Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1863-11-11
What the Women of the Northwest are Doing
for the SeidieFS,

B. T. TAYLOR, war correspondent of the
Chicago Journal, is writing some very inter
esting letters from the Army of the Cumber-
land Here is extract respecting the ben
efcial results which are following the
efforts of the Ladies' Aid Societies in reliev-
ing and comforting our sick and wounded:
You hear of the malappropriation of your
gifts but never fear; one grain may fail but
two will spring up and blossom out into 'for
get-me -nots" Your work is everywhere. Go
with me to that tent standing apart; it Is the
Deaei-house tent. -Four boys in their brown
blankets four white wood collins, four labels
with four names on four still breasts. Two of
the four garments the sleepers wear are of
linen from your stores, stitched by your fin
gers. Verify, the Ladies' Soldiers Aid Soci-
cites should be named MARY" for are they
not, like her of old ''last a, the cross and ear
Hest at the grave y
"When can l go home, Doctor" is the
| question forever shared by the lips and asked
by the eyes, as he goes his daily rounds
| There was a train of cars at laSt-boX cars
cattle cars, if you like il better-drawn up op-
posite the hospital, and l stood there on
| bright morning at nine O'Clock, the four
hundred poor boys, lame, bandaged, support
ed, carried outright, came over the hill to
take the Il ain 1t was the w Wounded Brigade,
and three OF every five wore some token Of
woman's remembrance-of your loving kind
ness. 1t was announced 10 them the night
before that they were to go at five, and there
was no sleep for JOY. Some of them had &C
tually watched the night out, in the open air,
like the Chaldean Shepherds, lest by some
! chance the train should go away without
them. But they were hopeful and heart
| full, for they would go by-and-by. That
Wounded Brigade made my eyes dim as it
came no "pomI and circumstance" now
| no martial step, no rusting banners, no
| cleaning arms. | should have been less than
| human had | not swallowed my heart all day
as l thought of that brigade, the grandest
| body of men | ever saw in my life Well
| the ears were fo0rea with the sick and woun-
ded and we moved slowly away, and must
| tell you that all the way along that weary
! ride OF twenty hours to Nashville, it was the
| thoughtful gift Of woman that kept their
| hearts up. Not on the field of Chickamauga
not in the woods of Alabama, not on the
train in Tennessee could | get out of sight Of
! the Aid Society, the Sanitary Commission
the Florence Nightingales of the Northwest
| want to described that ride to-day but can
| not; how the boys went as cattle go how
| they waited hours till Major Genera swift
commodious car should pass how they crept
along at the rear of everything alive. 1t is
worth chapter and ii shall nave it. And so,
| my Sisters, | have given you a hands breadth
Of the shade ! which that sunshine Of yours has
pierced and glorifed like the coming of morn
ing When the scenes amid which we wall and
labor pass into the grand eternity of the his
toric page, the heart of the world will warm
to the women Of the Northwest; soldierly
| daring and womanly deeds will be blended
forever; the kiss of the daughters will not
stain the sword of the sons the violet lily and
laurel viii bloom immortal together, and the
| lost Eden of old will smile once more on "a C
map of the globe.