The weekly Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1860-1863, 1862-09-11

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'Did they oppose his going to warp
eHMr B. did not. He's an earn
est man, lie loves his country too" well L
hold back any thing while she is in dan
ger ''aa saa'.s'a 1ao '' l''
Only one killed! How insignificant lhC
fact seemed when the Telegraph made thi,
announcement; but what bitterness fol
lowed! Only one Killed!
On the day following. 1 noticed. il
passing. large funeral procession. o
the tens OF thousands who had lin sersc
scarcely moment over the telegram an
nouncing but one killed aid three woun
ded, had the Imagination of an individua
pictured distinctly solemn scene ik,
this as following in. natural sequence. OIL
given the fsintest realization Of the sor
row and the suffering that lay yelled be
hind? 5,ff "'' 4-
Fifty killed and three wounded! All!
now the pulses beat. Here is something
wor'h whilel How strangely this famil
iarity with war ices over the heart! One
two, three hundred killed, or manged =
Itis awful to contemplate; and yet We
must come down TO single cases 10 get a
the heart of this fearful matter. AWAY
from every battle field, from every skir
misbing ground, hears'cords stretch, il
single lines, 10 as many hearts and home;
as there are individuals, and death. ol
wouDding, thrill these sympatheti,
lines. each vi h it's own wild fear and an
guish.
That is Mr. BIS son. He was
killed in a skirmish with the enemy. III
belongs 10 C,mpauy O.. 4 4r,o
oh, that slight affair | had forgot
len il. There was only the ,lrife of ont
killed, think
and that was Mr. BIS SON.
Mr. B was lraving the car il
which we we're riding. He was 81
changed that had not recognized hin
as the individual in whose pres nee
spoke SO lightly about one killed
and three wounded only few weeks be
lore. .,r U. H.a a a.
Sad, isn't it?' said the other, growing
serious. .sgrto tf n $3.50
Very sad; I'm told the mother 7ha,
not left her room slnce tbs terrible
news WAS communicated. He was an on
ly son. " 500 b af"H. Hrs" .l%
That is terrible,' was answered. How
little do We think OF what is really invo
we'd when VIC run our eyes so csrelessly
and often half impitiently, over these al
most dali announcements Of one or lw'
killed or wounded in scout or pickle
skirmishing! 1t comes home 10 us il
Mr.. BIS case.'
A few weeks later.
'Did you sea that face al the win
dow? asked q friend with whom | wa
walking,
| had observed the face i that of
young woman L was was visible onl,
for an instant; but 10 that instant i
had impressed me strongly, it was s.
white, SO gbostly, so full Of sadness au'
suffering
'Yes, / saw it, f
There has been something more tha
bodily sicku ss, said the irit nd
Heart sickness. Pain that deGes til
leeches skill
1t always touches me to see faqe lik
that remarked my companion. Hear
blight in one 50 young-ah, is sad, sad
How quickly the tender leaves fad
when fIost drops on spring blossom! Il
lie is drawn from the sunshine, and fall
when the icy winds pass over. In latte
years we have more indurance. Th
heart is stronger to bear,'
Not long slterward the same pal! fac
and sad eyes looked out upon me from
carriage, and their image aud expressio
remained with me as in picture for me
ny days.
q am haunted by that face said I, q
it gIided past me on the street. the eye
resting on mine for al Instant. Was lheI
not something Of rebuke in then? | fe
itso. And yet they were to me the eye
of stranger ., b. j 'r..'- srn "
Unhappy ono!sorrow has touched yo
early with it's blightiug fingers, SO
spoke with myself as walked on musiui
Has love failed, or the shadow OF deaf
fallen over the threshold Ofone dearer tha
lifes An, is there not in the experien,
Of one soul, tried in the FIRE as thou hs
been, pain enough TO make our hear
shiver in the bare imagination? FRS
the stunning shock Of fearful calamil
then the awakening to pain as life begin
10 stir in the bruised aud broken fbr
and organs, in the quivering nerves al
acerated tissus; the almos, equally la
! anced contest between life and death; al
| Ihenth long period Of slow recuperati'
5 with its anguish Of aching wounds.
, helplessness,it its despondency its darknes
) Alb, what history is written in a Ia
like thinel pale, suffering strangcr! Hc
little Of this is imagined by the passil
erowdP ''t'is-''
Next l saw that face in church, II W
still pale and sad and bore look oi e
> hauslion,as from long elduredpain. B
+ now there was in it soft expression
I touch of resignation blending With pio
hope p. 90 '''-.f.'9 70
The strong has strengthened her, so
: said in my thought. The burden W
too heavy for her own soul, and she b
laid it upon Him. Her refuge is wi
, the Comforter
Often during the services my ey
turned, involuntarily turned, toward I
young lady, who had awakened in me
interest liltls short Of fascination. !
. more dsyout worshiper sat under t
preachers administrations. She iupres
ed me- aa ona who had tnrnad honalusp