Captain LINES was very affectionate toward his family and friends, and unusually thoughtful of them, especially in writing whenever it was possible. A few extracts from the hundreds of letters received from him, are given below, which indicate the current of his thoughts and the character of the man:--

     "You must remember there will be a great number of "Eddies" in this war, and some of them must die before our country is again quiet, and if God sees fit that I should be one to surrender my life for my country's good, I shall not complain; pray and trust in God; He rules every thing for good.
     We are going South with Gen. Mitchell; "duty calls me to active life--and I expect to see within the next few weeks, many a noble man die a soldier's death and fill a soldier's grave. I trust Eddie will he spared; it Is hard to think that many kind husbands are leaving their dear ones for the last time, and at the boats this eve, it was hard to see the wives taking a farewell kiss of many a brave and noble man, for some must die."

DEAREST AND BELOVED KITTIE,     I arrived in Wabaunsee Saturday evening. They were all glad to see me. Our dear brother Elsworth, I found to be in a dying state.; he knew me but said but Little. You can imagine how I felt, coming home after such a trip to spend a few days with those I love, to find one of them so near the other world. He died last night and was willing to go; his trust was in God. It is a hard blow to us all. But father and mother were so much relieved to know that he had put his trust in the Lord. Dearest Kittie, this is a hard blow for me, I so little expected to find one so loved to be taken from us. I have looked to such a pleasant visit, and to find all so changed, it makes me feel as I never felt before. But it is God's will and I submit. I know it will be hard to go away and part with father and mother; it seems as if it would be a last and a long farewell. But I think it a duty I owe my God and my country. If Kittie were here, it seems to me that I could not again part. But it may be for the best; Elsworth dead, Kittie miles away, and all looks so dark, it seems that I am no longer that Eddie of old, hut a soldier whose life is one of trial and hardships, and but a step from the other world. It is hard thus

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to reflect, but I can not help it, and we must look at it just as it is, and be prepared for the worst. As I looked at our dear one this morning, cold in death, I could but feel that I should soon follow him to the Happy Land. I have for some time felt that death was not far off, and now it almost stares me in the face. But I fear not; in God I trust, and it makes me happy when I know that Kittie will submit to His will. Dearest and much loved one, could I but see you once again I would be so happy, and if it is possible for me to get to you, I shall, try my best to do so.

DEAR FATHER,
     I have but a few moments to write, as it is now after eleven o'clock, and I am quite tired. We have had a review to-day, by Blunt, of the troops ordered to Tenn., and this afternoon and evening we have been shipping troops, and I am tired out. We start to-morrow at noon. I go with the expectation of seeing some hard fighting, and knowing that I may be one of the Kansas men that will not come back. But it is all right; duty calls and I am ready and willing to take my chances. From the news we get now it looks dark for our troops, and some think that we will he ordered from St. Louis to Washington. I care not, if we can only do some good. I hope you will write to my dear wife often, and in case I should fall, do what you can to make her happy. I will write as often as I can, and tell you all. But I feel confident that I will come out all right.

DEAR FATHER,    I have but a few moments to write. I am quite well, never better in my life. We are on the march for Nashville, Tenn. It is very hot. and we have warm work before us. I think It is about even with the North and South. It looks dark for us. Direct your letters to me, at Nashville, Tenn., care Gen. R B. Mitchell. My love to all.--In haste.

DEAR FATHER,
     We have just finished a big battle. I am unhurt--None of Gen.'s staff are injured. We have lost, of our command, (Mitchell's alone), 500, --our whole loss is yet unknown. I am satisfied with our success; but for three days and nights having been in the saddle; hungry and worn out, I cannot write. We have all of our dead (as well as theirs) yet to bury; I have lost some good friends in this fight. I will write in a few days. My love to all. Our Wabaunsee boys are all well. In haste.

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DEAR FATHER,
     I am quite well, and have all I want to do. I am engaged now in hunting Horse Thieves. Caught two Saturday night, and got seven head of Stock; and five to-day. The Boys are well. I will write you a letter in a few days. I am expecting a letter from you. My love to all. I hope that mother is well.

After his last visit, in speaking of his babe, be writes:

     "Our married life has been so pleasant, I can and do think of it every day as bright spot in my life. I hope God in His goodness will spare us to each other, and that long years of Happiness are in store for us. I will be careful and hopeful; how dearly, fondly I love our sweet babe; I trust she may be the may he spared to us. God has been so kind in giving us such a treasure; can we ever thank Him as we should. May God bless and protect her, and give you strength to bear with her, and bring her up as we both so much wish to. ‘I feel so that I have see her and pressed her to my heart.’”

DEAR FATHER,
     We have just stopped here for a few moments; we are on a forced march to join Gen. Blunt, at Gibson. We have had a hard trip since we left Cassville, but of this hereafter. I will only say that I have had the advance, and we have done some good work. We expect some hard fighting, and if I should he killed, I want you to settle up my business. I have pay due me from July 1st, and Kittie will be entitled to a Pension. I would like to have it attended to at once. I fear not to die, but tremble to think of the effect it would have upon my dear wife and little one; but God rules and I will trust Him. You will hear, as soon as the battle is over, of me, and, either dead or alive, it shall be a good account; I have brave, and we will do good work. I can't write more, I have so much to do. If I fall, my papers will be sent to you. My love to all.

C. B. LINES, Esq.
     Dear Sir,--I take my pen to perform one of the most melancholy duties of my life. I must acquaint you of the death of our beloved comrade in arms, and your dutiful and brave boy, Edward (Capt.) Lines, of Company C, of 2d Kansas Cavalry.

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On the 8th day of August we left Springfield, to reinforce Gen. Blunt, then at Fort Gibson. We have been on a Forced march nearly ever since that time. We found the enemy at Briestown or Brierville, in the Cherokee Nation, four days after leaving Fort Gibson; drove them to Perryville,near the Texas line, and burned the town; then we started for Fort Smith. Gen. Caball, with about 2,500 men, undertook to dispute our passage, but finally, after throwing a few shell at us from two howitzers, run. Our command, under Col. Cloud, marched about 17 miles, and were ambushed bythe rebels, Company "C" being in our advance. The enemy formed in a dense growth of small timber and brush, and when our scouts came up, they let them pass through without firing a gun, but when Company C came up, they opened upon them a very heavy volley of infantry in two columns. Your son was killed at that time. He was in the extreme advance, (as was his custom,) and was shot by a minnie ball, through the bowels and liver. He lived about 2 1/2 or 3 hours after the wound, remaining entirely sensible to the last moment. He died as brave a man as ever gave his life for hiscountry. Not a murmur or complaint escaped his lips. He said he should live but a few hours, and that he died where be preferred to die, at the head of his Company, firmly believing he would be better off in the world to come, and sending his warmest love to his wife and father; and mother, and all his dear friends. I cannot write as I would, I am so pained at the loss of Eddie; his Company are almost frantic with grief. I had no idea he was so beloved, except by myself! My heart is too full to write more.

CHAS. B. LINES, ESQ.,
     Dear Sir:--With feelings of keenest sorrow I write you a brief account of' the wounding and death of your dear son, my dear friend, and one of the bravest and best officers that have ever given their lives to their country. Capt. Lines' Company was made Col. Cloud's “body guard" for his Brigade command, when we left Springfield, and on all our forced marches, for several hundred miles, has been in the advance.
     For nearly five hundred miles of almost uninterrupted forced marching, we had nearly a continuous fight, chasing bushwhackers and rebels of every grade, skirmishing by day and skirmishing by night. Near Fort Smith, Col. Cloud's command was divided, a portion coming to the Fort with Gen. Blunt, and the remainder taking the southern road after the fleeing Gen. Caball. Tired as we were, we overtook the rebels about twenty miles from Ft. Smith, strongly posted in the mountains, in one of the strongest natural positions for defense I have ever seen. Previous to the final engagement we were skirmishing with pickets, rear guards, &c., until your son boldly pushed forward with his brave boys, met almost at the muzzles of their guns the deadly discharge of over two hundred rifles, muskets, &c. Capt. Lines received a wound from a rifle ball, the ball entering the abdomen a

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little to the right of the centre and passing out beneath the ribs on the left side of the body. The intestines were wounded, and several small vessels were severed, causing slow but fatal hemorrhage. I was immediately with the Capt. as be he fell from his wounded horse, and never have I seen more nobleness of spirit, more unflinching coolness and bravery displayed, than was exhibited during the last hours of your son's life; his cheerfulness was wonderful, notwithstanding his pains were extreme; he murmured not--not even a groan escaped his lips. From the first, he was fullyaware of his critical condition, and that he could not recover. He often spoke of you and of his own little family. The leaving of his friends being his only regret--of them he spoke freely. He had an affectionate spirit, be loved and in return was beloved by a host of good and brave men, who will ever remember Capt. Lines with feelings of pure respect and esteem. I wish I could say something that might relieve the Poignancy or your grief. I can only point to the God you worship, for comfort, and pray that we all may be prepared for our final departure, whether it shall he amid the din and smoke of battle, as dies the noble brave, or with our families in peaceful homes. I have written in great haste, having a thousand things on hand. Please accept my heartiest sympathy, and believe me, as ever, your true friend.

DEAR SIR AND FRIEND,
     You do not, I trust, need telling, that in your terrible loss--which we count our all own--we all deeply sympathize. At such a time, as one says of one in similar circumstances:--"the poor common words of sympathy seem such a very mockery." I need not here repeat them. Nor is the road to "The Comforter" one so untraveled by you In the past, that in this new affliction you need a guide to the presence of that friend. You have so often proved his faithfulness, that you are, with the Psalmist, fully prepared to say, "Even the night shall be light about me." --"Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me." I feel that our Churches have been smitten in the loss of one whom, though often mentioned in my hearing during my long journeyings, I hare yet heard no word but as in his favor as a soldier and man. Need I say more to you, to his mother, his wife or of him.
     What you deem the best obituary notice published, with any aided particulars, from your pen, we would crave for permanent preservation in our "Record" of Kansas Churches.

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Hon. C. B. LINES,     Dear Sir:--You have received a heavy blow, but it does not fall alone upon you. I feel that I have cause to mourn the loss of a dear friend in your noble hearted son, and the State has lost a treasure not easily replaced. Please accept my heart felt sympathy In this affliction.

MY DEAR FRIEND,     I have just received notice of the death of your son I must say, in view of the facts of his death and of your well grounded hope of his preparation for change, that I feel like giving you my congratulation rather than any ordinary expression of condolence. It is a great thing for a man to give a son to die as he died, in the assurance of hope for the hereafter. He will live in the affections of all his family for generations; his deeds of valor and sacrifice will be told at the fire-sides of your children's children, for centuries, and the fact and glory of dying for his country is inseparably connected with his name for all time. Do not mourn for him. Thank God rather that you had such a son, and that he gave himself so nobly to the cause of right and liberty.

DEAR SIR,
     The news lately received of the death of your son, Capt. Lines, is sad. It brings to me the intelligence that I have lost a firm and true friend, a brave and gallant officer, , while to you it conveys the information that you have lost a son who was an honor to his parents. It was not my fortune to be with him on that day, but knowing him as I did, I feel proud to learn that he died nobly, that he was stricken down while in the discharge of his duty to his country, and he died, as he lived, loved and honored by all who knew him. I sincerely sympathize with you in this affliction.

Hon. C. B. LINES.
     Dear Sir:--Now that the first inevitable pang has been assuaged by time, will I obtrude upon the sanctity of your grief, if I assure you how much I sympathize with you in the loss of your son Edward. Although a comparative stranger to you, I could class him as him as one of my valued friends. During my connection with the Second Regiment, I had many opportunities to learn and admire his many good

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qualities, and to know that to many beside myself he endeared himself. Beside your personal loss, the State has lost a gallant soldier and honest gentleman. Will you consider me one who knew his worth and lament his loss.

MY DEAR FRIEND,
     I need not assure you that I was deeply affected when the news came that Edward had fallen. The loss of such a young man to his family, to his parents and to society, it is painful think of. What ties are broken--what fond anticipations destroyed,--what hopes crushed. But when we look at life as it is--but a brief speck in the whole of man's existence--what matter is it so far as the individual is concerned, whether it is terminated a few years sooner or latter. To man the only question of importance is: has the life, whether longer or shorter, been what life should be. And oh, how well does your son's record answer this question. To family and friends the death of one so loved, and so apparently needed by them, is a great affliction; and to human vision an irreparable loss. But faith can look beyond the present appearance and trust in a Heavenly Father who looks beyond the present, even to the end, and orders all things well,--making “all things work together for good to those who love God.” And then what cause you have to rejoice that your son has been taken in the fullness of honors, and placed beyond the possible danger or fear of failure. Your dear son has secured what but few ever attain in this world--his name will go down in history as one of the martyrs for liberty and freedom,--with the Warrens and Hales of the Revolution; and the Lyons, the Russells and the Blakes, that Connecticut has given to their country in this war.
     Hoping to see you again in the flesh, and earnestly praying for God's blessings to nest upon you and all near and dear to you.

DEAR SIR:--
     I heard of the death of your son with deep sorrow. Honored and good, he has been cut down in the spring of life, and has gone where the tumult of battle will never molest him. Perhaps your son never fully realized the weighty issues that are staked upon the result of this war; but I knew him well enough to be sure that he did not fight for pay, or glory, merely. Our dear Lord, who gave His life to save a world, will welcome with unutterable love one who fell in the effort to lift and save a race. In His arms you can leave your boy with the assurance that it is well with him. And if at times you feel that your son is lost to you, try to comfort yourself with the thought that he may be nearer to you now, and more helpful, than when he was on the plains of Arkansas.

I pray that you will accept my deep sympathy for you in this bereavement. The event will not have happened in vain, if it brings you nearer to that cross where alone is rest.

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Hon. CHARLES B. LINES,
     Dear Sir:--I am glad to learn that you are about to publish a memoir of your son, Edward, who gave him life for his country during the recent rebellion. His noble record should be preserved, because we instinctively feel that the memory of such a man should not perish, as well as because we want to spread and perpetuate the influence of his example.
     His was a great contribution to the vast sum of noble acts by which our country has been saved for liberty, and liberty for the world. But beyond even this, we are brought to honor our common human nature more by these instances of heroism and devotion, that show us what lies dormant and concealed in it, until some stirring call brings it out to the sight of men.
     The thought that the quiet, unassuming lad, who sat before me among his hundred and fifty schoolmates, has been in counsel and in action all that your son was, heightens to me the value of those who occupy their seats now. I see the possibilities that lie undeveloped, and feel that my work is ennobled by them. And not students merely, but men everywhere, at the plough, in the workshop, are more now to us than they were some many years ago. Their thoughts, their rights, their dignity weigh more in our estimation. Grateful as we are to these who fell in this war, we have not yet learned to appreciate fully their influence on the present as on all the future.

     “They died in giving [us]
Liberty; But left a deathless lesson,--
A name which is a virtue; and a soul
Which multiplies itself throughout all times.”

Your son for years sat before me, as I sat where I am now writing. As my eye at this moment falls upon his seat and desk, I recall him perfectly; quiet, unassuming, studious, eminently trusted to do his duty at all times, honored and loved by all who knew him; what else should we have looked for but a life, however long or short, filled out with duty performed. How blind were we not to see in him all this surety for his future. The old Spartans went into battle with their crowns already on their heads. There was that in them which ensured victory in even in defeat. If our eyes had been opened as those of a prophet of old, we should have seen him even in his boyhood thus crowned for life by his virtues, his firmness under temptation, and that perseverance in the right which was the insurance of his success. You have not ceased to grieve, you never will, for the loss to you of solace, of aid and reliance, as life grows old; but your grief is lightened by thought that he wielded just the sword that our Lord came to bring; that your loss has brought gain to the world and to him, too, in that kingdom of God for the bringing on of which it really was, that he laid down his life.

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A letter to the Commercial Advertiser, contains the following particulars of his fall:

     “As Cloud's advanced guard, led by Captain Lines, approached, the rebels fired, and he fell from his horse, shot though the bowels. The ball entered his loins on the left left side and passed entirely through his body, coming out near the right hip. He survived almost four hours. In death his face wore the same expression of constant courage, and of calm and dauntless energy, that marked it in the discharge of all his duties, in camp and battle.”

     The funeral of the late Capt. E. C. D. LINES will be attended at the North Church on Thursday, at 4 o'clock, P. M.
     Captain Lines was killed on the 1st of September last, in the Indian country, near Arkansas, and temporarily buried at Fort Smith. He was advancing upon the enemy, at the head of his column, through a deeply wooded and rough country, his company constituting the advance guard of the brigade, under Col. Cloud. They were ambushed by the rebels, who rose as they approached and fired a deadly volley. Capt. Lines fell mortally wounded, and died in three hours.
His remains have been brought to his native city in care of his father, for interment in compliance with his dying request, and the earnest desire of his deeply afflicted widow, who is now permanently located in this vicinity.
We quote from the "Fort Smith Union," a loyal paper, issued at Fort Smith, under date of September 2d, the following extract:--"Seldom in the history of this cruel, unnatural rebellion, have we been called upon to perform a more painful duty than to record the death of this brave young officer. Never, since our connection with the army, has the fate of a man created a wider and more heartfelt sorrow; never was the sacrifice of one's life made more bravely and seemingly more cheerfully.” He died peacefully, and in hope of a glorious resurrection.--New Haven Courier.

     Captain Lines was a native of Connecticut, in which State he received his early education and made his home, until the commencement of troubles in Kansas. He came to that young territory with his father and brother, together with a large and respectable number of friends, and formed the beautiful little town of Wabaunsee, on the Kansas river. When the ballot-box was trampled under foot by an invading force, and Free State men were murdered in their own houses and fields, Captain Lines was one of the first to resist tyranny and form a company for the protection of the people, of which he was elected Lieutenant, being then scarcely twenty-one years old. This was, probably, the first Sharp's rifle company in Kansas. He was in many of the fights and skirmishes during the trying times of ‘56.

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     As soon as the South signified her determination to sever the Union, by firing upon Fort Sumpter, Captain Lines was the first man from his county to offer his services to his country. He entered the army in 1881 as a private, but was elected and appointed a Lieutenant. The first important engagement in which he took a part, was the battle of Wilson's Creek, where he acted as Adjutant to the old Kansas Second. He was in all the actions which occurred in Missouri and Arkansas, until Col. Mitchell was promoted to a Brigadier, when he was placed upon his staff and sent to the trans-Mississippi army. Here he served with distinguished honor to himself and his country, and went though all these weary forced matches and desperate engagements without receiving a wound. Last autumn he was transferred to the Kansas Second again, and promoted soon after to a Captaincy.
     On the 1st of September, Gen. Blunt had ordered Col. Cloud to pursue Cabell’s retreating army. Captain Lines company formed the advance, and were ambushed. The enemy were so hard pursued, they were compelled to make a stand, and a heavy volley was fired from a cornfield at the head of our column. Capt. L. fell mortally wounded, and lived about three hours. He seemed as cheerful after his wound as before, encouraging his men to do their duty. He said he had but two regrets, one dying away from his friends, and the other that be had not been able to do more for his country. His remains were brought back to this Post, and interred at the Cemetery in a beautiful grove of Oaks.
     Never was a braver, better soldier--never was a more loyal, devoted lover of his country--never a man who had more or stronger friends than Capt. E. C. D. Lines!--Fort Smith Union.

The Fort Scott Union Monitor, Extra, brings us a report of a skirmish between part of the troops under Gen. Blunt, and the rebels, in which Capt. Ed. Lines was killed.
     He was a son of Hon. Charles B. Lines, Receiver of the Land Office at this place. Capt. Lines entered the army early in the war. He has seen much service--was brave almost to rashness. As an officer he was popular--as a citizen loved and respected by all who knew him--as a son, everything that parents could desire. He, with thousands of others, has laid down his life to perpetuate free institutions. How many fathers and mothers have been made childless by this war, and are doomed to linger here alone, without the props they had expected would support them in their old age! --Topeka State Record.

     A meeting of some of the officers of the 2d Kansas Cavalry was held at Springfield, Mo., September 11th, 1863, to pay tribute to the memory of Capt. E. C. D. Lines, who was killed at the head of his squadron while leading a charge against the enemy near Fort Smith, Arkansas, September 1st, 1863. There were present,

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     Lieut. Col. Owen A. Bassett, Maj. Julius G. Fisk, Capt. Hugh Cameron, Lieut. John Johnston, Lieut Elias Stover, Lieut. J Carey French, Lieut. Barnett B Mitchell, Lieut. John B. Dexter, Lieut. Samuel K. Cross. There were also present, by invitation, the following officers of the 2d Indiana Battery: Captain John W. Rabb, Lieut. Hugh Espey, Lieut. James S. Whicher, they having been with that battery during the last year, serving with the 2d Kansas Cavalry.
     Lieut. J. Carey was elected to act as Secretary, and a committee was selected report resolutions. The following were adopted:

WHEREAS, It has pleased Almighty God, in his wisdom, to remove from our midst, our much esteemed and beloved brother officer, Capt. Edward C. D. Lines, “C.” Co. 2d Kansas Volunteer Cavalry, who died as he lived, brave, true, kind and generous; an accomplished gentleman and honorable officer, whose bearing during his long service, has secured the love and esteem of all his brother officers; Therefore,
     Resolved, That while we mourn the loss of our departed friend, we feel conscious that his death was that of a true patriot and good soldier, falling as he did, with “his back to the field and feet to the foe.”
     That dying, as he has lived, faithful in the discharge of his duties, we can proudly point to his example as the pattern of private and official worth and excellence.
     That we tender to the afflicted wife and parents of the deceased, our heartfelt sympathies in this, their severe affliction, fully realizing that deeply we may feel our loss, they mourn a husband and son.

The Secretary was to furnish these proceedings to the relatives of the deceased, and for publication in the "Topeka Tribune" and “New Haven Palladium."

     The bearer of this, Lieut. E. C. D. Lines, has been an officer in our Regiment ever since its organization, and participated in the battles of Forsyth, Dug Springs and Springfield, in all of which he displayed the most admirable coolness and courage. At Springfield, he was acting Adjutant of the Regiment, and exhibited the most absolute and utter disregard of danger in the discharge of the manifold duties of his position, riding about in the storm of round shot, rifle balls and shell, with the same coolness and self-possession which characterized his conduct on parade or drill.
     He is now detached on Recruiting service, and it gives us both pride and pleasure to bear testimony to his worth as a men, and his gallantry as a soldier.

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MY DEAR SIR,
     You are about to leave this command for duty is another field of military operations. My best wishes go with you. As one of the staff of Brig. Gen. Mitchell, you have won from this entire Division the golden opinion which your anxious care to do your whole duty deserved, and you will ever be remembered by all as a brave capable and faithful officer. I trust you will soon be awarded a rank in which you will have greater opportunity for the exercise of the military ability which you possess. I know that you will acquit yourself well in any position to which you may be assigned and that the reputation which you have already won in camp and on our severe marches, as well as on the field, will never be sullied by any act unbecoming the gallant and accomplished officer. With the most heartfelt wishes for your future success, I have the honor to be,