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A YOUNG HERO.–
1. April 2009 by admin.
A correspondent at Cincinnati gives the following touching incident of the hospital: “The eyes of a youth but twenty0one years of age, by name W. N. Bullard, of company A, Eighth Illinois regiment, were closed in death yesterday morning, at the Marine Hospital in this city, by the tender hands of that noble-hearted and faithful woman, Mrs. Caldwell, who has been unwearied in her personal attention to the sick and wounded since the establishment of the Marine as a military hospital for its present purpose. Young Bullard was shot in the breast at Fort Donelson. The ball, a minie, tore his breast open, and lacerated an artery. He bled internally as well as externally. At every gasp, as his end drew near, the blood spirted from his breast. He expired at nine o’clock. Early in the day, when he became fully aware that he could not live long, he showed that he clung to life, and was loath to leave it; but he cried: ‘If I could only see my mother–if I could only see my mother before I die, I should be better satisfied.’ He was conscious to the last moment, almost, and after reminding Mrs. Caldwell that there were several letters for his mother in his portfolio, she breathed words of consolation to him: ‘You die in a glorious cause–you die for your country.’ ‘Yes,’ replied he, ‘I am proud to die for my country.’”
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