Identifier: angelsofbattlefi00bart (find matches)
Title: Angels of the battlefield : a history of the labors of the Catholic sisterhoods in the late civil war
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Barton, George, 1866-1940
Subjects: Daughters of Charity of St. Vincent de Paul North Caroliniana
Publisher: Philadelphia, Pa., : The Catholic Art Publishing Company
Contributing Library: State Library of North Carolina, Government & Heritage Library
Digitizing Sponsor: LYRASIS members and Sloan Foundation

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Trinity andprincipal m^^steries. He demurred to every word I said,especially to the mystery of the Blessed Trinity, and toeach new installment of doctrine would sit up in bed andcall to the Sister (at the other end of the ward), repeat toher my statement, and ask her was that true, to whichwhen she answered yes he would fall back on his pillowand with a sigh of resignation say: All right, Mister, goahead now, I believe it, and so on. He accepted myteaching only on the word of the Sister, and on his faithin the Sister I baptized him and left him happy. I hadnot reached the door of the ward when he called me back,Say, Mister, do ye reckon IU git better? Yes, I think so; at least I hope so. His countenance fell visibly. But after a few sec-onds he looked up and said: Whisper down nearer to me, and so pulling my headquite close to his mouth he whispered: If I get well Illhave to leave the Sisters. Id rather stay and die thanleave them. Good-bye. God bless ye. Pray for me, andso we parted.
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PEACE FOR HER. ST. LOUIS MILITARY HOSPITAL. 55 Subsequently I heard Dr. Lynch, late Bishop ofCharleston, narrate a very like experience. The only other occasion that I remember visitinga Sisters hospital was before the siege of Vicksburg, atJacksonville, Miss. The hospital was located in a largehotel, downtown. As I entered the door I found thehallway occupied for its length by two rows of sicksoldiers stretched on the floor, each wrapped in his oldworn blanket with his small bundle for a pillow. A tall,gaunt, poor fellow had just come in and was spreading hisblanket, preparing to lie down. A Sister approachedand asked him for his ticket. He made no answer, buthaving finished his preparations lay down and then pro-ceeded to search for the paper. When found, after along search, he handed it to the Sister, who, glancingat it, said: TVfy good man, this is not for us. It is for thehospital in the Capital. That mought be, he answered, and I reckon it is.But that dont matter anyhow. This is

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