As I went moseyin' down th' street, My Denver friend I chanced t' meet. "Hello!" says I, "Where have you been so long a time That we have missed your soothin' rhyme?" "New York," says Cy. "Gee whiz!" says I. "You must have seen some wonders down In that historic, splendid town;" And then says I: "For bridges, parks, and crowded streets There is no other place that beats New York," says I. "_Correct!_" says Cy. "The town is mighty big, but then It isn't in it with its men, Is it?" says I. "And tell me, Cyrus, if you can, Who is its biggest, brainiest man?" "Dana!" says Cy. "You _bet_!" says I. "He's big of heart and big of brain, And he's been good unto us twain"-- Choked up, says I. "I love him, and I pray God give Him many, many years to live! Eh, Cy?" says I. "_Amen!_" says Cy. A YOUNG HERO PERSONAL REMINISCENCES OF COLONEL E.E. ELLSWORTH. BY JOHN HAY, Author, with John G. Nicolay, of "Abraham Lincoln: a History." [Illustration: HENRY H. MILLER, A MEMBER OF THE ORIGINAL COMPANY OF ELLSWORTH ZOUAVES. From a photograph loaned by Mr. Miller and taken in 1861 by Colonel E.L. Brand, at that time commanding the company.] It is in contemplating what the world loses in the deaths of brilliant young citizen soldiers that we appreciate most fully the waste of war and the priceless value of the cause for which such lives were sacrificed. When a man like Henri Regnault--the most substantial hope and promise of art in our century--is seen at the siege of Paris lingering behind his retreating comrades, "_le temps de bruler une dernière cartouche_" the last words he uttered; when a genius like Theodore Winthrop is extinguished in its ardent dawn on an obscure skirmish field; when a patriot and poet like Koerner dies in battle with his work hardly begun--we feel how inadequate are all the millions of the treasury to rival such offerings. We shall have no correct idea what our country is worth to us if we forget all the singing voices that were hushed, all the noble hearts that stopped beating, all the fiery energies that were quenched, that we might be citizens of the great and indivisible Republic of the Western world.