. The boys of '61; or, Four years of fighting. Personal observation with the army and navy, from the first battle of Bull run to the fall of Richmond . hem and the snow whirlinginto drifts. There were rainy days, and weeks of mud, whenthere was no drilling, and when there was nothing to do. Thenchaplains, with books and papers under their arms, were wel-comed everywhere. General Howard thus bore testimony tothe labors of one who was not a chaplain, but an agent iAmerican Tract Society from Boston, — Rev. Mr. Alvord k There is a great and good man, — great because he is go<because he is prac
. The boys of '61; or, Four years of fighting. Personal observation with the army and navy, from the first battle of Bull run to the fall of Richmond . hem and the snow whirlinginto drifts. There were rainy days, and weeks of mud, whenthere was no drilling, and when there was nothing to do. Thenchaplains, with books and papers under their arms, were wel-comed everywhere. General Howard thus bore testimony tothe labors of one who was not a chaplain, but an agent iAmerican Tract Society from Boston, — Rev. Mr. Alvord k There is a great and good man, — great because he is go<because he is practical, — who has followed the Army of the P»from the beginning. He takes his papers, and goes himself andlates them as far as he is able, and, by the agency of others, getsinto nearly every regiment in the army. And you should ssoldiers cluster around him! When his wagon drives up in froiregiment, the soldiers pour out with life, circle round him, and bbooks and tracts, — for anything he has. Some of them want pajread for themselves, and others to select pieces out of them tchome. I could hardly believe it, that there was such eagerness. THE MAGIC LANTERN IN THE HOSPITAL. 1862.] THE WINTER AT FALMOUTH. 175 part of soldiers for such reading until I saw it with my own eyes.* Give me a paper/ Give me a paper, Give me a tract, Give me abook, is the impatient cry. Very frequently ladies have sent tractsand books to my tent, and on the Sabbath-day I have taken them myselfto distribute, and I have scarcely ever had to ask a soldier to receiveone of them. Indeed, if you give to one or two, the others will feeljealous if neglected. * Said a chaplain : — I am besieged by those who want something good to read. In myrounds I am followed at my elbow. Please, sir, can you spare meone ? They hail me from a distance : Are you coming down thisway, chaplain ? It is a pleasant thing to pause in these travels throughthe parish and look back upon the white waves that rise in the wake ofo
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