Duke University Libraries The wounded sol Conf Pam 12mo #517 No. 88. THE WOUNDED SOLDIER, BY REV. JOHN E. EDWARDS. In the curlier part of the bloody war now raffing in the land, (he hare sight of a wounded soldier awakened the liveliest, sympathy in the bosom cf every beholder. No matter where he was met- -in the railroad car, in th? hospi- tal, upon the street, or in the domestic circle — a re iponsive chord whs touched in every heart, and the father v, uli grey bairs, and the mother, bearing the marks of " wrinkled care " upon her brow, young men and maidens vied with other to relieve the sufferer, and contribute something to his comfort and restoration to soundness again. One of the sad effects of the progress of this terrible war jl*s been to deaden our sympathies, and make us more selfish than we were when the tocsin of the battle-strife first sounded in the 'and. Neither men nor women are a3 eager now as formerly to give the best seat, in the car to the wounded soldier — to yield the pavement on the side-walk, lest he should be jostled — to stand by his couch of suffering — to apply the refreshing cordial to his lips, and the cooling water to his wounds. Perhaps this state of public feeling was to have been anticipated. The frequency with which we meet the wounded in a battle, and the long time we have been accustomed to meet them, has robbed the spectacle of its novelty, and, by a law of our bein^, has taken off the edge of our sensibilities. And yet, the. wounded s ddier is an object of interest. Ever) patriotic heart in our South- ern Confederacy beats with a quicker pulse, and glows with a Warmer devotion to our struggle for independence, at the hight ol i be brave man — be he officer or private, young or old — from his mansion of elegance or his home of poverty — who has been wounded in the defence of our cause against . an aggressive and despotic power. Whether stretched upon his bunk in the hospital, with shattered bones or amputa- ted limbs; whether his features are distorted with agonizing pain, or vary in expression, as, in- his unbroken slumbers, he dreams of home and friends far away ; whether with hand in sling, or splinted arm, or ban,daged brow ; whether he bend on his cane, or hobble with a crutch, or limp as he leans on the arm of his friend, or sits in pensive sadness by the wayside, he is an object of interest to the passer-by; and, in very many instances, of much deeper interest than is supposed by^the wounded soldier himself. You, my friendly reader, I take it for granted, are a wounded soldier. As such I address you. It matters not when or where the death-dealing missile of the enemy struck you — whether in the hard fought battle, or in the hotly contested skirmish ; whether in the successive engage- ments in the Valley and among the mountains of Virginia, or in the protracted series of bloody battles before Rich- mond ; whether among the swamps aud lagoons of the South, or beyond the Mississ ; ppi in the West ; whether at Shiloh or Donelson — no matter when or where, you are a wounded soldier. Nor is it material whether the wound be slight or. severe; whether it shall barely leave a scar, or send you upon your crutch to the grave. At present, what- ever be the character or extent of the wound, you are off' of duty. You spend your tipie in the hospital, , or in the pri- vate residence of a friend, or at your own quiet home. You . are looking forward to a partial recovery and a final dis- charge from the service, or to restoration to your accustom- ed soundness, and a return to duty again. You are wholly or partially confined! In any event, you have time for re- flection, for reading, and, if a Christian, for profitable medi- tation and prayer. . 3 What effect has your wounding had upon you ? is the question I propound to you. It were unfortunate if it merely led to a flippant remark, and in a feeling of self-con- gratulation that, for a while, you would be released from the hardships of the camp and the dangers of battle. " The wound is very slight/' say you. "It would be fool- ish and farcical for me to be serious and thoughtful about il . I was lucky. The casualty might have been much worse." An Atheist might use such language ; or even a Deist, who discards the doctrine of God's special providence over us. But such language is not befitting the lips of one who be- lieves the Bible, and who has been favored with a religious education. Do you not know that the Great Teacher sent from God, has taught you that " the very hairs of your lu ad are all numbered," and that *" a sparrow cannot fall to 1 1n- ground without your heavenlv Father?" Your life is in the hands of God, and, of consequence, all the little inci- dents and events that in any way affect your life, The wound of which you speak so lightly should not be put do\% n to the credit of mere luck or chance. You should rather regard it as a merciful providence of God that it was not worse. Some that were^n ear you in the struggle, while the death-shots were whistling around you, and the bursting. shells were shrieking like fiends of hell above you, Sustained tar more serious damage than yourself. You should be grateful that you fared so well. God's good hand, in preserv- ing you, should be devoutly recognized and acknoweledged. The slightly wounded, who speak in terms of merriment and bravado of the loss of a finger or a mere scratch from the fragment of a shell, may be a fearless soldier, but is greatly wanting in Christian sentiment, and is deficient in the ele- ments of a Bible education. Again, it were to be deplored if your wounding has had the effect to embitter your feelings, and render you crabbed and morose. Too many, under painful dispensations of Providence, turn the edge of an unsubdued temper against God, and becomesour and acrimonious towards those around them. It is foolish to murmur against God. " Why should. ft living, man complain ?" Rather thank God that you are not dead. The shot or shell that bereft you ot a limb, or disfigured your face, or inflicted a painful and serious wound upon your body, might have entered a vital part, and hurried you instantly into eternity. "What a God's mercy that your life was spared — that your probation was not suddenly ter minated — that you were not, in the twinkling of an eye, has tened to your reward in another state of being! Bow down with cheerful resignation to the will of God, and solemnly puv- pose,'by His grace to derive moral lessons from the provi- dence whu»h has -permitted you to be disabled. It may be turned to good account in your moral discipline ; and in the day of eternity you may have occasion to thank God for that, over which you now so bitterly complain. If yon have not learned to go to Jesus with your sufferings, r us a far more es B,nd elernal weight of glory." Hollinger Corp. pH8.5