remember with pride those who fought, bled and died for her just rights. And all can respond to the sentiments of the poot, Moore, when he says:

"Oh! could we from death but recover

Those hearts as they were banded before,
On the face of high Heaven, to fight over
That combat for freedom once more!

"Could the chains for one instant be riven,
Which tyranny flung round us then?
No! 'tis not in man, nor in Heaven,
To let tyrants bind it again.

"But 'tis past! And though blazoned in story
The name of our victors may be;
Accursed is the march of that glory,

Which treads on the hearts of the free.

"For dearer the grave or the prison,

Illumined by one patriot name,

Than the trophies of all who have ridden
On liberty's ruin to fame."

The true patriots of the South, under the awful circumstances surrounding them, will enjoy the happy reflection that they did all in their power to effect success; and still do all that honorable men can to alleviate the mental and physical suffering of the country, and make an honorable mantainance for themselves and dependants. Notwithstanding the laws of the victors are as oppressive as could be imposed on any people, they hold their heads above all depressing circumstances, and strive in the hope of eventually seeing their country victorious over all opposition; yet the victors carry in their hearts a consciousness of having acted unkindly, ungenerously, and, what is worse, wickedly in all they did, and are still doing towards us, which is resulting in the ruin of the whole nation.

But why should one so incompetent to the task attempt to express the feeling of the Southern people now, as they are more oppressed than the subjects of the worst tyrant on the face of the earth.

Let our temporal interests succeed or not, all true patriots and christians may obtain the consolation of honest hearts and christian joys, and in the end obtain a crown of unfading glory where the tyrant's power cannot reach us, and where we may rest from all strife, turmoil and tribulation. And we will ever remember while on this earth with pride and with sadness

The field where so many thousand perished

The true, the gallant, the brave!

Though they are gone, and the bright hopes that were cherished
Gone with them, and quenched in the grave.

Yet the fame of those heroes still lives,

In the hearts of their comrades who fought
Beside them, that they might achieve
The freedom of our fair Sunny South.

Their names will long live in story,
Who fought as did heroes of old,

On many a battle field gory,'

That the rights of the South they might hold.

The graves of those veterans are cherished;

And light be the steps that we tread,

When we stroll o'er the fields where they perished,
And a tear to their memory shed.

We'll weave to their honor bright garlands,
And twine them o'er memory's shrine,
For the deeds of their chief-brave Southman-
Are resplendent with glories divine.

Brave comrades, we will not forget thee
Who still live to mourn o'er the lost;
O'er hopes that are blighted and left thee-
O'er comrades who fell at their post.

An evergreen garland we twine thee,
To deck thy war scarred brow;
Whatever thy fates, we still love thee
As ever in bright days of yore.

Since God has deemed that our nation
Shall not be severed in twain,
Go show thyselves worthy the station
That freeman should ever maintain.
Submit to God's will, and the laws

Of a nation wherein thou dost live;
And every rich blessing that flows,
To His people He surely will give.

For there is life in the old land yet. There is still a spirit of independence and love of liberty existing in the hearts of the Southern people; and we trust it will ever predominate over all other principles, except honor and virtue. The clouds which look so very dark and gloomy will not overspread the once bright canopy, so as to obscure the light of liberty entirely; and we feel confident they will, in time, be dispelled, admitting the bright rays of the sun of liberty in all its noonday splendor. If we continue firm in our fidelity to, and love of our country as true patriots and christians, putting our trust in the God of the victim as well as the victor, we will, in His own good time, see the star of liberty shine forth in all its wonted beauty to illumine the pathway of those who have suffered so much in the effort to free our country from the power of those who are shutting out the beautiful light of Southern liberty-those who are subverting all the pure institutions obtained for us, and handed down to us by our Revolutionary fathers. All will yet be well. The South will be restored to its rights under the constitution at some time. The olive branch of peace will be reached out to her, and the stars and stripes, with all the stars in their place, will again wave over the land once called the home of the free and the brave, as in days when it was idolized by all the American people. With the sincere hope ever prominent in our hearts that these results will at some not far distant day be fully realized, and that we will yet enjoy the fruits of our earnest labor as a nation, and in the final end find a resting place in the home above prepared for all those who did their duty to their country, their fellow men, and their God.

We now bid the kind, noble, generous and brave Southern patriots a kind, affectionate and grateful farewell; and beg the privilege of presenting this imperfect tribute to their memory (which has been gotten up under a great

many difficulties-financially, mentally, and in every other way,) in honor of the justly merited and ever memorable names for the noble services done their country, and in compliance with their generous solicitation during our sojourn with many of them in their abodes of suffering. We beg to tender it to them with the most affectionate gratitude for their unabated kindness to us, and their unflinching fidelity to our great and honored cause.

CHAPTER VII.

For the information of those of our readers whose locality is so far in the interior of the country, that, in all probability, they were deprived of the privilege of visiting any of the hospitals during the late struggle, we consider it due to them to give a brief detail of the manner in which they were fitted up and managed, which, doubtless, will not prove altogether uninteresting, as perhaps many who never saw a hospital have had friends to languish and die in them, leaving those at home in doubt in regard to the proper attention given them. No doubt, some places where the sick and wounded soldiers were deposited, were in too many instances counterfeited; while at the same time, many others can substantially be vouched for in regard. to every available means being used to make them comfortable.

In every city, town, or village where one or more hospitals was located, there was a post surgeon, who presided over all the departments. To each hospital, bearing its respective name, there was a surgeon in charge, who presided over his own department-having as many assistant surgeons as was necessary, according to the number of patients. There were, also, stewards, wardmasters, nurses,

matrons, cooks and laundresses, whose positions were respectively filled to the letter. As comfortable quarters as could be procured were neatly fitted up, beds or bunks placed in regular rows and numbered, having good mattressess and clean bedding on them. Towels, wash pans and water buckets in abundance were in every ward.

The general wardmaster received and reported the patients as they came in; assigned them their bunks, gave them a clean change of clothes, which he drew from the linen room, which was kept in perfect order by the linen matron. Their camp clothes were taken to the laundry, put in good order, and deposited for safe keeping by the wardmaster in a room kept for that purpose, and strictly marked, so that each man's knapsack could be identified.

Sometimes there were black men to do the general cleaning in the wards. Soldiers, unable for field duty, attended to the patients, with the assistance of the matrons.

Perhaps some may be ready to ask, "What good, or of service can a woman be in a place where there are so many specimens of suffering humanity, and so many different calls on her for sympathy and aid, and so many different dispositions to please?" We answer, that she can do more than ever can be told, except by those who receive her feeble aid. How is it with you, dear mother, when your darling boy is sick at home? Do you not try to satisfy his every want? Just so it is with a matron whose heart is with her country, and whose sympathy is with those at home, whose darling boy has left her fond embrace and the home of his birth, and gone forth to battle for the richest of earthly Loons-Liberty! She can call on the steward for whatever diet his appetite calls for, see that it is prepared ts suit his taste, send or carry it to him, and feed him herself if he is too feeble to do so; bathe his fevered brow, comb his hair, which perhaps has been matted by the crimson tide which flowed from his wounded head, or from long neglect before