of truth
pervading every page which chains the veteran to it until he is
stared in the face with 'Finis.' The details and influences of
camp-life, the preparations for active duty, the weary marches to
the battle-field, the bivouac at night, the fierce hand-to-hand
strife, the hospital, the dying volunteer, the dead one--buried in
his blanket by the pale light of the moon, far, far away from those
he loves--the defeat and victory--every scene, in fact, familiar to
the eye and ear of the 'boy in blue,' is here most truthfully and
clearly photographed, and the soldier is once more transported back
to the days of the rebellion. Captain Glazier's style is easy and
explicit. He makes no endeavor to be poetic or eloquent, but tells
his story in a straightforward manner, occasionally, however,
approaching eloquence in spite of himself. We cheerfully and
earnestly commend 'Three Years in the Federal Cavalry' to the
public as a most readable, entertaining and instructive volume."

[Illustration: A Cavalry Bivouac]

Among the manifold testimonials we have seen to the merits of this work,
the following from the poetic pen of Mrs. Maud Louise Brainerd, of
Elmira, New York, is at once beautiful and eloquent of praise, and
must not therefore be omitted from the chaplet we are weaving for the
brow of the 'soldier-author:'

"Have you heard of our Union Cavalry,
As Glazier tells the story?
Of the dashing boys of the 'Cavalry Corps,'
And their daring deeds of glory?

"This modest volume holds it all,
Their brave exploits revealing,
Told as a comrade tells the tale,
With all a comrade's feeling.

"The Union camp-fires blaze anew,
Upon these faithful pages,
Anew we tremble while we read
How hot the warfare rages.

"We hear again the shock of arms,
The cannon's direful thunder,
And feel once more the wild suspense
That then our hearts throbbed under.

"The deeds of heroes live again
Amid the battle crashes,
As, Phoenix-like, the dead take form
And rise from out their ashes.

"Where darkest hangs the cloud and smoke,
Where weaker men might falter,
The brave Phil Kearney lays his life
Upon his country's altar.

"Kilpatrick's legions thunder by,
With furious clang and clatter,
Rushing where duty sternly leads,
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