f and
four men with a spade. We greeted the generals home with brass bands
and triumphal arches and wild huzzas; but the story is too good to be
written anywhere, save in

THE CHRONICLES OF HEAVEN,

of Mrs. Brady, who came down among the sick in the swamps of the
Chickahominy; of Annie Ross in the cooper-shop hospital; of Margaret
Breckinridge, who came to men who had been for weeks with their wounds
undressed, some of them frozen to the ground, and when she turned them
over, those who had an arm left waved it, and filled the air with
their "hurrah!"--of Mrs. Hodge, who came from Chicago with blankets
and with pillows, until the men shouted: "Three cheers for the
Christian-Commission! God bless the women at home!" then sitting down
to take the last message: "Tell my wife not to fret about me, but to
meet me in heaven; tell her to train up the boys whom we have loved so
well; tell her we shall meet again in the good land; tell her to bear
my loss like the Christian wife of a Christian soldier"--and of Mrs.
Shelton, into whose face the convalescent soldier looked and said:
"Your grapes and cologne cured me."

Men did their work with shot, and shell, and carbine, and howitzer;

WOMEN DID THEIR WORK

with socks, and slippers, and bandages, and warm drinks, and Scripture
texts, and gentle strokings of the hot temples, and stories of that
land where they never have any pain. Men knelt down over the wounded
and said: "On which side did you fight?" Women knelt down over the
wounded and said: "Where are you hurt? What nice thing can I make for
you to eat? What makes you cry?" To-night, while we men are sound
asleep in our beds, there will be a light in yonder loft; there will
be groaning down that dark alley; there will be cries of distress in
that cellar. Men will sleep, and women will watch.

II. Again, woman has a superlative right to take

CARE OF THE POOR.

There are hundreds and thousands of them in all our cities. There is a
kind of work that men cannot do for the poor. Here comes a group of
little barefoot children to the door of the Dorcas Society. They need
to be clothed and provided for. Which of these directors of banks
would know how many yards it would take to make that little girl a
dress? Which of these masculine hands could fit a hat to that little
girl's head? Which of the wise men would know how to tie on that new
pair of shoes? Man sometimes gives his charity in a rough way, and it
falls like