of Mrs. Brady, who came down among the sick in the swamps of the
Chickahominy; of Annie Ross in the cooper-shop hospital; of Margaret
Breckinridge, who came to men who had been for weeks with their wounds
undressed, some of them frozen to the ground, and when she turned them
over, those who had an arm left waved it, and filled the air with
their "hurrah!"--of Mrs. Hodge, who came from Chicago with blankets
and with pillows, until the men shouted: "Three cheers for the
Christian-Commission! God bless the women at home!" then sitting down
to take the last message: "Tell my wife not to fret about me, but to
meet me in heaven; tell her to train up the boys whom we have loved so
well; tell her we shall meet again in the good land; tell her to bear
my loss like the Christian wife of a Christian soldier"--and of Mrs.
Shelton, into whose face the convalescent soldier looked and said:
"Your grapes and cologne cured me."
Men did their work with shot, and shell, and carbine, and howitzer;