160 HENRY HILL GOODELL 



them then for the sake of the victory they won. Forgive 

 them for the blood they lavishly poured out. Forgive them 

 for the lives they freely offered. 



Martyrs for freedom cannot die. 



When marches end, when strifes are o'er, 

 In deathless deeds they live, whose sleep 



The roll-call shall disturb no more. 



I have wandered far from my subject, but I could not 

 help giving expression to the thoughts that have so often 

 burned within me, as sitting on the chapel stage I have 

 looked down into your faces and realized how little you 

 could possibly know or feel the great heart-throbs of your 

 country during the years 1861 to 1865. But you have asked 

 me for some personal reminiscence, and discarding those 

 of general interest, I have selected an incident which may 

 be entitled, "How the pay of a regiment was carried to 

 New Orleans." 



It was the spring of 1863, and General Banks had inau- 

 gurated the campaign which ended in the capture of the 

 last rebel stronghold. We had marched to the very out- 

 works of Port Hudson and engaged the Confederate forces 

 on that historic night, when, lashed to the main-top high 

 above the boiling surges, stout-hearted Farragut drove his 

 vessels through the storm of shot and shell that was hurled 

 upon him from the heights above, and cut the rebel com- 

 munications between Port Hudson and Vicksburg. These 

 two fortified places were the only ones left oo the Missis- 

 sippi not in our hands. Grant was already hammering at 

 Vicksburg, but before Port Hudson could be invested, it 

 was necessary to dispose of General Taylor and his forces, 



