Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1866-12-28
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sorl, CT, S. S. Scranton g. Co.
ths history Of our conflict for the
~nrn which has come to an end, has fur
aiShed many books of interest and histor-
zeal orth, and among the best and highest
81 use is Moores &" Women of the War;"
S arecord of the noble sacrifices and
ed Of 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 10 al
leviate human suffering, large-hearied
charity that was willing TO labor anywhere
suffering and fighting for the grand old
Union, and others who carried the .colors
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
g AS truly as the hero who fell, pierced
with his death shot just as his regimentai
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 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 tear Of sympathy TO the eye Of the
reader, 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 were called TO pray with a dying
Christian; and / feel the grasp OF his
hand vet, as we knelt around in the rain,
in the dark night, with only the glimmer-
ing lights around the operating tables, and
looked up TO the Father of our Lord and
Saviour for his mercy and grace TO iaii
upon the dying man, and all his comrades
clustering round US needing dying grace.
Then we sang, There is rest tor the
weary Miss CPS loud, clear voice leading.
The sound stopped the ,hrieks and groans
OF the brave men. They listened. They
seemed colniorted. 1t was then midnight,
or near ii, Before the next sun threw ITS
rays in upon these twelve hundred Wouna-
ed soldiers, the darkness OF DEAN had
settled upon eleven sons, husbands anu
fathers, whose hearts had throbbed health.
fully with loving thoughts OF home and
country but few hours before. We re-
NAMED at this hospital until The evening
OF the 10Th; we had slept few hours on
the straw upon which our soldiers had lam
and upon which their liie-blood had been
poured ont. We prepared tea, bread ane
butter, milk punch, and cgG-nos furnished
rags. lint and bandages, rs needed, ant
then came on to French's Division llospi
tai where were 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. The mex
dav was the Sabbath. The sun shon'
BRIGHTLY the bees and the birds were JOY
a,s and busy; beautiful landscape sprea'
out before us, and we knew the LORD 0
The Sabbath looked down upon u.s. bu'
with all these above and around US !"
could see only our suffering, uncomplainn
soldiers, mutilated, bleeding, dying. Al
most every hour witnessed the going gu
~ some Young life. No words can dc
scribe the wonderful endurance: not
murmur. not word Of complaint or regret
Many such expressions as the followin
have been heard: Yes, have struck m
last blow, for my country; whether hav
served my country well others may judge
/ know / love her more than life.' In
lip quivered with emotion, and the lac
was full of meaning, as he added, i al
done with all this, and must meet eternity
have thought too little of the future.
had praying mother. o that misl
meet her!' Another, mere youth. wat
full. round face, and mild blue eyes, sai
sHold my hand till die. l am trying
shink of my Saviour; but think of m
mother and father their hearts will break
Another, in reply to the remark, We
nv brother, you have fought good fgh
we thank you for what you have done an
suffered for us and now we want to Ia
to YOU about One who suffered for you an
for US, eighteen hundred and sixty-tv
years ago, and now lives to intercede f
rs. He is near us now, and knows all yo'
wants. Shall we ask him TO abide Wi
YOU. for the day is closing! = Putting b
hand Che had but one) to his eyes. II
growing dark can it be death? For