The beautiful lady softly smoothed his hair, wiped his face, whispered words too sacred for sterner hearts, and kissed away her own tears from his pallid cheeks. "Mother! Was it you? Then good by. I die--happy, Mother!" Thus he expired. The good lady wrote the above to the mother of the brave lad, and thus I obtained the original. WARM HEARTS IN FROZEN BODIES. "A lady in one of the hospitals of the west was much attracted by two young men, lying side by side, all splintered and bandaged, so that they could not move hand or foot, but so cheerful and happy looking, that she said,-- "'Why, boys, you are looking very bright to-day.' "'O, yes,' they replied, 'we're all right now; we've been turned this morning.' "And she found that for six long weeks they had lain in one position, and for the first time that morning had been moved to the other side of their cot. "'And were you among those poor boys who were left lying where you fell, that bitter cold morning, till you froze fast to the ground?' "'Yes, ma'am; we were lying there two days. You know they had no time to attend to us. They had to go and take the fort.' "'And didn't you think it was very cruel in them to leave you there to suffer so long?' she inquired. "'Why, no, ma'am; we wanted them to go and take the fort.' "'But when it was taken, you were in too great agony to know or care for it?' "'O, no, ma'am,' they replied, with flashing eyes. 'There was a whole lot of us wounded fellows on the hill-side, watching to see if they would get the fort; and when we saw they had it, every one of us who had a whole arm, or leg, waved it in the air, and hurrahed till the air rang again.'" This is from a letter by Miss M. E. Breckenbridge, a lady who laid down her life for the sick soldiers. PUDDING AND MILK. Under Dr. Vanderkieft's supervision, in Sedgwick's corps, there was one of the noblest self-sacrificing women of the army of the Potomac. This lady was unwearied in her efforts for the good of the soldiers. While at Smoketown Hospital, there was a poor, emaciated soldier, whose weak and pitiable condition attracted her attention. He could retain nothing on his stomach. Mrs. Lee--for that was the lady--had tried all the various dishes for which the meagre hospital supplies afforded materials, but nothing afforded the patient relief and nourishment, until one day, in overhauling the stores, she found a quantity of Indian corn meal. "O, I have found a prize," she cried, in delight. "What is it?" inquired the little fellow detailed as orderly. "Indian meal," was her reply. "Pshaw! I thought you had found a bag of dollars." "Better than dollars. Bring it along." And she hastened away to the tent where lay her poor patient. "Sanburn," said she,--for that was the invalid's name,--"could you eat some mush?" "I don't know what that is. I don't like any of your fancy dishes." "Why, it's pudding and milk," said a boy on the next cot.