But it has its rewards." "Yes," said he, lapsing still deeper into a mood which she soon came to recognize in him as a frequent one of spiritual exaltation, "we who toil here, labor amidst the wreck and ruin of war without the benefit of that stirring impulse which fills the souls of those who actually go into battle.

The terrors of human suffering which they see but for an instant, as when the lightning in the night shows the ravages of the storm, encompass us about and abide with us continually.

We are called upon for another kind of fortitude, and we must look for our reward otherwise than in the victor's laurels.

We can only have to animate us our own consciousness of a high duty well done.

To one class of minds this is an infinitely rich meed.