July 4.—What a glorious day this was once. Alas! how changed. It is now one of universal sorrow and gloom. If we could only visit the homes of many North and South, what a picture of desolation would be presented!
“Monie a sweet babe fatherless,
And a monie a widow mourning.”
And how many “Widow Grays,” who have lost their only sons, their all. May God be with them in their afflictions,
“And send, from the halls of Eternal Day,
The light of His peace to illumine their way.”
The hospital is filled with sick and wounded men, and men worn out with hunger and fatigue. The wounded are chiefly from Lidell’s Arkansas Brigade.
Mr. Bears, the prisoner, died to-day; his death was one of the happiest I have yet witnessed.
