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A lady, living at the North, writes to a Southern friend, after visiting the hospital for Confederate prisoners on David's island: ‘Oh! I felt proud as a queen to see how beautifully they behave —grave, thoughtful, dignified, uncomplaining, cheerful, grateful for kindness, courteous—gentlemen to the backbone. They received me with as much ease (flat on their backs, in shirt and drawers, bunked up all kinds of ways) as if they had been doing the hospitality in their far-off homes. Every man had his Bible, and I heard from one of the carpenters, who rowed us over to the island, that a profane word was never heard from them.’ Brother Luther Broaddus writes from Charlottesville: ‘In compliance with your request I have put myself under the direction of my cousin, Dr. W. F. Broaddus, and have been doing ’
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