“After the battle of Sharpsburg, we passed over a line of railroad in Central Georgia. The disabled soldiers from Gen. Lee’s armies were returning to their homes. At every station the wives and daughters of the farmers came on the cars, and distributed food and wines and bandages among the sick and wounded.

“We shall never forget how very like an angel was a little girl,–how blushingly and modestly she went to a great rude, bearded soldier, who had carved a crutch from a rough plank to replace a lost leg; how this little girl asked him if he was hungry,–and how he ate like a famished wolf! She asked if his wound was painful, and in a voice of soft, mellow accents, ‘Can I do nothing more for you? I am sorry that you are so badly hurt; have you a little daughter, and wont she cry when she sees you?’

“The rude soldier’s heart was touched, and tears of love and gratitude filled his eyes. He only answered, ‘I have three little children; God grant they may be such angels as you.’

“With an evident effort he repressed a desire to kiss the fair brow of the pretty little girl. He took her little hand between both his own, and bade her ‘good-by,–God bless you!’ The child will always be a better woman because of these lessons of practical charity stamped ineffaceably upon her young heart.”

—Southern paper.