Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1866-08-15
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New Publications.

Self-sacrlnce- BY FRANK Moore, author OF
The Rebellion Record Diary of the
American Revolution" Anecdotes, Poetry,
and Incidents Of the War, North and South, )"
&c, &c.
Mr.. Moore, the author of the present volume,
in consequence of his previous labors as a war
writer, is probably better qusliied for this work
than any other scholar in the country While
the character of his former writings insures
strict authenticity. bis style, which is always at
tractivs and brilliant, has, in this, been kindled
by his theme into increased vivacity and power.
The volume will embrace
/. large number OF narratives. never be-
fore published, of the courage, sef-sacrIhces
and sufferirgs of loyal women for the Union and
its glorious banner, in the face of persecution
and danger, along the border and within the
rebel lines
H. The prvations heroism, thrilling adven-
lures and daring fortitude OF those who went
With their husbands and sons to the camp, fol-
lowing the army in wearisome marches, submit
ting to the horrors of rebel prisons, and pene-
trating, calmly as veterans in the storm of bat
tie even TO the front of the fight.
iii. The sacrifices and Christian self-denia
of women who left the enjoyments and COM
forts of home, to perform laborious and servIle
duties for sick and wounded soldiers, and to
labor in the hospitals-those great houses of
suffering which sprung up after each bloody
battle.
,i0n:
WOMEN OF THE WAR.-Under this title the
subscription publishing house of Scranton &
Co.. Hartford, sill issue new and origi-
nal work by Frank Moore. 1t comprises full
faT-h skefc of lehr AID
women of our country, who, during the war,
consecraled themselves to the work OF relieving
Thousands of the suffering and warworn SOL
drrs in the hos pitals, on the field, and at the
very front Of battle. The incidents of their ex-
perience overflow with pathos and the most
ouching sentiment, showing the truth of all
th4i mas been said of woman's charity, love and
s-lfs8crifice in times of trial and suffering
The devotion of Spartan mothers, the heroic
tenderness of the young wife Gertrude, and the
sublime sacrifice of Florence Nightingale, have
s. been rivaled by our own noble women dur
ing the last four years of war, and to them as
deep debt OF gratitude is due from the nation
: to those brave fellows, who, in the hospitals,
"a homes " and convaescent camps, were the
objects of their tender care. We cannot devote
more space at this time to this book, but will
hereafter refer more particularly to its value.
II Is illustrated with steel plate portraits of
proved bank note style-an i'm rovement in il
iustralion inaugurated, think, by the nouse
of Scranton a. Co., in this volume. Inc work
will be d welcome one n the homes of the sol
dIers and the soldiers friends throughout the
country.
Below We copy from the work the touching
sketch of
LITTLE WILLIE.
One sultry day in June, 1865, as | was pas
sing through tie wards of the Berry House
Hospital, IN Wilmington, my attention was at
tracted by pair of bright eyes. which followed
me from cot with hungry eagerness.
Surprising it the lemonade, which / was
distributing according to the direction of the
nurses, which attracted him, | inquired of ths
man who had charge Of him if he uld have
some. He replied in the affirmative, and
placed the glass to his burning lips He was
mere boy, only fifteen. His dark eyes anc
curly brown hair cOntrasted feArfully with hi
pale cheeks, while the thin white hand, witt
which he clasped the z ass, told sadly of wasting
disease.
| Ionged to speak words of cheer to the poo,
bow but could not stop then, as there were
many feverish men waiting for the icy draugh
wa carrying. The eyes haunted me; and
as | went from to another, could not helE
gIancing back at WiIe's cot; and every time
met the same entreating look which first at
tracted my attention.
Ny duties called me to another part of the
hospital; and, a. 1 was passing him to go out
he called OUT, in faint voice, " Lady, dear lady
please give me kiss-just one kiss before you
90 NV mother always kissed me-" kissed
him, with tears in my eyes-for who cou re-
fuse such request from dying child, far away
from every friend aud re.atIve. de closed ni'
eyes, murmuring, You are good woman
thank you. II you will sit down and hold my
hand think can sleep; l am so tired" The
were very kind, and the surgeons re-
markably so; but disease had undermined the
frai structure and we daily watched our w lille
sinking to the grave.
One day entered The ward, and found that
the nurse had placed chair by bis cot for me
usual; but he vas sleeping, and l requested
The nurse not to awaken him. go, miss, sald
the man, ne cries and takes on so dreadfully
when he wakes and finds that you have passed
through, that have promised always to wake
him." To do this easy matter; the
eyes opened slow y, and shut again. l leane
down and whispered, "Willie Willie " Yes
YES" he r. piled, al was afraid they would moi
wake me, and should not see you" He ther
began to cry like grieved child, and begged
me- not to go North until he was well enough
% % with me. Promise" said the nurse
for he will rot live many days more" >" No
Willie, ! will not go until you are better"
3D. and with the kiss be never failed to ask for
EFT him. The next morning the doctor came
TO me and said, "Willie is gone"
The coffin placed upon two chairs in th'
Gispensary, and we stood and gased long upor
the marble face and folesd white hands-whit'
as the Cape Jasmine blossoms which the!
casped. Then | learned his history as ne hat
told 1t. man of wealth had been drafted
and had bought the boy substitute OF
heirtless step-father. He had never carried
gun. Once from under his mothers watchiu
care, the overgrown boy had sunk beneath tn
h4rdshps of camp life, and the spirit, pure a
when il first entered the clay casket, returned
TO God who gave II. 0 Willie those wer
tears to be despised which fell upon th
cotiD-soldiers' tears for a comrade lost. An
though upon the weli-contested field you neve
fought in de IDLY combat, the good fight OF fat
mas been yours; and now, while your exsmpl
lives in Our hearts below, you wear an undyln
wreath of vic DRY in our Fathers kingdom.
The book will not be for sale at the bool
stores. but will be published and sold only b
subscription, and the publishers desire agen
IN every county, city and townshipin in the Unite
) 4les.
The GALAXY for August Is. No. VIII. Th
number completes the first volume of III
Gaidry.
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Albert Bierstadt, by Henry I. Tuckermsn II
Circuit Preacher, by George Alfred Townsend
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