LETTER XIV.
Benton Barracks Hospital,
April 21, 1863.
Who would have thought a few years ago, that I
should be the superintendent of a hospital, teaching
nurses. Truly, the world turns round funnily.
22d.—My letter was stopped by my aching eyes.
This afternoon I was obliged to write a letter to a widow
whose husband I was with when he was dying. I wrote
once, and in her answer she asked some questions which
I answered. I think I will enclose the letter that you
may see what sort of letters we receive. To write these
letters is one of our saddest duties.
