“Mother! Was it you? Then good by. I die—happy, Mother!”
Thus he expired. The good lady wrote the above to the mother of the brave lad, and thus I obtained the original.
Warm Hearts in frozen Bodies.
“A lady in one of the hospitals of the west was much attracted by two young men, lying side by side, all splintered and bandaged, so that they could not move hand or foot, but so cheerful and happy looking, that she said,—
“‘Why, boys, you are looking very bright to-day.’
“‘O, yes,’ they replied, ‘we’re all right now; we’ve been turned this morning.’
“And she found that for six long weeks they had lain in one position, and for the first time that morning had been moved to the other side of their cot.
“‘And were you among those poor boys who were left lying where you fell, that bitter cold morning, till you froze fast to the ground?’
“‘Yes, ma’am; we were lying there two days. You know they had no time to attend to us. They had to go and take the fort.’
“‘And didn’t you think it was very cruel in them to leave you there to suffer so long?’ she inquired.