“I’ve just been waiting for you, Miss ----; Joe sent me to ask you for two of those hand-splints you received yesterday--for the left hand, please--they are for Jarvis and Wright--those very bad arms, you know.” “Oh! yes. The splints that came with all those things, yesterday, from the Sanitary Commission. God bless that Sanitary Commission--what should we do without it? Our soldiers here have quite as much reason to be grateful as those in the field. Look at those shelves--all that wine, those jellies, preserves, syrups, and pickles, came from them, as well as these cushions, pads, and splints. They send us, constantly, fresh eggs, butter, lard, and such perishable articles as must be consumed at once. Here, King, take these splints, and then come back, will you, for some pickles I want to send to your men.” “Yes, ma’am, certainly, if I can get down again; but Joe is going away on a furlough, to-day, and I am to be wardmaster till his return.” “Shall your ‘blood boil’ more, or less, King, in your new position?” Do you hear that merry laugh, as he goes up the stairs? No more fear for him; he is only making himself too useful, and we shall be sorry to see him returned to his regiment. Very tired, are you, of the study of character? I have about a dozen more men here that I should like to show you, but I will be merciful, and send you home, now, quite aware that you feel amply satisfied with your hospital diet to-day. OUR GETTYSBURG MEN. JULY, 1863.