One army of the living God, To his command we bow; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now. E'en now to their eternal home Some happy spirits fly; And we are to the margin come, And soon expect to die. From Bunyan's time onward, and I know not how long before, a river has been the Christian symbol of death. There was some expectation that when we came into Maryland many of her sons would rally to our banners, according to the prediction of a well-known song: "She breathes, she burns, she'll come, she'll come, Maryland, my Maryland;" but the cold fact is, she did not come; and in the light of subsequent events, it is well that she did not. From the Potomac the march was continued to the Monocacy river, near Frederick City. During our brief sojourn there we bought goods in the stores and paid for them in Confederate money, although, no doubt, the merchants would have preferred greenbacks or specie; and so far as I know nothing was taken without that remuneration. Again Lee's army was divided, Jackson's corps being detached and sent forward for the purpose of capturing Harper's Ferry. For three days during the westward march in Maryland no rations were issued, and our only food was ears of green corn roasted or boiled without salt. These served for supper and breakfast, but we had nothing for dinner, for if when we started in the morning we put the cooked corn in the haversacks it soured under the hot rays of the sun, and time was too precious to allow a halt for cooking a fresh supply at noon.