Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1866-12-28

ioi, CT, S. S. Scranton & Co.
hs history of our conflict for the
sNsen which has come to an end, has fur
nshei many books of interest and histor-
zeal orth, and among the best and highest
b sse is Moores +" Women of the War"
IS arecord of the noble sacrifices and
9se1sNof heroic women; Of wives who at
~ yards and despite all obstacles fol-
lowed their husbands through all the hor-
rors Of rebel prison, dividing her last
morsel with some poor starving soldier,
giving water when there was nothing
more to give, and kind word and smile
when all else failed.
Among the heroines some followed their
dear ones, ready to dare everything and
suffer everything for them and their
cause; some were melted by pure patri-
otism while some acted from motives rarer
and purer than all these-a desire TO al
leviate human suffering, large-hearied
charity that was willing to labor anywhere
to relieve the wants Of those who were
suffering and fighting for the grand old
Union, and others who carried the scolors
in the thickest Of the fight, and when the
bloody work was over devoted themselves
with the delicate tenderness Of their sex,
to mitigate the horrors Of the battlefield,
and others, delicateiy reared, who laid
their lives an offering ON the altar of pat
riotic zeal, and who are now singing the
praises Of Jesus in heaven.
OF one of these the author thus writes:
Z /" As truly as the hero who fell, pierced
with his death shot just as his regimental
flag was carried by the storming column
over the battlements OF the routed foe, SO
She, as true a heroine as any, fell at her
post in the heat and depth Of the conflict,
just before the blessed dawn light and the
joyful shout of victory
This book is invaluable as a record of
brave deeds Of our soldiers which other
wise would never have been published.
Some of the most touching and pathetic
incidents come to light which will bring
the lear Of sympathy 10 the eye Of the
ivador, whether he or she have loved ones
sleeping meath southern suns or not.
Who can read the following without feel
ing all the tenderness of the soul stirred:
We we're called TO pray with a dying
Christian; and l feel the grasp OF his
hand yet, as we knelt around in the rain,
in the dark night, with only the glimmer-
ing lights around the operating tables, and
looked up 10 the Father of our Lord and
Saviour for his mercy and grace TO fall
upon the dying man, and all his comrades
clustering round us needing dying grace.
Then we sang, There is rest for the
weary Miss G's loud, clear voice leading
The sound stopped the ,hrieks and groans
OF the brave men. They listened. They
seemed coniorted. II was then midnight
or near it. Before the next sun threw its
RAYS in upon these twelve hundred wound
ed soldiers, the darkness of death had
settled upon eleven sons, husbands and
fathers, whose hearts had throbbed health
fully with loving thoughts OF home and
country but a few hours before. We re-
NAMED at this hospital until The evening
Of the 18th we had slept few hours on
the straw upon which our soldiers had lam
and upon which their life-blood had been
poured ont. We prepared tea, bread and
butter, milk punch, aud cgg-nog furnished
rags. lint and bandages, as needed, ano
then came on to French's Division Hospi'
tai. where we're one thousand OF oul
wounded. and number of Confederates
The first night we slept in our ambulance
no room in the small house, the only dwell
ling near, could be procured. Ihe mex
day was the Sabbath. The sun shon'
brightly the bees and the birds were Joy
Gus and busy; beautiful landscape spread
out before us, and we knew the Lord
The Sabba,h looked down upon us. But
with all these above and around us, W.
could see only our suffering, uncomplalntn!
soldiers. mutilated, bleeding, dying al
most every hour witnessed the going GU
Of some Young life. No words can de
scribe the wonderful endurance not
murmur. not |, word Of complaint or regret
MANY such expressions as the following
have been heard: Yes, ] have struck m.
last blow, for my country; whether hav
served my country well others may Judge
I know i love her more than life LII
lin ouiyered with emotion, and the fac
was full of meaning, as he added, i an
done with all this, and must meet eternity
have thought too little of the future
had a praying mother. 0 that migf
meet her Another, mere youth. wit
full, round face, and mild blue eyes, SAT-
sHold my hand till die. ! am trying
think of my Saviour; but think OF m
mother and father their hearts will break
Another, in reply to the remark, wei
nv brother, you have fought good fight
we thank you for what you have done an
suffered for us; and now we want to tai
to YOU about One who suffered for you an
for us. eighteen hundred and sixty-tw
wears ago, and now lives to intercede Il
Us. He is near us now, and knows all yo'
wants. Shall we ask him TO abide vii
YOU. for the day is closing? - Putting b
hand Che had but one) to his eyes. 1t
growing dark ; can it be death Z FOR
time emotion was too big for utteranc,