t poor girls to
emigrate to America, where they had relatives--and so everywhere. She
must be counted among those who have given up health, and ultimately
life for the country."

We add also the following extracts from a letter from Cairo, published
in one of the Chicago papers, early in the war.

AN ANGEL AT CAIRO.

"I cannot close this letter from Cairo without a passing word of
one whose name is mentioned by thousands of our soldiers with
gratitude and blessing. Miss Mary Safford is a resident of this
town, whose life since the beginning of the war, has been devoted
to the amelioration of the soldier's lot, and his comfort in the
hospitals. She is a young lady, _petite_ in figure, unpretending,
but highly cultivated, by no means officious, and so wholly
unconscious of her excellencies, and the great work she is
achieving, that I fear this public allusion to her may pain her
modest nature. Her sweet, young face, full of benevolence, pleasant
voice, and winning manner instate her in every one's heart
directly; and the more one sees her, the more he admires her great
soul and her noble nature. Not a day elapses but she is found in
the hospitals, unless indeed she is absent on an errand of mercy up
the Tennessee, or to the hospitals in Kentucky.

"Every sick and wounded soldier in Cairo knows and loves her; and
as she enters the ward, every pale face brightens at her approach.
As she passes along, she inquires of each one how he has passed the
night, if he is well supplied with reading matter, and if there is
anything she can do for him. All tell her their story frankly--the
man old enough to be her father, and the boy of fifteen, who should
be out of the army, and home with his mother. One thinks he would
like a baked apple if the doctor will allow it--another a rice
pudding, such as she can make--a third a tumbler of buttermilk--a
fourth wishes nothing, is discouraged, thinks he shall die, and
breaks down utterly, in tears, and him she soothes and encourages,
till he resolves for her sake, to keep up a good heart, and hold on
to life a little longer--a fifth wants her to write to his wife--a
sixth is afraid to die, and with him, and for him, her devout
spirit wrestles, till light shines through the dark valley--a
seventh desires her to