He lay near the center of the room, with his head close to a column; and one night as I knelt giving him drink, and arranging his knapsack and brick pillow, making the most of his two blankets, and thinking of his mother at home, I was suddenly impressed by the beauty and grandeur of his face;--his broad, white brow shaded by bushy, chestnut hair, half curling; the delicate oval of his cheeks; the large, expressive grey eyes; the straight nose and firm chin and lips!--he could not have been more than twenty-two, almost six feet high, with a frame full of vigor. How many such men were there in this land? How many could we afford to sacrifice in order to preserve a country for the use of cowards and traitors, and other inferior types of the race? The feeble light of my candle threw this picture into strong relief against the surrounding gloom, and it was harder than ever to give him up, but this must be done; and I wanted to extract from that bitter cup one drop of sweetness for his mother; so I said to him: "Now, George, do you think you can sleep?" He said he could, and I added: "Will you pray before you sleep?" He said he would. "Do you always pray before going to sleep?" He nodded, and I continued: "Let us pray together, to-night, just the little prayer your mother taught you first." He clasped his hands, and together we repeated "Now I lay me down to sleep," to the end; when I said: "Do you mean that, George? Do you mean to ask God to keep your soul, for Christ's sake, while you are here; and, for His sake, to take it to Himself when you go hence, whenever that may be?" The tears were running over his cheeks, and he said, solemnly: "I do." "Then it is all well with you, and you can rest in Him who giveth his beloved sleep." There was no time for long prayers, and I must go to another sufferer. A kind, strong man, from the Michigan Aid Society, came and worked two days among my men, and said: "If I only had them in a tent, on the ground; but this floor is dreadful!" Up stairs were some wounds I must dress, while a corpse lay close beside one of the men, so that I must kneel touching it, while I worked. It lay twelve hours before I could get it taken to its shallow, coffinless grave; and while I knelt there, the man whose wound I was dressing, said: "Never mind; we'll make you up a good purse for this!" He had no sooner spoken than a murmur of contemptuous disapproval came from the other men, and one said: "A purse for her! She's got more money than all of us, I bet!" Another called out: "No, we won't! Won't do anything of the kind! We're your boys; ain't we, mother? You're not working for money!" "Why," persisted the generous man, "we made up a purse of eighty dollars for a woman t' other time I was hurt, and she hadn't done half as much for us!" "Eighty dollars!" called out the man who thought me rich; "eighty dollars for her! why I tell you she could give every one of us eighty dollars, and would not miss it!"