Look upon them as suffering Confederates, and extend the hand of friendship and assistance to all who are in need.

Let the soldier know that his wife and children are provided for by you.

It will cheer him while in camp, it will inspire him in battle, and if he falls by the hand of the enemy, the knowledge that those he loves will be cared for, will lighten the pangs of Death, and he will die, happy in the thought of falling for his country.

Oh! kind reader, turn your ear to the moaning of the soldier's wife--the cries of his children, and let your heart throb with kindness and sympathy for their sufferings.

Relieve their wants, alleviate their pains, and earn for yourself a brighter reward than gold or influence can purchase--the eternal gratitude of the defenders of our liberties.
Farewell! if a single tear of sorrow, steals unhidden down your cheek at the perusal of this sad tale--if in your heart a single chord of pity is touched at its recital--we shall have been fully rewarded for the time and labor expended by us.