It is a pleasing task to present the reader with a view of Southern women among the sick, wounded and dying, ministering at the same time to the body and the soul.
Scenes like the following were witnessed all over the South:
At Richmond, Va., there was a little model hospital known as The Samaritan, presided over by a lady who gave it her undivided attention, and greatly endeared herself to the soldiers who were fortunate enough to be sent there.
Through my son, a young soldier trust in God that the same thoughts and reflections have changed my manner of life.
E — has doubtless shown you what I call my farewell letters to my children, as well as the one to her. The letters were written to my children while I was at Richmond, Va. The advice I thought and still think was good, but alas, where does that advice come from.
It is from the best friend my children have upon earth, a father; yes, a father, who says: My children, read your Bibles, abstain from bad company and