The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1860-1876, 1864-06-11

uoWH stdiIe\ cdule lHtO tHe IoOHl, Out IelC
too feeble to speak; so she, thinking that
was very sick, took the baby down stairs
and sent for the doctor.
lay there quiet until the doctor came;
ne looked very grave and said something
about failing rapidly" He asked Mrs.
Green where my husband was. She told
him in the army, and he bade her tele.
graph to him Immediately. Telegraph to
conscript! thought to myself; they will
not give a conscript furlough; and yet l
let them do it, with the wild, vain hope
that he would come before / died. l felt
no Better all day, and that night nv baby
died. heard the confusion down stairs9
but never suspected its cause. Poor child,
he was taken with convulsions late in the
aiternoon. and died in evening, and new
er knew it until the next day.
was reused the next morning by the
doctors coming into the room. "How
does she seem to feel about the child's
death p
''Poor thing answered Mrs. Green,
"she does not know anything about 1t. but
guess she will take it hard!'
~ guesssshe would have felt worse to
have died and left it here alone. pity her
husband, TO lose them both so suddenly"
Then they came up to my bedside. l
looked up in the doctors face and asked,
Doctor is my baby dead?'
EYES,"
Audt was AL tNat was SdlO. lay still
again, feeling, oh, so tired and weak. The
doctor did not feel satisfied, and went away
looking very serious. That afternoon Mrs.
Green brought my baby up to me; kissed
1t gOOd-by. Then they put it into the little
coffin and carried it away. I could not
feel sad, for I felt it was SAFE with God
I grew better and better; waited for
news from my husband; for, / said, he will
write 1t he cannot come. At last the news
came. ! was reading the paper one morn
ing when my eyes fell upon this para
graPh;m .p:. . ooou;,,. ..,,,,,, ,o, ~,
ings was shot while trying to make his
escape from Camp -, on the night of
for fasloSsh to SO home to his his VsS wiie asxSo wso
was dying; it being refused, he tried to
run the lines but failed. He was shot
down by the pickets and killed instantly.
We hope this will be a warning to Others"
1t was all very well for Curtius to leap
into the gulf amidst the shouts of an ad-
miring multitude, knowing that he would
safely alight on the pinicle of glory, that
rears its head aloft even from the shadow
of death. But for man, all alone, in the
dark, to stumble headlong into the gulf of
infamy, is hard. Feeling that his foot has
only once slipped from the path of duty,
al he reels over the eprecipice-Gods strength
en- his faith lest it waver and die. All
that he was conscript and a deserter, and
yet he paid part Of the price; you cannot
deny that, for was not he shot down as
warning to others!
went down to Washington and begged
his body. They gave it to me at last, and
l brought it home and laid in by my baby,
and over the grave l placed stone where.
on was writteD:-
..Shot in the war
To pay part Of the price,
did not put my name there; you know
why, for now when people pass his grave,
they say, "PoOr fellow! God bless him!'
and God hears every prayer, you know.
What would they say If the name was
there? Never mind now.
And live on still and make shirts for
the army. It is poor pay and hard work,
the sooner done, and then the sooner to
sleep. RAP.
Beverly, N. J.