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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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ice and beef; tomorrow it will be coffee and ice, I suppose, and all for a lot of rascally rebels, who ought to be shot, instead of being nursed back to life and treason. General!—the Sister was majestic now—Rebel or Federal, I do not know; Protestant or Catholic, I do not ask. They are not soldiers when they come to us; they aresimply suffering fellow-creatures. Rich or poor, of gentle or lowly blood, it is not our province to inquire. Ununiformed, unarmed, sick and helpless, we ask not on which side they fought. Our work begins after yours is done.Yours the carnage, ours the binding up of wounds. Yoursthe battle, ours the duty of caring for the mangled left behind on the field. Ice I want for the sick, the wounded,the dying. I plead for all, I heg for all, I pray for all God's IK)or suffering creatures, wherever I may find them, Yes, you can beg, I'll admit. What do you do with all your beggings? It is always more, more! never enough! With this, the General resumed his writing, thereby
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A LESSON IN CHARITY. 319 giving the Sister to understand that she was dismissed.For a moment her eyes fell, her lips trembled—it was acruel taunt. Then the tremulous hands slowly lifted and folded tightly across her breast, as if to still some sudden heartache the unkind words called up. Very low, and sweet, and earnest was her reply: What do we do with out beggings? Oh, that is a hard question to ask of one whose way of life leads ever among the poor, the sorrowing, the unfortunate, the most wretched of mankind. Not on me is it wasted. I stand here in my earthly all. What do we do with it? Ah! someday you may know. She turned away and left him, sad of face, heavy of heart, and her dark eyes misty with unshed tears. Stay! The Generals request was like a command. He could be stern; nay, almost rude, but he knew truth and worth when he saw it, and could be just. The Sister paused on the threshold, and for a minute nothing was heard but the rapid scratching of the Generals pen. There, madam, is

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