hopes that were to end only in the mockery of eternal disappointment."
If fate unite the faithful but to part,
Why is their memory sacred to the heart ?
Oh, thank God for faith! for a faith that takes hold of that which is within the veil. There we behold our loved ones basking in the sunshine of the Redeemer's love—there they see Him face to face, and know as they are known. And they speak to us from the bright eternal world, and bid us
Weep not at nature's transient pain;
Congenial spirits part to meet again.
Just at this crisis I received a letter from a friend of mine at the North, disapproving in strong terms of my remaining any longer in the army, requesting me to give up my situation immediately, and to meet him in Washington two weeks from date. I regarded that friend's opinions very much, especially when they coincided with my own; but upon this point no two opinions could differ more widely than did ours.
It is true I was becoming dissatisfied with my situation as nurse, and was determined to leave the hospital ; but before doing so I thought it best to call a council of three, Mr. and Mrs. B. and I, to decide what was the best course to pursue. After an hour's conference together the matter was decided in my mind. Chaplain B. told me
