From both sides wondering eyes looked on as he knelt by the nearest sufferer, and gently raising his head, held the cooling cup to his parched lips.

At once the Union soldiers understood what the soldier in gray was doing for their own wounded comrades, and not a shot was fired.

For an hour and a half he continued his work, giving drink to the thirsty, straightening cramped and mangled limbs, pillowing men's heads on their knapsacks, and spreading blankets and army coats over them, tenderly as a mother would cover her child; and all the while, until this angel-ministry was finished, the fusillade of death was hushed.
Again we must admire the heroism that led this brave soldier in gray so utterly to forget himself for the sake of doing a deed of mercy to his enemies.

There is more grandeur in five minutes of such self-renunciation than in a whole lifetime of self-interest and self-seeking.

There is something Christly in it.