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couch of the camp, and bidden to rest from her weary work, and to let herself be led ” y the angel of death to the angel of life.
God bless her memory to our women, our men, our country.
There are many glories of a righteous war. It is glorious to fight or fall, to bleed or to conquer, for so great and good a cause as ours; it is glorious to go to the field in order to help and to heal, to fan the fevered soldier and to comfort the bleeding brother, and thus helping, may be to die with him the death for our country.
Both these glories have been vouchsafed to the bridal pair.
The
Herald correspondent, writing from
Petersburg, July 31, says:
General Miles is temporarily in command of the First Division during the absence of General Barlow, who has gone home for a few days for the purpose of burying his wife.
The serious loss which the gallant young general and an extensive circle of friends in social life have sustained by the death of Mrs. Barlow, is largely shared by the soldiers of this army.
She smoothed the dying pillow of many patriotic soldiers before she received the summons to follow them herself; and many a surviving hero who has languished in army hospitals will tenderly cherish the memory of her saintly ministrations when they were writhing with the pain of wounds received in battle or lost in the delirium of consuming fevers.
To these we add also the cordial testimony of
Dr. W. H. Reed, one of her associates, at
City Point, in his recently published “Hospital life in the Army of the Potomac:”
“Of our own more immediate party,
Mrs. General Barlow was the only one who died.
Her exhausting work at
Fredericksburg, where the largest powers of administration were displayed, left but a small measure of vitality with which to encounter the severe exposures of the poisoned swamps of the
Pamunky, and the malarious districts of
City Point.
Here, in the open field, she toiled with
Mr. Marshall and
Miss Gilson, under the scorching sun, with no shelter from the pouring rains, with no thought but ”
