Can't you send us some of your best Georgia Baptist preachers? Brethren may think that I always ‘harp on one string,’ but I mean to harp on it until they remove the cause by coming up to our help in this great work.
We are having beautiful weather now, and the indications of an early move grow stronger daily. I saw a large number of ambulances this morning at the Medical Purveyor's office, loading with ‘stretchers,’ bandages, etc., to distribute amongst the brigades. Alas! that we should have need for so many of these!
I was on a visit to my old seminary friends, Revs. Crawford H. Toy and W. L. Curry—having promised to aid them in a series of meetings—in their camp near Gordonsville, and I was just beginning a sermon to a large crowd of gallant Georgians when ‘the long roll’ beat, the veterans fell in, and Longstreet's Corps was on the march for the battle of the Wilderness.
Omitting such letters as describe the battles and comment on army movements, I append several other extracts from my letters to the Christian Index.
In my previous letters I have not said as much as I desired with reference to our hospital work. Of course, the frequent witnessing of such scenes has a tendency to blunt one's sensibilities, and yet it would be indeed a heart of steel that could remain untouched at the succession of woes constantly presented at our field hospitals. I have seen the old gray-haired sire anxiously pace to and fro as ambulance after ambulance brings in its mangled freight, and at last, perchance, his noble boy is
