ROSTER OF THE 37TH WIS. VOLS.
AT ITS FINAL MUSTER OUT.

COLONEL.LIEUT. COLONEL.
JOHN GREEN.R. C. EDEN.
MAJOR.ADJUTANT.QUARTERMASTER.
ALVAH NASH.C. I. MILTIMORE.N. D. PRENTISS.
SURGEON.1st ASSISTANT.2d ASSISTANT.
D. C. ROUNDY.J. H. ORRICK.Vacant.
LINE OFFICERS.
Captain.1st. Lieutenant.2d. Lieutenant.
A—D. A. Lowber.Geo. Hurst.Geo. Teal.
B—L. D. Harmon.J. Williamson.F. D. Powers.
C—H. W. Belden.W. G. Green.D. A. Sherwood.
D—F. J. Munger.J. Ramsbottom.J. A. Scofield.
E—W. W. Buck.T. Earl.John Shadbolt.
F—E. Burnett.W. Dodge.J. W. Winchester.
G—Geo. Graham.E. L. Doolittle.A. A. Babcock.
H—F. T. Hobbs.E. J. Grumley.J. M. Wells.
I—Geo. A. Beck.N. G. Rowley.Geo. L. Cross.
K—Jas. W. Hitchcock.A. J. Holmes.N. B. Smith.
Non-Commissioned Staff.
Prin'l Musician—W. H. Burton.Com. Serg't—.... Chase.
Q. M. Serg't—Sam. Pickett.Serg't Major—H. Babcock.
Hospital Steward—Porter Roundy.

L'Envoi.

The play is done; the curtain drops,

Slow falling to the prompter's bell,

A moment yet the actor stops,

And looks around to bid farewell.

It is an irksome word and task,

And when he's laughed and said his say,

He shews, as he removes his mask,

A face that's anything but gay.

[Thackeray.

My task is almost done, and my pen runs over these few last lines with a feeling closely akin to regret. Regret that this, the last slight tie binding me, as one of their number, to those to whom these pages are dedicated, is broken with their completion; regret at my inability to do better justice to a subject which could well task an abler pen than mine. The labor of its compilation has been trifling and a labor of love. To the whole of my brother officers I return my best thanks for the assistance they have rendered me, both in furnishing me with the official statistics of their companies, and also for their personal reminiscences of scenes we have passed through together, as well as those from which I was absent.

In compiling this history I have, like Othello, simply tried to

—"deliver a round unvarnished tale,"

and while I have tried to do justice to the subject, I have at the same time endeavored not to be tedious; and here I think of Canning's answer to the clergyman when the latter asked him, "How did you like my sermon? I endeavored not to be tedious," and the statesman tired out by "four heads and an application," wearily responds, "and yet you were." At any rate the book goes forth, "with all its imperfections on its head," and if it only serve to while away a dull hour, on some future day, or to call up a kindly memory of the "days of auld lang syne," I shall consider that it has, fully, attained its purpose.

And whether we shall meet again, I know not,

Therefore our everlasting farewell take;

For ever and for ever fare ye well.

If we do meet again, why we shall smile;

If not; why then this parting is wall made.

[Julius Cæsar.

And on this the anniversary day of our nation's birth, we sit here in our quiet camp near Washington, overlooking the dome of the Capitol, and the waters of that river by whose side repose the ashes of the Father of his country. The noisy roar of the national salute has long ceased to awaken the echoes of the surrounding hills, the calm quiet of evening is settling down upon us, and as we look round and see the bright stars and stripes of our ensign waving languidly, in the light breeze, over the sleeping engines of war below, our thoughts travel back down the dim, half unreal vista of the months left behind us.

A year ago and treason, with its accompaniments of bloodshed and devastation, was rampant in the land. A year ago, and we lay on our arms in front of the strongest army, garrisoning one of the strongest fortified places of the whole Confederacy. To-day, that flag that now floats from a hundred places within reach of our vision, floats once more over every State in the Union. To-day the States are once more united—let us hope for ever. To-day we sit here IN PEACE, looking back on our past labors and enjoying their fruits.

"When the war drum throbs no longer,

And the battle flags are furled

In the parliament of man,

The federation of the world."

[Tennyson.

The Rebellion is at an end—the wicked attempt of a few unscrupulous and ambitious politicians to overthrow the freest and best government in the world, has come to naught; and, though a few faint sparks yet smoulder on, the Torch of Secession is quenched. God grant forever.

Tenallytown, D. C., July 4th, 1865.

TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE

Obvious typographical errors and punctuation errors have been corrected after careful comparison with other occurrences within the text and consultation of external sources.

Except for those changes noted below, all misspellings in the text, and inconsistent or archaic usage, have been retained. For example: prophecied; objurgatory; decoction.

Pg 8, "tents d'abri" replaced by "tentes d'abri".
Pg 16, 'Hartrauft' replaced by 'Hartranft'.
Pg 27, 'severely wouuded' replaced by 'severely wounded'.
Pg 35, 'about assault to' replaced by 'about to assault'.
Pg 45, 'snugly ensconsed' replaced by 'snugly ensconced'.
Pg 46, 'Hartranit' replaced by 'Hartranft'.
Pg 49, 'their attrck' replaced by 'their attack'.
Pg 52, 'Appomatox' replaced by 'Appomattox'.
Pg 58, 'the heighth' replaced by 'the height'.
Pg 73, 'June 18th, 2864' replaced by 'June 18th, 1864'.
Pg 73, 'March 8th, 2865' replaced by 'March 8th, 1865'.
Pg 74, 'Drafted Mem.' replaced by 'Drafted Men.'.
Pg 75, 'Aug. 19th, 1884' replaced by 'Aug. 19th, 1864'.
Pg 75, 'wounded Suly 30th' replaced by 'wounded July 30th'.
Pg 81, 'Fitch, Vicor' replaced by 'Fitch, Victor'.
Pg 83, 'tranferred' replaced by 'transferred'.
Pg 86, 'Jan. 3d, 2865' replaced by 'Jan. 3d, 1865'.
Pg 91, 'tnd July' replaced by 'and July'.
Pg 94, 'July 30th, 2864' replaced by 'July 30th, 1864'.
Pg 98, 'COMPANY "H."' replaced by '"H" COMPANY.' for consistency.
Pg 104, 'Mority, Fidler' replaced by 'Moritz Fidler'.
Pg 106, 'promoted Capttain' replaced by 'promoted Captain'.
Pg 113, 'July 40th, 1864' replaced by 'July 30th, 1864'.
Pg 115, 'Pulk, June 18th, 18th,' replaced by 'Pulk, June 18th,'.
Pg 116, 'Augtst' replaced by 'August'.