. Women of the war; their heroism and self-sacrifice . in her death, was justly honored. The funeral 346 WOMEN OF THE WAR. train was immense; the eulogies were eloquent; yet nonecould say too much of such a life and such a work. Reso-lutions were passed by the committees of the Saloon andthe Home, that had been the principal theatre of hersacrifices and benevolence. The incitement of so rich an example was not arose and labored in the same cause, with a devo-tion only less entire than that which had cost her life. TheSaloon and the Home continued to flourish and blessthousands upon
. Women of the war; their heroism and self-sacrifice . in her death, was justly honored. The funeral 346 WOMEN OF THE WAR. train was immense; the eulogies were eloquent; yet nonecould say too much of such a life and such a work. Reso-lutions were passed by the committees of the Saloon andthe Home, that had been the principal theatre of hersacrifices and benevolence. The incitement of so rich an example was not arose and labored in the same cause, with a devo-tion only less entire than that which had cost her life. TheSaloon and the Home continued to flourish and blessthousands upon thousands of weary and war-sick men,for months and years after her hands were mouldering inthe long rest of the grave. As truly as the hero who fell, pierced with his death shotjust as his regimental flag was carried by the stormingcolumn over the battlements of the routed foe, so she, astrue a heroine as any, fell at her post, in the heat anddepth of the conflict, just before the blessed dawnlight andthe joyful shouts of victory. Jilf^ S^?VS-^i=r=>»*-° MRS. A. H. HOGE. As among the men who enlisted in the war there wasevery grade of natural ability, so with the women,who in their way enlisted also as hospital nurses and sani-tary laborers, every rank in life, and all stations in society,sent their representatives into the field. There were many rude and uncultivated, yet kind-hearted and pure-minded camp followers, like BridgetDivers, who took naturally to the rough life of the soldier,and followed the men in camp and on the march, witha saddle or an ambulance cushion for a jjillow, and nocovering from the dews of heaven but a brown armyblanket. Others became hospital nurses, and, for month aftermonth, and year following year, could be found bendingover the same cots, thougli their occupants constantlychanged, wiping clammy foreheads, soothing feverishfancies, moistening parched lips, writing messages of loveand hope to distant homes, singing hymns of Chris
Size: 1411px × 1771px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1860, bookpublishere, booksubjectwomen
