Evansville daily journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1863-1866, 1865-01-31
send Them to His Mother.

send Them to his Mother.
CAN dying, doctor7 Isn't there
any hope1
The feeble band grasped the arm Of
the physician, as be was going the rounds
among the sick and wounded 10 that
hospital tent, and the youthful voice
that asked the eager question trembied
with emotion. l. was boyish face into
which the physician turned and gazed;
but the death angel had set its impress
there, and the kind hearted physi-
clan could only shake his head
s. wanted 10 90 home once more be-
fore died. Oh, mosherl mothsrl Inc /
words we're foil Of agony, and for = lev
moments the poor child lay with cioseo
ewes. and tears trembled on the long
lsshes. bar they did not fall he crushed |
them hack and lifted bis almost signiiess /
aMT mother taught me to die, bless
God for thafl Ny home in heaven Is
alwhys near" The struggle with feeble
human nature was soon over. Angels
vers present to accompany the dying
soldier, and quietly and peacefully be
crossed the dark river upon the long,
last march that ended bis early caI-
peign.
Tbere vas q soldiers burial Kind
hands hollowed the humble grave, and
laid him down praysrfully and teariuiig
to bis rest; and when the brave meu
turned back to the lonely tent, the sword
and valiss Of their youthful officer met
their eyes az
What shall be done with them
was DE sorrowfu question.
Send them bone 10 bis mother.
And they camel 1t was the carly
morning pf a bright October day Th'
broad sunlight lay all about the honi
over whose threshold the young Lieu
tenant had gone forth one twelyemontl
before, 90 foil Of life and activity.
The door Of the neat white b0us
stood open, and all along the floor Q
the vide, pleasant kitchen lay streaf
Of yellow sunshine, broken here an
there by restless moving shades
where the waving trees came IN b
tween The sunlight The mother va
alone, aud as she moved about her mor'
ing work, she sang ID low, sweet voiC
snatches Of songs that she had offs
sung when the dear boy, nov GROWN
into manhood, nestled in her lap, an
she was bushing him 70 sleep, aud 81
looked as if expecting to see his brig
face coming in at the door, or hear b
CHEEKY voice calling from the garde
"Mother
Did she hear no whisper from Il
Garden Of Paradise, at that momeu
calling, Mother, nother?"
Was there not a guardian angel no
eriug about heF-a youthful face nc
glowing with spiritual beauty-hoveriI
over herr Alas, she saw il not
The stage came rattling along q
highway and her heart beat quicker
the sound, for perhaps there might
something from her darling boy.
stopped before the little wicket ga
and the driver came with a slog, relg
that step up the walk. There WAS son
thing ia each hand which he brous
silently ia and laid almost reveren
on the table. Not word broke
stillnebs The poor mother looked uf
them a moment, and then, with shi
cry Of agony, sank down beside them
!" Ms boz my boyl o God help q
this isn't all that Is lettP'
She drew be valise 10 her almost r.
iicaly, aud lifted her white smpior
face TO the driver.
And il ueedrd not that solemn ausw
one glance in that plying face revea
the truth. Wondering ut her :
strength, she eagerly opened the val
There WAS the coat, With is bright
tons and epaulets, that his compani
had folded carefully away; and, as
held il Up, she ptemed to see the nc
boy as he had stood before her 10 /
dress, and asked so eagerly-"N
mother, amt you proud Of your be
Yen won't DRY anY more, will your
going to hght for the dear old flag,
fathers fay and mine; l want TO
with tour approval and blessing"
then she placed her trembling ha
upon his head and whispered thro
her tears--"Go, my son, and God
with you And God has been '
him to the end. Then came his B
his little pocket Bible that she gave
on his birthday years before. He
read It faithfully. There was here
there mark at his favorite chapt
and there were pencil lines dr'
around many comforting texts that
had repeated upon tedious marches,
they had been his support and x
70 the very last; a little pack
lettefs, so full of hope and trust
an absent son; and as she opened ii
one By one, she saw how some ten
passages, breathing her full hearts
or telling Of the old home that stood :
open doors to receive him, were bio
With bitter tears, which the brave b
could not hold back; her picture will
worn case, into which his eyes
gsKed so many times, and as she q
ed il little slip Of paper auttered
with the words in his own hand, "Ss
mother, what a blessing God has Il
me in you'll She had been blessin
him, she had taught him the way to !
nal life God be praised for that
broken hearted mother the kind ne
hors raised from the place, where, o
come with grief, she had pillowed
head among the treasures of her
Only for little while, poor mother,
heart aches for you as write, and
the thousands Of hearts made desc
for whom / can only pray for my
loved ones in this hour Of danger.
for little time; the pearly gates are
closed. They we're left ajar as the
one entered in, Enclosed and waiting
you, This incident is strictly true