The Trials of the Soldier's Wife: A Tale of the Second American RevolutionAbrams, Alex. St. Clair (Alexander St. Clair)
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The Trials of the Soldier's Wife: A Tale of the Second American Revolution
Abrams, Alex. St. Clair (Alexander St. Clair)
Confederate States of America -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"Weeks passed on, and the soldier's wife found herself without the
means of purchasing food for her children. The hour had at last
arrived when she was utterly destitute. In the meantime her husband
lay in a foreign prison, ignorant of the unhappy fate his wife was
undergoing. Many are the nights we have walked to and fro on the
grounds of Camp Douglas, and often has he spoken to me of his absent
wife and children. I know him, gentlemen, and never in the breast of
man beat a heart truer than his, nor in the minds of God's mortals
were there ever finer and nobler impulses. While he was thus suffering
confinement for his country's sake, his wife and children were
here--in our very midst, _starving_! Aye, starving! Think of it,
gentlemen--that in the midst of those who were supposed to be
friends--the wife and children of a patriot were allowed to starve.
Great God! is there on earth a spectacle so fearful to behold as
_starvation_? And is it not enough to evoke the wrath of the Infinite,
when men, surrounded by all that wealth can afford, refuse to aid and
succor their starving fellow creatures?
"You may think that no man can be found who would refuse, but I tell
you, gentlemen, that that man who now stands before you, was appealed
to by this lady, the accused, after she had disposed of every piece of
furniture in the room, save and except the bed on which her children
slept. The appeal was rejected, and, despairing of help, she offered
and sold to him the last remaining article of furniture. Here now is
the picture. He could not lend or give her a paltry pittance; and why,
forsooth? Because the money would not yield him a profit, and there
was a chance of his losing it. But the moment she offered to dispose
of the bed, he purchased it, for in it did the profit of the
speculator lie hidden, and on it could he get his money doubled. Think
not, gentlemen, that the tale you have listened to from him is the
true one. It is a varnished and highly colored evidence, beneath which
a wide extent of corruption can be seen, the moment its curtain is
removed.
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