ole was obtained from
each, by which they pledged themselves, while in their new quarters, to
make no attempt to escape.

Here our prisoner found opportunity under the usual restrictions for
writing the following letter home:

[Only one page allowed.]
C. S. Military Prison,
Charleston, South Carolina,
Roper Hospital, _October 4th, 1864_.

My Dear Mother:

For a long time you have doubtless waited with anxiety some
intelligence of your absent son, which would tell you of his
health, and his prospects of release from the disagreeable
restraints of prison life; and I am now delighted to find this
opportunity of writing to you. Since my last letter, which was
dated at Libby Prison, I have been confined at Danville, Virginia;
Macon and Savannah, Georgia; and at this point. My health for the
most part has been very poor, which I attribute to the inactivity
of prison life. I have also suffered much for want of clothing. I
have a pair of shoes on to-day that I bought more than a year ago;
have run about barefoot for days and weeks during the past summer;
many of my comrades have been compelled to do the same. I do not
look for a _general exchange_ before winter, though I hope and pray
that it may take place to-morrow. There is now an opportunity for
sending boxes to prisoners. I should be glad to receive one from
home if convenient. Please give my love to all the family circle.
Remember me to my friends, and believe me ever

Your affectionate son,
Willard.

The days passed anxiously with Glazier, when the yellow fever began its
inroads upon the prisoners. He had now, at the same moment, to face
death at the hands of man, and by the pestilence--a condition of things
to which the bravest spirit might succumb. One great source of
consolation was derived from the visits of the Sisters of Charity, who
were always found where suffering and peril prevailed. Writing of these
angelic women, Captain Glazier says:--"Confined as we are, so far away
from every home comfort and influence, and from all that makes life
worth living, how quickly do we notice the first kind word, the passing
friendly glance! Can any prisoner con