“Doesn’t that prove that my battles, and those of that ‘nice man,’ as you term the bishop, are harder to fight than yours?”
“Well, it’s truth you’re saying; I’d liever go back to my regiment to-morrow, wounded as I am, than do what you want, though I know you’re right, too;” and warmly shaking my hand, he drew the cover over his head, and I left him to meditate upon the two Armies.
You will say that the strain after originality in such conversations, is not likely to be an over-tax of the mental powers; but you must remember, that what to you may be but a wearying platitude, may be a seed, to one who receives the parallel as a novelty, to germinate in later years.
We can but try all means, and leave events to God.
THE CONTRAST.
“I wish to goodness they would not send their men here, just to die!”
Such was the exclamation, in no very amiable tone, which greeted my ear, as I opened the door of one of the wards of our hospital.
“What is the matter, Wilson?” said I, to our usually cheerful wardmaster.