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than your two fingers, a small slice of coarse corn-bread without salt, and this only twice a day. Whatever more than this we received, we were compelled to buy at fabulous prices. While in Montgomery I became acquainted with a clergyman named Rogers, a member of the Methodist Church South, who had spent many years in the itineracy, and who was a chaplain in the Mexican war. Mr. Rogers was a man of fine talent, vast experience, and apparently of great piety. He had been an intimate friend, iMr. Rogers was a man of fine talent, vast experience, and apparently of great piety. He had been an intimate friend, in other years, of Parson Brownlow, which circumstance made his acquaintance an interesting one to me. He had been arrested, and, without a trial hurried from his motherless children to this gloomy prison. The old divine gave me an account of some of his sufferings. He had been frequently imprisoned for his loyal sentiments; and in a few instances made hairbreadth escapes from lynching. While he was in prison he preached for us. The gospel sound was glorious to hear, even beneath the cloud tha
dly the nights! How much did our thoughts revert to the loved ones at home, and how in imagination did we realize the loneliness of their sorrowing hearts! Mr. Rogers-before spoken of-came and informed me that a group of men standing at a little distance were from Tennessee and Mississippi, with several of whom he was well ahere in a loathsome prison for faithful adhesion to their loyalty. During that night I slept but little, and said less. My mind was busy in contemplation. Mr. Rogers conducted me the next night to a long board shanty, which was used as a hospital for the sick and wounded. When I entered, my heart sickened at the awful sight they passed away unwept, unhonored, and unsung. We now concluded to continue our prayer-meetings in the hospital. In this work we seconded the efforts of the Rev. Mr. Rogers, Dr. Doke, of East Tennessee, and Dr. Fisk, of Illinois. We had not acquainted these gentlemen with our plans. Their names should never die, for Mids
hes all liberty beneath its iron wheels. While I was thus in my old prison a second time, I met with a friend, Rev. William Rogers. During my absence he had organized a Sabbathschool among the prisoners. He had been fortunate enough to obtain,his precious volume he used to read to the captives, who listened to him in alternate groups. Just about the time that Mr. Rogers was producing a good effect by this habit, the school was peremptorily discontinued by the rebels, who feared the dissemination of abolition doctrines, notwithstanding the fact that Rogers was a Southern man. While here, I made the acquaintance of Dr. Doke of East Tennessee, and Dr. Fish of Illinois, both of whom were busy day and night ministering to the physiccal stores were meagre, and Dr. Doke informed me that to this cause was traceable one-half the deaths that occured. Mr. Rogers and I, falling into conversation one afternoon, struck upon the question of God's special providence. In this we agree