prise and pleasure to find himself thought of; so, in a pleased, childlike way, he talked about it till midnight, the attendant told me, as long as he spoke of anything; for at midnight the change came, and from that time he only thought of the old days before he was a soldier, when he sang hymns in his father's church.
He sang them now again in a clear, sweet voice.
Lord, have mercy upon me; and then songs without words — a sort of low intoning.
His father was a Lutheran clergyman in South Carolina, one of the rebels told us in the morning, when we went into the tent, to find him sliding out of our care.
All day long we watched him,times fighting his battles over, often singing his Lutheran chants, till, in at the tent-door, close to which he lay, looked a rebel soldier, just arrived with other prisoners.
He started when he saw the lieutenant, and quickly kneeling down by him, called, Henry!
But Henry was looking at some one a great way off, and could not hear him. Do y