The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1862-12-02
HOSPITAL stENr.


10 night. anI ihe great mooa aroan
I, respel Into dc lule windows Of
tle aopilal all shone across the nas.
low beds. Noa Il lisltci up ihe Fl.
cos a ihs dying, bow Il feserntiy
kissea ile pale fouhoada of ibe de1d
I, shone n fall glory upon il.a nar-
row eos whae lay young Wood ward
wfiibing in all tle agouies Of That ter.
rilIe Icyce. Non he ra,el of 5is dis
tant home among the mountains of
Vermont again he beard tile river
ripping by, aud saw tie many ioyed
ones there now he sang wild snatch
es Of song, or called for some comrade
who had passed before him "un,o
rest. As the surgeon passed on bis
nightly rounds, he imagined it was his
mothers step. Take away the
blankets, mothers gise me more air,
or ! shall stiae; mother mother
batlie my forehead with some Of the
cool water from the spring. Mother,
don't you hear me9 OH this pain !
Don't leave me alone! AIDA, sister
Adda, don't cry, told you would
come back again, don't you remem-
ler, I'm not afraid Of the feveri
Good bye now one more kiss III
come home again, ir Gods willing,
Wien this dreadnl war is over
Wont it be glorioas TO come 10 ae
With the yiclors ARMY, molacr? Ch,
low my head aches! vn it aerr
Stop Why don't you come 70 me,
my Laura, my vile. Lei me kiss our
babe once more. Hush bear the
drums heating g''e me my rife;
don't hold me back victory Of death !!
yes, DEATH = The Kind surgeon wip-
ed away q tear as Le turned away 70
leave. lie had batbcd tie fcyered
brow twas a little thing, but he
could 10 10 more, for there were oil
ers awaiting him---liis time was prec-
ious.
Seven times the twilight shadows
deepened into night seven times tile
great moon arose and lighted the
drcary hospital. Again the surgeon
passed on his nightly rounds. lie
paused as lie reach 4 young Wood.
wards cot, and bis eyes filed with
tears. There was a fearful stiffness
all a ound. No more visions o. the
mountain home no more sounds Of
the loved voices no more dreams Of
victory. The drums viii beat the CALL
but he will not hear them. R-yer-
emily The surgeon raised the white
sheet and gazed on the peaceful face
beneath. The bright moonbeams
peepcl curiously under tie snowy
covering, and gently kissed the fore.
head oi the dead. The holy siass,
with a mournfal twinkle in their bright
eyes, peered wonderingly in through
the narrow window, and at the same
time kept over The mountain home.
The manly limbs, only week ago
filed with the yigor Of life, are now
cold in death The noble heart has
ceased Its beatings the pitiless fever
has done its work. There win be
vacant place in the ranks when the
drums call them together there win
be a few tears shed when they miss
the familiar face there will be fu-
neral and the farewell salute 10 the
dead. a trifing mention Of his death
in the daily news, and that will be all.
What matters II 10 the world only
private dead---noi an officer And
the ceaseless tile wiIl flow on as be-
fore.
Reader, can't you imagine that lone
mother. when the dread tidings reach
herr Can't you see the letter drop
from her hand as she reads his name? ?
No mistake, /, is bis name 20 use 10
deceive herself, for L Is al there in
black aud white. a fearful reality
For her tie ripping river las lost Is
charm, the sunshine its beauty.
4 darkness falling over all, 4 void
Ia Der heart that can never be filled
What Is Il 70 her 10 her drs, hours Of
grief that he died for bis country?
she only knows that be is dead.
All yoa who have sons aad broih-
ers IL the great arny pray earnestly
that the eye Of the ali-seeing Father
may b upon iAe'n, preserving item
from sll harm am.d lie din 81 war,
and from ihe diseases 1t camp Iiie.