and the hospital again filled with others. Thus they continued to come and go, until the last wounded were brought from the field. The next day I made another visit to the hospitals on the “Heights.” Mr. Marvin, A. C. C. delegate, accompanied me. The heat was oppressive. The perspiration dropped profusely from our faces while climbing that long hill with our loaded baskets. We found a large number of new arrivals. In the open air, near one of the hospitals, amputations were being performed, and, from the pile of dissevered limbs near by, it was evident that the number was fearfully large. A young man in one of the wards, who had just been brought from the amputating-table, and had sufficiently recovered from the effects of chloroform to realize his loss, was most bitterly deploring it. To him his loss was irreparable. All efforts to pacify him were made in vain; he gave himself up to weeping, lamenting his great misfortune. But his was an exceptional case. The language of the wounded was oftener in accordance with the spirit of the following touching poem: “The knife was still; the surgeon bore The shattered arm away; Upon his bed, in painless sleep, The noble hero lay. He woke, but saw the vacant place Where arm of his had lain, Then faintly spoke: ‘Oh! let me see My strong right arm again.’ “‘Good-by, old arm!’ the soldier said, As he clasped the fingers cold; And down his pale but manly cheek The tear-drops gently rolled. ‘My strong right-arm, no deed of yours Now gives me cause to sigh; But ’tis hard to part such trusty friends-- Good-by, old arm! Good-by! “‘You’ve served me well these many years. In sunlight and in shade; But, comrade, we have done with war-- Let dreams of glory fade. You’ll never more my sabre swing In battle fierce and hot; You’ll never bear another flag, Or fire another shot. “‘I do not mourn to lose you now For home and native land; Oh! proud am I to give my mite For freedom, pure and grand. Thank God, no selfish thought is mine, While here I bleeding lie; But bear it tenderly away. Good-by, old arm! Good-by!’”