To the noble dead of our old battle-worn regiment, whether sleeping in unknown graves, on southern battlefields, or by the dark prison pens, where only the sighing pines may chaunt their requiem, or it may be in the quiet churchyards of our own bright northland, to their widows and orphans who mourn in sorrow for their bright noble ones who will never more return; to the maimed and crippled ones, limping throughout the land, their heroism saved, these pages are sacredly dedicated.