. P. Smith, 63; L. H. Fox, 54; B. F. Taylor, 53; G. W. Smith, 51; Lester Judson, 54; P. W. Chaffey, 48; M. Edgcomb, 58; G. D. Crittenden, 69; L. F. Lowell, 57; W. L. Bishop, 54; J. R. Birdlebough, 48; Geo. Moore, 54; G. F. Patterson, 52; Nelson W. Smith, 53; Almon W. Kibbe, 60; I. J. Bennett, 54; R. G. Davidson, 67; J. N. Pease, 69; E. R. Hulbert, 65; Dr. C. A. Hamilton, 62; Dr. E. A. Mead, 68; D. R. Montgomery, 56; M. Byram, 56; Wm. [Aumock,] 56; E. A. Burnham, 54; H. J. Freer, 55; Thos. Simms, 64; Wm. Crozier, 56; E. H. Teeter, 51; Burdett Newton, 53; C. D. Hyde, 48; B. Howard, 50; C. E. Kenyon, 52; A. Harvey, 50; Peter McLane, 52; Clark A. Holmes, 53; Burdette Fuller, 53; Del Way, 49; Philip [Beiber,] 57; Wm. B. Hill, 54; Melvin Reed, 49; Cyrus Smith, 60; M. L. Alexander, 60; E. E. Fuller, 50; Geo. W. Steele, 49; O. P. Miner, 53; S. E. Sanders, 56; O. Dickerson, 52; Frank Pratt, 59; O. W. Burton, 55; A. Lomeree, 58; J. S. Knapp, 64; John Burnes, 52; Eugene Fisher, 55; Benj. F. Eaton, 57; Israel Rickard, 94; I. M. Alexander, 55; A. Sager, 60; D. C. Beers, 51; H. W. Lewis, 49; L. Davis, 60; G. G. Bacon, 60; D. R. Mathews, 58; W. J. Mantanye, 50; W. F. Briggs, 57; A. Hollenbeck, 52; Wm. Chidester, 70; H. G. Rockwell, 49; Geo. B. Miller, 50; Septa Rindge, 50; P. Regan, 53; Jas. Stewart, 51; Silas Doran, 50; Ed Fish, 54.
The following letter was read at the reunion from J. H. Barnard of Washington, D. C., formerly of Cortland, late Captain of Co. F., Seventy-sixth New York volunteers:
WASHINGTON, D. C., Oct. 2, 1894.
Veterans of the Seventy-sixth Vols:
COMRADES—Accidentally, I have just been informed that you hold your reunion this year in Cortland. Yes, in Cortland—near the place where thirty-three years ago, we stood with uncovered brows, and lifting our right hands toward heaven, swore to protect the old flag, and maintain the honor of our state in her efforts to enforce the laws of the United States and the supremacy of the constitution. Thirty three years ago the 18th of next December, we bade farewell to the old fair grounds which had been our home and drill plain for many weeks, and through the open gates we marched out. And while every pulsation of our hearts was a throb of patriotism, down the road we went, marching with a firm step to the music of our martial band. Soon we had reached the old depot where a large crowd of people had assembled to see us off. Tears glistened in many eyes and moistened many a cheek. Farewell words were spoken, the parting hand was extended and we were on our way to Albany, thence to the front, while mothers, fathers, wives, sisters and children sought their places of secret devotion and lifted to God an earnest prayer for his blessing on the cause to which they had given their choicest treasures.
Comrades, the oldest of us were only in the prime of life then, and most of you were boys. It is different now. Then, as regards our life day, it was morning. Now it is afternoon, and with some of us late in the afternoon. Then I remember I was 27. Now I am 60, and which is the comrade whose hair is not sprinkled with silver, and whose brow is not marked with the lines of age.
As I recall the events of that clear, crisp December morning, and in memory look again upon that line of noble men formed once more and for the last time on our drill plain, and then think of the small number who will assemble two days hence, I ask myself where are the others? What did they do, and what became of them? What became of Grover, who could face death calmly, unflinchingly, when he knew that it was death he was going to meet? At Gettysburg he gave his blood to help quench the fires of rebellion.
What became of Banker, that noble young man who always did his duty well and did it cheerfully? Oh, I remember it as though it was yesterday. He marched to his death at Gainsville on Aug. 26, 1862, touching elbows with me, my acting orderly sergeant. I carried one corner of the blanket on which we removed him to that piece of woods in the rear of the field where in less than an hour his precious life, so full of hope and promise, was ended. Oh, I hear now his piteous cries for water and again in memory I am holding a canteen to his lip.
What became of Carpenter, than whom [sic] a truer young man never drew a sword or shouldered a musket in defense of his country? In the Wilderness he fell, and fills an honored grave.
What became of the gallant Crandall? Already partially disabled and on that account detailed for other and safer duty, he need not have participated in the battle at Fredericksburg. But he begged to go with his company and went. Soon came the cannon ball bounding over the frozen ground carrying away a portion of his head; and near where the muddy waters of the Rappahannock flow, his body was laid to rest.
What has become of Comrade Cliff who would not wait until he reached the front, but fought his first battle and won his first victory over treason on the old Dryden fair ground? Well, he left a leg at Gettysburg, and recently I am told he has fallen a victim to disease, and now fills a soldier's grave in Dryden.
Dryden—there is music in that word for me. There I spent the two brightest, happiest years of my whole life. There I held my first war meeting, and there I headed my enlistment roll with my own name. If in your gathering on this reunion day, there is present a man or woman who knew me there, God help that man or woman.
I have mentioned a few of our comrades who fell bravely in fighting for the right. I recall many others, but must not weary you with a long letter. Willing hands prompted by loving hearts, strew flowers on the graves of those that can be reached. But the beauty of these flowers fades and their fragrance departs. Not so with the record and memory of our comrades. Their records are fadeless, and the fragrance of their memory will never depart.
Well, I must now shake hands and bid you good-bye. Probably we will never all meet again in this life. One by one, and in rapid succession, we are being summoned to join the Grand Army over and beyond the river. So good-bye Comrade Mantanye, Comrade Mead, Comrade Sager, Comrade Rindge, Comrade Edgcomb, all the Comrades, Smith, and every other comrade who has the happiness which I can not have of being present at this reunion. God bless you all.
J. H. BARNARD,
Late Capt. Co. F, Seventy-sixth, N. Y.