The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1862-05-16
MY Hospital Expei tsnco.

1t was four O'Clock before got away again,
and then WAS really tired. 80 days merged
into weeks aul it hc'am' II regular routine.
From eight 'il .cn or eleven. ami from halt past
one till iour,i took pleasure amongst them, even
while pain stirred my heart to SEQ their ruirr-
ings. One 10y one could see them fading. No
care or skill could save them. They had offered
their lives to our country, ahi she accepted the
sacrifice.
Poor little Frank u dnilv grew weaker
Nothing could tempt lin to eat, and his cough
grew worse Willie his face became thin and pale
lie never lost his j"lou spirit but always seem
ell hopeful, oven wucn too i'll to rise from his
berth.
One afternoon was startled on entering, hy
the most pitcous cries, and found that they came
from my little iayortc, generally so brave and
patient.
why, Frankie what is the matter ? ask
cd, bending over him.
'Oh, you have come! | did wish for YOU So
much. OH shall die, anl wanted somebody
Nv who seemed to care for me lttlo, lon do
like me don't YOU, dear MIR. So You've
been So kind TO me. Oh, this pain, can't stand
ii long
Ills hands grnspol mine ncrvou-ly, and every
fibre Of hi, frame quivcrcd with pain. saw that
the dcws If death wcr" standing thickly already,
on the broad, beautiful forehead over which the
fair hair clustered So prclily, and my eyes filled
with tears Of sorrow deeper than words could
express stopped to ks, him. aud glad cry
escaped the lips Of the poor little DYING 10y.
on ks, me again, won't Nout That j.
like my sister. i,o Kiss me once more; feel
better. Oh, | woullu't mind t" die II my sister
were here to- ,dl me they loved me. You do love
mo n little, don't YOU
Yes, n great deal, Frankie; rs much M II
were your sister. Don't YOU think SOL II
sure you're a good boy and am sorry to see 70
suffer So.
lie drew me down toward him, and pressed hi
face close to my arms. could endure no mor'
The poor boy mulc appeal for tenderness an
symIathv in his vim, hour, far from home
breathing ont his Young life amid Strangers un
nervcd me- drew that Young bright head &
NV bosom, and my tears fell fast upon its sum.
curls.
Did the gentle sisters he loved, have on
Thought Of III, scene that was TRANSPORTING oI
that night. while pcr,hancc they sat and talkc'
OF him, their only and pctted brother i'll their Ia
of home IN Nebraska
sYouwill stay with me Tonight, won't You
he pleaded again. 'uh, You won't leave me
die alone
NO, frankie, III stay with yon.'
lie WIS comiurtcd, and became more quiz
as clasp,d his hands and tried to sooih hin
Gradually purple hue Oyerspread his face
Now his lips Became whittier, and the large clea
eyes grew restless When he could no lonGe
sneak those ewes plead for some tokens Of cndear
ment, aud each time that pressed kiss upol
his forehead n look Of deep aud earnest graft,
tudc sottcncd the suffering expression Of his
face.
About nine o'clock he hrcathcl his last. and
now every time look down at my hand and SEE
the little ring Of min" he wore before he died,
seem to see the parting look of his great sal eye
ere they fixed in death, How sad the task TO
brush back the damp locks from the cold brow
AMI compose the blue limbs in their last r'pos"
That night wcpt and prayed for tn" sisters a'
had never wept and pray ut for myself, for h,
was all they had.
t,w day. after thi. another of nv patient