ike to have recorded of a member of J. H. Morgan's command, the same to which my dear friend Colonel B. F. Forman belonged, and he can tell you how proud all Kentucky was of her brave boys.
This is what I wish to write, because I like to have every noble deed recorded.
After my good brother, Ex-Governor Blackman (who has administered medicine whenever I needed it), removed to Tennessee, and I felt the attack coming on from which I have so long and so severely suffered, I applied to Dr. R. Wilson Thompson for medical advice, and, receiving it, put my hand in my pocket.
He said, almost sternly, No, no, Mrs. Morris, do not attempt that; you cannot do it, and, rising abruptly, left the house.
Returning the second day, he said, I fear you did not understand me, Mrs. Morris: I feel as every Confederate soldier feels, or ought to feel,—that he could never do enough for you; we could never receive pay from you for anything.
And so for the last five months he, although like many of our bra