At this moment, more than ever before, the soldier boy realized what he had done when he entered the service.

He listened to the shouts of the multitude, but he was sad and silent.

He sank into his seat, and gave himself up to the anguish of the hour.

On and on dashed the train, and his thoughts still dwelt upon the home and the mother he had left behind him.
Our readers can better imagine than we can describe the feelings of the soldier boy during that long night.

The regiment arrived in New York at half-past ten in the forenoon of the following day, and was escorted up Broadway by the Sons of Massachusetts.