erry, the treasurer of the society, is a daughter of Dr.
Charles Terry, a professor in the Cleveland Medical College. Her social
position, like that of Miss Brayton, is the highest in that city. She is
highly educated, familiar, like her friend Miss Brayton, with most of
the modern languages of Europe, but especially proficient in
mathematics. During the whole period of the war, she devoted herself as
assiduously to the work of the society as did Mrs. Rouse and Miss
Brayton. She kept the books of the society (in itself a great labor),
made all its disbursements of cash, and did her whole work with a
neatness, accuracy and despatch which would have done honor to any
business man in the country. No monthly statements of accounts from any
of the branches of the Sanitary Commission reporting to its Western
Office at Louisville were drawn up with such careful accuracy and
completeness as those from the Cleveland branch, although in most of the
others experienced and skilful male accountants were employed to make
them up. Miss Terry also superintended the building of the Soldiers'
Home, and took her turn with Miss Brayton in its management. She also
assisted in the other labors of the society, and made occasional visits
to the front and the hospitals. Since the close of the war she and Miss
Brayton have acted as clerks of the Free Claim Agency for recovering the
dues of the soldiers, from the Government offices.

We depart from our usual practice of excluding the writings of those who
are the subjects of our narratives, to give the following sprightly
description of one of the hospital trains of the Sanitary Commission,
communicated by Miss Brayton to the _Cleveland Herald_, not so much to
give our readers a specimen of her abilities as a writer, as to
illustrate the thorough devotion to their patriotic work which has
characterized her and her associates.

ON A HOSPITAL TRAIN.

"Riding on a rail in the 'Sunny South,' is not the most agreeable
pastime in the world. Don't understand me to refer to that favorite
_argumentum ad hominem_ which a true Southerner applies to all who have
the misfortune to differ from him, especially to Northern abolitionists;
I simply mean that mode of traveling that Saxe in his funny little poem,
calls so 'pleasant.' And no wonder! To be whirled along at the rate of
forty miles an hour, over a smooth road, reposing on velvet-cushioned
seats, with backs just at the proper ang