aware of the self-denials and hardships they may expect in their new field of labor, and are prepared to meet them in the right spirit. We commend them to your kind regards, asking you to direct them, and to place them in a situation where they may be useful.

Yours, very respectfully,

MRS. A. H. HOGE,

MRS. D. P. LIVERMORE,

Committee of the Chicago Protestant Female Nurse Association.

This recommendation has the endorsement of the Chicago Sanitary Commission.

MARK SKINNER,

Pres. Ch. S. C.

Among the frequent and welcome visitors who often brightened the Central Hospital by their presence, was Mrs. Colonel Noble, whose husband was commander of the post. Her visits were exceedingly cheering, and the boys daily looked forward to them with pleasure. She assured them they were never so comfortable and happy in their lives, and many of them believed it, at least while she was present. Herself and husband were well-merited favorites with all. Mrs. Dr. Hammilton, a sweet lady, who did much good; and Miss Rebecca Woodward, her companion; Mrs. Lynn Boyd, whose husband was formerly Speaker of the House in Washington; Mrs. Hughes, the chief banker's wife, and her lovely daughter;-may Heaven prosper them, for their kindness to me; Mrs. Dr. Austin; a host of generals from the field, among whom was General Ducat, of Evanston, Ill.;-all these were at different

times our visitors. The accomplished, efficient lady of Dr. Warner deserves more praise than our brief space permits; her laudable efforts among the wounded, her genial presence among sick and well, and her untiring devotion to the cause, were unremitting, and her superior talents gave her great power wherever she was known. Mrs. Lou Rockwood Warner was born to be a Major-General, or, rather, the companion of one,-still, as the wife of an eminent army surgeon, she has won more victories by his side than she could have done by the side of one whose victories came by wounding instead of healing. To me she ever seemed the embodiment of all that was brilliant, beautiful and good.

In the midst of our duties among the wounded, a lengthy petition was handed to my husband, from his regiment, requesting his return, accompanied by the following words from its commander:

"We are not willing to part with you any longer for any any thing short of General Grant's orders. The battle of Corinth is about to open, in which we are to engage, and we can not go without you."

This intelligence was received at the hospital with consternation, and it was thought best, for the sake of those who had put their faith so completely in one man's skill, to keep his departure a secret, at least for a time. The suspicions of the ever-alert patients, however, were quickly aroused, and some sternly demanded the truth. "Where is my doctor? I insist upon it that you tell me," said poor Captain R. Fields, rallying from a seeming insensibility of

days' duration. His loving young wife, who watched by him day and night, tried to evade an answer; but, rising up in his bed for the first time in weeks, he exclaimed, "You can not deceive me, Dr. Coatsworth has gone." "Yes, he has gone," said his weeping wife. "Then may God help me, for I am a dead man!" They were the last audible words he uttered, and died within three days.

The physicians and nurses had all worked so hard here to save life-precious life, that it seemed cruel to break the lines of labor until all were secure; but military orders are imperative, and we had only healed that the enemy might again wound.

Let it not be understood that I am writing eulogy of my husband; that is not what I intend, and to avoid it, I have taken out many of the most interest. ing parts of the work. Volumes have been filled with the glorious deeds of men who take life in battle, but where is the pen that has ever become a champion to the self-sacrificing, humane men who save life in the field? And yet, where would be our great victories, or our victors, did the surgeons fail in their duty, and cease to provide the material to secure both? My observation has been, that every good army surgeon performed work enough in the late war to entitle him to the highest honors and the largest pay. Whether these things have been accorded to him, we leave the Government to respond. If they have not become life-heroes, they have certainly been public benefactors to the nineteenth century.

Among the surgeons whom I have personally known to have won these laurels, are the names of Dr. T. R. Austin, of New Albany, Ind.; Dr. Horace Wardner, of Cairo, Ill.; Dr. Hammilton, of Illinois; Dr. Brinton, of Boston; Dr. Bringhurst, Illinois; Dr. Hollister, of Chicago; Dr. Aigner, New York; Dr. Clark, of Chicago, and scores of others, some of whom have settled back into the obscure walks of life, none but the Great Eye above seeing the noble record they made during our terrible civil war.

CHAPTER IX.

MRS. GENERAL WALLACE.

Her Nativity-Early Acquaintance with Mr. Wallace--Mexican War -Judge Dickey: he and Student join the War-Safe Return-Happy Union-War of 1861-"The Oaks"-Colonel Wallace's RegimentMerited Promotion-Battles he Fought-Mrs. Wallace visits the Field - General Strong - Affecting Incident - Battle of ShilohGallant Lead of Wallace-Seven Kinsmen in the Battle of that dayWallace Falls-His Division Reels-The Enemy takes the Ground— Crushing truth is told his Wife-Cyrus Dickey-Wallace Recovered —He still Lives-Last Hours-Interesting Letters from Mrs. Wallace -Judge Dickey and Family-Costly Ransoms-Citizens of OttawaMrs. Wallace at Home.

THE sad romance of William Wallace, of Scotland, and his beloved Marion, seems almost repeated in the history of Mrs. Ann Dickey Wallace and her gallant, chivalrous, devoted husband. Associated as they were from early youth, reciprocal affection had grown with their growth, and sympathy of tastes and mutual regard had made their lives entirely one. She is a native of Bourbon County, Ky., and the eldest daughter of Hon. T. Lyle Dickey.

At the age of twelve, then a charming girl, and a favorite in a large community, she became acquainted with William H. L. Wallace, a student in her father's law office, at Ottawa, Illinois. The acquaintance of the child and man steadily and healthily ripened into love. The Mexican war came; Judge Dickey raised and commanded company I, in the 1st Regi