Killed, on the 16th of November, in a skirmish between Mosby's cavalry and the enemy, Lieutenant Edward Bredell, of Saint Louis, Missouri, in the twenty-sixth year of his age.This gallant young man left a luxurious home, where he was the idol of his parents, and surrounded by every comfort and enjoyment that wealth could supply, to enter the Southern army. He bravely unsheathed his sword in the cause of the oppressed, and laid down his life a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom, never faltering or turning aside from the path of honor he had chosen, though it led him to the grave. He has found his last resting place far from home and kindred, but still among friends, and his best record will be written in the hearts of those in whose defence he fought and died. For his stricken parents, who have lost in him their one great object in life, let them be assured of earnest, unfeigned sympathy. Their bereavement is great, yet they have much to comfort them and might say with the Spartan father:"I am too proud by far to weepThough earth had naught so dear;As was that soldier youth to me,Now sleeping on his bier.It were a stain upon his fame,Would do his laurel crown a shameTo shed a single tear;It was a glorious lot to diein battle and for liberty."
-Daily Richmond Examiner, December 28, 1864