The Continental Monthly, Vol. III, No. V, May, 1863: Devoted to Literature and National PolicyVarious
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The Continental Monthly, Vol. III, No. V, May, 1863: Devoted to Literature and National Policy
Various
Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; United States -- Politics and government -- 19th century -- Periodicals
'She followed,' continued Mrs. Simmons, resuming her narrative, 'with
increasing interest the progress of the grand anti-slavery drama, until
that winter which, in defiance of all mathematical measurements, every
American _knows_ to be the longest in the annals of his country. With
fixed attention she watched every event, every indication. What next
would come she could not see, but she felt sure she should have some
part in it, whatever it was. At length the signal gun pealed forth, the
first shot was fired, the spell was broken. She wrote me, 'America calls
her sons and daughters. Up! up! to work! all true-hearted men and women!
live for me, die for me, and your reward shall be everlasting. There is
a work for all, for all who love freedom, for all who love democracy,
for all who love humanity, for all who love right law, union, and
peace.'
'She felt that all her life had been preparing for this moment. Averse
to war as she was from instinct and principle, she yet believed it
necessary in the progress of the world, and her clear eyes scattered all
the sophisms which made both sides partly wrong and partly right. She
looked only at essential principles, and she saw that on one side was
God, and in the current of His good will to men they were fighting; on
the other was Satan, and by whatever plausible arguments he might
deceive some, he could never do aught but cause and perpetuate evil. Her
mind was quickly made up, and she asked me in her letter what steps she
should take. I sent for her to come to me, and we applied to a committee
to receive her as nurse. A great many questions were asked her, and then
her application was accepted; but she was kept waiting for the final
answer more than a week. Fast as heads and hearts and hands moved in
those days, still time could not be annihilated--it must have its place
in every work. I was present when her case was discussed.
''I think she is an enthusiast,' said one; 'I am sure she will not do.'
''We are all enthusiasts now,' answered another; 'that does not make any
difference.'
''I don't believe she is,' exclaimed a pretty young woman; 'behind such
a face there can be only a very matter-of-fact mind.'
'A tall, cold-looking lady said: 'No, she is a devotee; I know it by her
manner. We do not want such persons.'
''I do not think we can afford to lose her services,' interrupted
another, who had been looking over a pile of papers. 'Listen to her
testimonials. Here is one from Dr. Weston, another from the Rev. Mr.
Samuels, and others. Listen, she is just the one we want.'
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