Like all officers he proceeded to reason with us, and to advise us to serve, presenting no comfort if we still persisted in our course.  He informed us of a young Friend, Edward W. Holway of Sandwich, Mass., having been yesterday under punishment in the camp by his orders, who was today doing service about camp.  He said he was not going to put his Quaker in the guard-house, but was going to bring him to work by punishment.  We were filled with deep sympathy for him and desired to cheer him by kind words as well as by the knowledge of our similar situation.  We obtained permission of the Major to write to him a letter open to his inspection.  “You may be sure,” said E.W.H. to us at W., “the Major did not allow it to leave his hands.”

This forenoon the Lieutenant of the Day came in and acted the same part, though he was not so cool, and left expressing the hope, if we would not serve our country like men, that God would curse us.  Oh, the trials from these officers!  One after another comes in to relieve himself upon us.  Finding us firm and not lacking in words, they usually fly into a passion and end by bullying us.  How can we reason with such men?  They are utterly unable to comprehend the pure Christianity and spirituality of our principles.  They have long stiffened their necks in their own strength.  They have stopped their ears to the voice of the Spirit, and hardened their hearts to his influences.  They see no duty higher than that to country.  What shall we receive at their hands?

This Major tells us we will not be tried here.  Then we are to be sent into the field, and there who will deliver us but God?  Ah, I have nursed in my heart a hope that I may be spared to return home.  Must I cast it out and have no desire, but to do the will of my Master.  It were better, even so.  O, Lord, Thy will be done.  Grant I may make it my chief delight and render true submission thereto.

Yesterday a little service was required of our dear L.M.M., but he insisted he could not comply.  A sergeant and two privates were engaged.  They coaxed and threatened him by turns, and with a determination not to be baffled took him out to perform it.  Though guns were loaded he still stood firm and was soon brought back.  We are happy here in guard-house,—­too happy, too much at ease.  We should see more of the Comforter,—­feel more strength,—­if the trial were fiercer; but this is well.  This is a trial of strength of patience.

6th. [9th month.]—­Yesterday we had officers again for visitors.  Major J.B.  Gould, 13th Massachusetts, came in with the determination of persuading us to consent to be transferred to the hospital here, he being the Provost Marshal of the island and having the power to make the transfer.  He is different in being and bearing from those who have been here before.  His motives were apparently those of pure kindness, and his demeanour was that of a gentleman.  Though he talked with us more