Dr. Richard O’Leary, surgeon P.A.C.S., now practises medicine in Vicksburg.

Cornelius O’Leary, badly wounded at the battle of Fredericksburg, lay on the field for hours with the legions of friend and foe alternately charging over him.  After a long illness he recovered, and is now a planter near Sharon, Mississippi.

John Pearce O’Leary was killed in the battle of the Wilderness.

Mrs. O’Leary still lives in Sharon.  The old fire is unquenched.

There are two names of patriotic women which will always awaken in every Southern heart profound veneration, and imperishable love and gratitude,—­women who devoted themselves so entirely, so continuously to the soldiers of the Confederacy as to obliterate self, unconsciously winning for themselves the while a name and fame which history will proudly record.

Their names—­written in many hearts, fondly cherished in the homes of veterans whose children are taught to revere them—­are Mrs. Buck Morris and Mrs. L.M.  Caldwell.  Mrs. Morris was by birth a Kentuckian, but at the beginning of the war resided with her husband, a prominent and wealthy lawyer, in Chicago, Illinois.

Her sympathies, always Southern, became strongly enlisted upon the side of the unfortunate prisoners at Camp Douglas.  Both Judge Morris and his wife were deeply implicated in the plot to release these men.  Their home in Chicago was a place of secret rendezvous for Southerners who, in the interest of these prisoners, were secretly visiting Chicago.

By some means constant communication with the prisoners was established, and if they still suffered horribly, hope revived among them for a while, and her blessed presence lightened their burdens.  Mrs. Morris well knew that by implicating herself in the plot she was placing herself and husband in a position to suffer in their own persons and property in case of failure.  Death would be the most probable consequence.  Yet she risked it all.  To use her own words, copied from a letter which I received from her shortly before her death, “I did help my suffering, starving countrymen, who were subjected to the horrors of Camp Douglas.  I loved them with all the sympathy and pride of a mother, and I did spend upon them every dollar of my own money and as much of my husband’s as I could get by fair means or foul in my hands.

“At the close of the war we found ourselves broken in health and fortune, but my husband had still enough left for our support; but the great Chicago fire swept our all away.

“Should my health improve, I wish to make an effort to send you a fuller account, and to add my small morsel of praise to the gallantry and patient endurance of the most bitter and maddening trials that men were ever called upon to endure.