Died of their Wounds.
--We learn that since the wounded Federal prisoners have arrived here, seventeen have died, despite of the utmost care and attention which could be bestowed on them.
'Tis to be hoped that, ‘"after life's fitful fever, they sleep well."’ There is no evidence that they repented of their wickedness, but 'tis to be hoped they did. The reflection that they lost their lives in attempting to enslave a free people, at the bidding of a remorseless and fiendish tyrant, is not calculated to make their memories pleasant.
It is rather a melancholy sort of pleasure for their surviving relatives to think of the fact that their lives were sacrificed in unholy and wicked strife against our rights, and that they sought Death when he did not seek them.