April 5.—We have just returned from a concert given by the ladies of this place for the benefit of the wounded at the expected battle. There was no attempt at any thing extra.
One young lady sang some simple, old-fashioned ballads with a great deal of taste.
A German, who has charge of the linen-room in the Buckner Hospital, played the violin and piano very well, but the crowning feature of the whole was the singing of Mrs. Dr. Gamble. Her voice is one of the finest amateur ones to which I have ever listened, and is highly cultivated. She sang one song, its name I have forgotten, that brought tears to all eyes. Another, “Ranch Desvache,” was beautiful. She sang, with more taste than I have ever heard an American sing a Scotch song, the “Lass o’ Gowrie,” with which every one was so much pleased that many sent notes requesting her to repeat it, which she kindly did. Mrs. Bears, matron of the Buckner Hospital, sang “Home, Sweet Home,” with a great deal of feeling. It scarcely does to sing such a song at present, as it touches the heart a little too deeply.
