who were found in every hamlet, and came to serve in every hospital.
A gifted Southern lady, who was herself an ‘angel of mercy’ to many a sick and wounded soldier, has thus described these ‘wayside hospitals:’
These wayside hospitals are located, generally, at the depot of some railroad, where the sick and wounded soldier immediately, as he leaves the cars, exhausted, weary and faint, finds a grateful shelter; where surgical aid, refreshments and attention are immediately tendered him. These institutions are generally supported entirely by voluntary contributions, and refreshing and delightful it is to see the unstinted supplies coming daily in and always equalling the demand.
Much faith and prayer have been put in exercise for these tarrying-places for the war-worn soldier, so that their “bread and water” have never failed; nor do we believe they ever shall while the people of a covenantkeeping God claim His exceeding great and precious promises.
There are many cases of pathetic interest to be met with at these hospitals.
One I will relate, as an incentive to early piety, and as another testimony to the power of our holy religion:
After I had ministered to several of the wounded I drew near to the couch of one whose case was considered one of the worst there, but who appeared, since his wounds had been dressed and refreshments administered to him, much relieved.
After conversing some time with him he asked my name.
I told him, and that I was the wife of the gentleman who had just given him his breakfast (for he had to be fed as an infant). I told him, moreover, that the gentleman was a preacher—a Methodist preacher.
“I am a member of the Methodist Church,” said he. “Would he be kind enough to pray for me now?
for I have not heard the voice of prayer for many months.”
‘After the prayer was ended the subject of religion continued to be our theme.
He said he was quite resigned to God's will concerning him, and that he was not afraid to die; and while dwelling on the goodness of God his countenance assumed that serene and beautiful expression indicative of peace within and joy in the Holy Ghost
Well was it for him that he had strength from on high, and that the everlasting arms of God's love were his support, for in a few hours from the time we conversed together it was found amputation of his arm would be necessary, from which he suffered excruciatingly until death came to his ’