ad Sheridan

Put this in the day of Sheridan's burial ceremonies—Personal

proof reader please by copy

[wrap?] lead

Funeral Sounds not in Interpolations.

Over and through the burial chant,

Organ and solemn service, sermon, bending
priests,

To one come stealing- _^interpolation- sounds not in the show—
plainly to me all through athwart _^crowding up the aisle
and _^from the window, sounding,

Of sudden battle's hurry and harsh noises—
war's, war's grim game to sight and
ear in earnest,

The scout call'd up _^and forward——the General _^mounted, and his
aids _^around him——the new-brought word—the
instantaneous order issued;

The rifle-crack—the cannon thud—the
rushing-forth of men from their tents,

The clank of cavalry—the strange celerity
of forming ranks,—the slender bugle note,

The sound of horses' hoofs departing—saddles
arms, accoutrements.

Walt Whitman

X

#