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“The jeweller's Shop in War-time,” “The Battle Eucharist,” “The Harvard student's song,” all reveal the deep feeling of her heart; we remember her singing of “Left behind” (set to her own music, a wild, mournful chant) as something so thrilling that it catches the breath as we think of it. Being again in Washington in the spring of 1863, she visited the Army of the Potomac, in company with the wife of General Francis Barlow, and wrote on her return a sketch of the expedition. She carried “a fine Horace, which repeatedly annoyed me by tumbling in the dirt, a volume of Sully's Memoirs, and a little fag end of Spinoza, being his Tractat upon the Old Testament.” She saw the working of the Sanitary Commission; saw “Fighting Joe” Hooker, who looked like “the man who can tell nineteen secrets and keep the twentieth, which will be the only one worth knowing” ; and William H. Seward, “looking singularly like a man who has balanced a chip on the fence, and who congratulates himself upon its remaining there” ; saw, too, from the heights above Fredericksburg (within the danger line!), an artillery skirmish. Departing, she writes:-- “Farewell, bristling heights! farewell, sad Fredericksburg! farewell, river of sorrows; farewell, soldiers death-determined, upon whose mournful sacrifice we must shut unwilling eyes. Would it were all at end! the ”
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