Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1863-11-19
rsRns OF ADvEavlslsa.
The Wounded and their Friends.
from o. ?. Tsyicfs chyiishosxa CORRESPONDENTS. vii,
the CUtarn Irrrn.i '


IL white, dusty ridge In Alabama
tall slim oaks sprinkle it, and beneath then.
W streets with a stfange, far eastern. 'look 4,
Cities Of Mercy--a Field Hospital. IT.,
sun pours hotIy down a distant drum sna, I.
now and then rs If in dfeam the tink
ling concer: Of cloud OF losusts-the cicad,
OF the South-comes, ike dear old sleie b.,
bells chime, from a distant tree. "TL,
loud laugh that tsIls the vacant mind" !.
unheerd the familiar sound Of closing door,
aud children's carol never rules there tho
tents swell white, and sad, and still. With
IN them lies almost three thou and SOLDIER.
married with all wounds conceive ble,, wasted
with pain, psrched with fever, wearily furn>
ing, YEARLY waiting. TO take up the blessed
march. Ho, f1I the North That il tho
word, the ever-abiding charmer that cling
ers still behind" IL is Stevenson; il "a
Nashville it is Louisville il is home ia
Is heaven. Alas, for it, how they falter and
sleep By the way Aud every one OF these
men was soDlebOcly's boy once had q motl,-
or once. q wife, q sister, a sweetheart; but
better is friend that is near than broth
er afar 0f," and now comes the blessed mis-
sion Of woman. True, there are only two
here 10 person. but how nauy in heart and
work
You have been thinking, my sisters
where is our work, in all these scenes2 That
snowy roll Of linen; that little pillow benesth
the sufferers head that soft fold across the
gashed breast; that cooling drink the rude,
kind, stslwart nurse is putting to yonder
boys white lips; that delicacy this poor fsl.
low is,just partakiug; that dressing kowi,
whose broidered hem those long, thin fingers
are toying with; the slippers, . world too
wide for the thin. fslterins feet; the dish of
fruit left hand is slowly working ct, his
right laid up IN eur Federal altar ct Chick.
amauga, never to be lifted more. Your
tree, my sister, bore that fruit; your fingers
wrought. your besr conceived. What do
the women say about us boys ct homer"
slowly asked poor wreck ofs lad, q | sat
by his side. That brow OF bis schsd,
know. for the touch OF laving hand, t"and
the sound Of voice that IL ain" At the
moment he a-ksd the QUESTION be was tryp-
ing over little siiken pesdie-book thst one
Of you laughing girls made some day, and
tucked in . corner Of big labsllsd ~. s.
Sanitary Commission. On the cover Of
that book you had wrought the words, play
fully, perhaps, my bold soldier boy"
silently pointed TO the Legend; the reply
struck home to his heart, and hs burst into
tears. assure you they were not bitter
tears he shed, and as he wiped them away
with white film Of handkerchief you
girls had hemmed for him, his question was
twice answered aud he was content Hi
eye lids closed down. his breathing grew
regular; he had fallen asleep. aud / thought
II was the picture Of the Soldiers Dream"
over again.
You hear Of the malsppropration of Your
gifts, but never fear; one graiu may II ].
but two will spring up ard blossom out into
forget me nois.' Your work Is everywhere
Go with me to that :ent standing apart; it
is the dead house tent. -Four boys in their
brown blankets, four white wood collins,
four iabels with four names on four still
breasts. Two of the four garments the
slespers wear are of linen from your stores
stitched by your. fingers. Verify. the
Ladies' Soldiers Aid Societies should be
named Mary" for srs they not. like her
Of old, last at the cross aud earliest ct the
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