Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1883-01-13
WEEK mrs rHE wogaofD.
Touching Sights at Gettysburg.
Philadelphia Times.

were so deeply impressed upon he,
MIND during the week spent amone
the sufferers, and there appears iT
the current number of the Weekly
Times an excellent article. in which
she narrates her battlefield exneri
ences. The pathetic incidents tina
follow are taken from that article
In all that CHASTITY array of hu
man misery, between three anC
Tour hundred men, there was no
one whole individual. Every ont
mad lost either an arm or leg, anC
In some cases both were gone. One
poor wretch had both legs and hi.
right arm torn off by shell, anC
one had lost both arms and one leg
There was every conceivable form
OF wounds, cuts and bruises. Wha
horribly mutilated faces looked uI
to us from the straw-littered boards
which formed the only beds! NJ
pillows to support the bruised and
aching head, nor blankets to cover
the shivering limbs. AS we entered
the first words of welcome were
THANK God, there is a woman, ,
and the questions, "Where did YOU
come from ?'' How did you gel
here ?" and "What did you come
for ?" greeted us on every side, and
the glad news that we had come tC
bring help passed like an electric
thrill from man to man.
One day, after a very fatiguine
morning, / sat down on a stump fol
few moments rest, among the
Southern soldiers. AS usual, 8
group Of boys gathered around me,
and one said:
MADAM, can't understand your
treatment of US. Our women would
not be so willing to help prisoners
from your army, but you are just as
kind to US as TO your own men,"
"Oh," said, s'the reason is that
we do not look upon you as ene-
mics. We still regard you as our
children, and although you have
gone astray, we have not given you
up, and expect you to come back to
US, just as a loving mother hopes
her hayward boy will repent of his
wanderings and return again to take
his place around the hearthstone.
You belong to us yet, and the time
will come when we shall again be
one people, under united govern
ment."
"Well, boys" said one of the
brightest of them, there is some
thing in that. Now, marin, won't
you please give US a chaw of to-
hacker ?''
Among the men were all
classes, creeds and cOlOrs. On
one of my errands in remote part
of the field, L was called to see a
most distressing case. Long before
/ reached the designated spot /
heard the most agOnizing groans
and appeals for mercy, constant
repetition of "Oh, God heve mercy
upon me; Oh! God have mercy on
my lost soul 20
Again was the cry lifted up in
pitiful tonesI "Oh, God, save me
from my sins !" l found on reach
ing him one of the hOpelessly
wounded cases, poor fellow who
had been left to die, being past all
aid. / approached him, and asked
what / could do for him. He turned
his eloquent dark eyes, lustrous and
even in his dying agony,
upon me.
1 shall never forget the impress
sion he made upon me. A man OF
powerful physique and remarkable
personal beauty, with a rich dark
olive complexion. Every Inca
ment of his face spoke of intellect,
pride, and great magnetic power.
hn uiah oil
there. He reminded me of some
great creature brought to bay with
no way of escape. Such terror
Such fear! The like l never before
saw painted on the face of man.
He shook his head and said in reply
to my question:
"YOu can do nothing. / must
die. / only ask for death. Oh, this
dreadful suffering! Oh,
my soul! Oh, God, have mercy on
my poor soul ~
| inquired about him of a man
lying near, who told me he had
seven gunshot wounds through his
body, that he could not be moved,
and nothing could alleviate his
pain. OF his former life or history
nothing was known. They had
fought side by side in several bat
ties. Until then he had seemed to
bear a charmed life; possessed of
incredible strength and bravery,
his tall form was ever to be seen in
the thickest of the fight. He was
always a reserved and moody man, |
far superior in intellect,
education and position to most of |
the soldiers, with whom he never |
AS he lay there, his |
eyes riveted on my face, as |
though he would derive some COM
iOrt, tried TO sOOthe him by point
ng out to him the way to obtain
he mercy he so eagerly craved, and
repeated to him the old, yet ever
new story of Him who suffered |
greater agony than he endured,
even the burden Of the guilt of all |
and died on the cross
hat he and all men might live eter-
laIly. He listened with despairing
.agerness, then, turning away with
/ grOan, replied:
"Oh! madam, my Savior has not
ret come. must die without seeing
linn. | am Jew"
Again, l tried to tell him of the
infinite love and compassion, that
ven at the eleventh hour he might
elieVe and lay his sins on the
Lamb of God that taketh away
he sins of the world" He mourn
lilly shook his head and said "Oh!
have heard all these sayings be-
ore, but my Christ has not come.
)h God of Abraham, hear me-"
lie begged for death to end his
liseries. / left him, to send some
plate which hoped might reduce
i'm to blessed Inconsistencies.
'wo days after l was near the same
art of the ground and heard his
lint voice still uttering the same
rayer to the "God of his fathers"
Ut | did not approach him. 1t
Tas too painful to witness such dis
-eSs, with no power of relief.
Whether his great agony was from
ne retrospect of his life or the pa
1etic appeal Of a faithful "son Of
dying with no priest of
he ancient faith to lay the hand of
xpiation on his substitute, was .
yer an impenetrable secret, like
he unwritten history of thousands
no were sacrificed in that great
ar.
One beautiful evening, after a
,ng days hard work, one of my
Oys came to me and said: "There
little chap out there who
card there was a woman from his
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